Hiya! This is my first ever Avengers fic, and I thought I may aswell do it about my fave MCU character. I'm open to any suggestions or critism you may have to please leave a comment! Also to note that I don't have much knowledge on Black Widows backstory so not everything will be correct but I did some research! Hope you enjoy!

Parker

'Natasha, do you have eyes on the target?' Clint asked with noticeable agitated tone.

'No, give me a minute... you do realise these guys would be gone a lot quicker if Stark wasn't show boating to the people, Rogers didn't get lost and find his own guys to handle and if Banner actually decided to leave the ship'

Punches and grunts were heard over comms until Tony and Steve broke the silence, not too pleased about Widows previous remarks.

'Woah there, it's no showboating it's called a distraction'

'I didn't get lost I just took a wrong turn because I saw some people that didn't look like they were exactly on our team'

She knew today was going to be a struggle, it's the 22nd November, what did she expect! Every year since she was born the date seemed to be cursed and things were bond to go wrong, wether it was failing a test or being shot in the stomach the 22nd November was an unlucky day. It didn't help that the date coincided with Natasha's birthday and the day she started and finished her red room training.

Now she's actually stuck only a few miles away from her dreaded past as The Avengers were assembled to take on a mission in Sokovia where a spy had trapped and killed hundreds of civilians as-well as perform cruel torture acts with what S.H.I.E.L.D. seems to think is some alien technology. However all Natasha could think about was how close the Red Room was, how close could she come to her past without breaking? Or without her team knowing and being able to help?

She liked her team, for some reason she felt at home with them all, but what would they think when they find she isn't really who she says she is. The haunting images briefly filled her head until she caught sight of the target, a blonde headed, russian spy, sporting a black leather jacket and a small Glock pistol.

'Fuck targets headed north into the building, she's armed. Gonna head in there, hawkeye you got my back?'

Through the comms she could hear the upset sigh of Steve.

'Got you covered Nat, and you know how upset Rogers gets when you swear.'

Laughing, she apologised and headed into the building.

Trusty pistol in hand, Natasha crept through the building viewing every small spot, door or room there was. It was cold. Very cold. Something she should be used to but Nat found herself feeling so uncomfortable when faced with a cold breeze.

'Where the fuck is she' she thought, getting closer to annoyance as the building only seemed to be getting larger by the minute. Brick wall by boring brick wall passed until the final room emerged from a dark, damp corridor and at its sight Nats heart rate shot up.

The door was red. Blood red. The words 'Natalia Romonova: Super Spy' (in Russian) were written in large, white letters which almost covered its dark red background. She should call for backup, she should leave but damn would she risk putting her team, no her friends, in danger.

'I've become soft' she giggled to herself, and she eased her way to the door. Firstly she switched off her comms, secondly she checked her loaded pistol, lastly she entered the room.

Apart from some small windows, it was nearly pitch black. From what she could make out, there was a figure (who Nat assumed was her target) sat with her feet up at this small desk. The bitch looked relaxed for a Thursday.

'Natalia! Long time no see! How is my favourite Spy?'

Instantly she knew that voice, the menacing tone, contrasted to the purr of the pitch all led up too one person.

'Anna. Anna Vankolvia. God what has it been a good 60 years? You're looking good from what I can see. Which isn't a lot'

'Awww always the funny one weren't you, you stole my life from me. Always the best, always the one who passed everything. Well surprise! Because it's time to loose. You could die, or you could watch you're friends die? Cold hearted Natalia would happily save her own life, but what would Little Miss Avenger do?'

Why'd it have to be the 22nd November?

TBC