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I'm sorry for the delay and this chapter makes next to no sense. It will become relevant later. After this it might take a while for the next update, I have a trip to Italy. Reviews and ideas are always welcome and someone could have a go at writing the next chapter if they wanted.
Love You darlings.
"Natalia, didn't that go well!" Ann was a blur as she rushed around the room, the damn lace blindfold obscured everything reducing her sight to simply dull colours and blotchy shapes.
No Ann that went horribly
"Isn't he handsome Natalia?"
Well Ann, I wouldn't know this blindfold kept me from seeing anything.
"Yes of course Goveness Ann." Natalia lowered her head. This act of obedience did not fool the handler one bit. This woman knew all the dirty tricks this young girl could use to get what she wanted. She huffed as she slowly removed the pins in Natalia's hair, removing the blindfold, jewels and dress. Including the wedding ring which was taken away and sealed in an air tight box.
"Natalia," Ivan Petrovitch's voice was muffled through the door. Natalia looked up and smiled, perhaps he had a job for her, anything was better than having poison resistance classes with the other girls. It wasn't that she didn't like the poisons or it hurt to take them but it was that the younger girls were mean and classes could be tedious. Natalia was the oldest girl there, All the others were dead or had been cast out or simply not needed anymore. This was not a bad thing as Natalia would rather be in the Academy doing good for her country, than idle or dead or left to wander the icy land until death from hypothermia.
"Yes Sir." She was ready in a black dress and red ballet shoes. This was as practical as clothing got in the Academy.
"I would like you to find this man Natalia and dispose of him, he has stolen weapons from Russia and has sold them. We have tacked down and reclaimed the weapons but this man must be taught a lesson." Natalia nodded as Ivan showed her his picture. "Good Natalia come with me."
She was bundled into a van and pushed out when they arrived at the destination. The van stayed, a knife was pressed into her hand. It was a large house, probably housing a large family, however the Black Widow didn't care, she knew this scenario well. No survivors. The real question now is how to make this look like an accident or a murder. Whatever did not connect it to anyone. She could make it quiet so no one would no for years and by then the evidence would be long gone. Natalia smirked, she could have fun with this.
Luckily her creativity did not elude her as she stepped into the house. It was clean a surprisingly small kitchen, the first room. She set down her knife on the table, she would not need it. She quickly darted thought the rooms destroying all modes of communication before sitting at the kitchen table. The sun had just risen meaning the family would be coming to the kitchen soon.
Natalia waited only a few minuets before the family came in. They gasped and she plastered a smile on her face, this certainly would be fun. She killed the children first and quickly before the adults could even open their mouths. She wiped clean the knife and handed it to the mother. She grabbed the woman's husband and sat him down.
"Kill yourself or him. In the end you both die." They looked at her quizzically.
"What?" The woman mumbled terrified and shaking. Of course, they spoke English. Natalia had spoken in Russain. She repeted her words steadily in English.
The woman then stabbed herself and bled out quickly. Natalia then took out the knife and held it to his throat. "You will never steal from Russia." She proceed to tie him down and carve the Black Widow insignia into his arms and legs before killing him. She looked down at her hands and smiled, they were spotless. She found alcohol and burned the bodies before leaving the house, a wide grin on her face.
"Oh Natalia, You good girl."
Natasha woke up shaking. Dreams of the Red Room had come back to her. Slowly this hell where her childhood was taken, trickled back into her mind. Before she had been thankful that her memories of the Red Room had faded but still a little curious. Now she would do anything for a peaceful dreamless sleep.
She looked over at the time.
3:00AM
No way Natasha was going back to especially with promise of reliving the Red Room. Instead she went downstairs into the Gym. She hopped Stark wouldn't mind if she broke some things.
She punched and kicked at the punching bags until all of them had spilled out onto the ground. She theme ran on the treadmill until Clint came down to see her.
"Hey Nat, you okay?" She looked over to him and rolled her eyes. he nodded sympathetically, "It's okay we've all been having them, New York only happened a year ago. We all—"
"No Clint, it's the Red Room. I've been having those dreams for a while." He walked over and switched off the treadmill.
"Natasha, you'll be okay. It'll go on for a while and then it will go away and you will forget."
"It's different now Clint. It feels different." She kept her face blank yet she knew Clint saw through it.
"Alright, if you want we can talk about this after breakfast." She got off the treadmill and walked with him over to the door.
"No, it's fine."
"It obviously important—"
"No Clint, leave it. It's not important." That was the end of the discussion.
Of all the punishments the All-father could have given him. This was most definitely the stupidest. It could barely be labeled as punishment. Loki was given a stern talking to and then sent to his room, as if he were a child. Of course he didn't complain. The All-father looked quite smug seeing Loki struggle to hold his tongue. He was still treated like a Prince, given all his rooms and books back. The only let down was that his magic was significantly weakened until he learned.
All Loki needed was his books. He didn't really care about anything else. He could still perform simple spells and enchantments. Solitude wasn't that bad. For once in his life he felt at peace, perhaps he would give up his mischievous ways?
No.
Loki chuckled. It would be a cold day in Muspelheim before that ever happened. He could still mess with everyone's day, even with limited power and being locked up. Though today, as all days now, had been slow and dull. He craved some sort of difference, a change from normality, a—
"Learn to knock Thor." Loki calmly packed his books to the side and turned to face him. He was dirty, caked in mud. His cloak torn, he was breathing heavily his expression fierce but worried, "What is it now."
Probably riding.
"I have no time for your games brother." And with that Thor grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to their parent's rooms.
"Let go of me. What is so important that you had to drag me from my room."
"Father is dying." Thor deadpanned.
Loki looked unimpressed, "Are you sure that he has not just gone into Odinsleep?"
"Yes, he is still awake." Both brothers expressions mirrored one another's. Worried and confused.
"How is mother." Thor shook his head.
"Not good." Loki bit his lip, his brow furrowed.
"Let me see her."
"I like to know. To be sure of things, to be certain and you have been nothing but a liability." Emma sat across from Frey at a great glass table. Her platnium hair was sweapt into a tight bun, her white pants-suit was flawless the same with her skin. She was pale as death with ice blue eyes and sharp features. Emma of Destiny. The woman of many lives. She would play with the lives of children by day and the hearts of men by night. Or at least that is what is thought. That myth is almost completely untrue. In all honesty no one really knew about the fates or true nature of Yggdrasil and she'd like to keep it that way. Currently she wished to know what happened to her lovebirds, it was always fun to match up couples with clashing personalities. The more drama the better.
She frowned deeply, these Asgardians were useless. How could se observe her great work like this? A million miles away from the action with only secondary dipsy sources. It was time, she must now take things into her own hands, "You are useless to me Frey. Leave me and tell no one of this or so help me." She let the threat hang, the god swallowed thickly and nodded, "Good, so now I hope you know your place." Emma smiled sweetly before gesturing to have him removed.
She rose from the table and paced around the room,"My vision is so cloudy." She muttered to herself. It was true, as of late she could not see the future as well (If Emma was lucky enough to be able to call upon Yggdrasil) her gifts had been dulled and drained. It was almost as if her Tesseract had been stolen.
Hope you liked it. Please be gentle, I know it's bad but I really tried. The next one will be better I promise.
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