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A/N So today I was just sitting in Spanish class, colouring my hair in black sharpie (don't ask) and then my teacher hands out these magazines. And Iron Man was in mine. Also that was also the only bit of it I could translate. (Guess who's failing Spanish?) I am happy. And this is another of these quotey things I'm trying out. This is from a Contagious Chemistry by You Me at Six (it won't do the single line breaks sorry)

Dearest Enemy,

you should've never trusted me,

you bitch

The next day on my break at midday I wander to the roof again. The Winter Soldier's there waiting for me. "Widow. I'll help you escape if you take me with you."

"Okay." I reply. Now there's six in out escape party.

"There aren't as many guards at night, especially not in the south west corner. We can go tonight." I nod thoughtfully. Tonight would be good, especially if the Avengers are coming soon.

"Okay. I promised a few girls they could come too."

"Ah, yes." He mutters sadly. "Those two." Shit. Two of them are dead. And It's my fault. Shit. I hope their death was painless. Well at lest two of them are still alive. I look away from him. "Outside the south west stairwell, 10:30, Widow." He tells me before leaving.

I might have been a little late to the gym that afternoon, however when I get there I did not expect to see Klara and one of the other tall girls having a fully weaponized fight, the others crowding around them choursing "FIGHT!" Repetitively. At least they do some childlike stuff. Even if it's fighting.

I quickly assess that there's no instructors around and scream, "STOP!" As loud as can. "I'm very disappointed in you." I say eyeing them. "Why are you still killing your friends here? Even when they do that for you?" Klara looks wounded and after a quick assessment, I see Irina and Olga aren't present. Crap. Time for stories about death with Natasha. "When I was trained here, you were encouraged to make friends, so when you got old enough, they'd tell you that you had to kill them all if you wanted to become the best. Or alternatively, you could be killed. Don't kill because you get the chance to, only when you're ordered. Because I'm telling you, you'll regret it. Are any of you called Alisa?" Two hands go up. "I wasn't good at making friends and I got punished for that. My only friend was called Alisa. We were the last two alive. And I killed her. I regret it, more than you'll ever know. But if we'd both refused, things would have turned out differently because they needed one of us, and we might have both been alive. At couple of years after, they changed the policy because of the psychological effects which transpired from it. So all I'm saying is, DON'T KILL YOUR FRIENDS."

There's a small silence. All of them are shocked. I really shouldn't have told them. But this is why I don't appreciate the Hunger Games. Children killing each other? That's reality. Clint's read it, but he hasn't watched it because apparently he's appalled by her shooting in the trailer. "I'm now going to teach you one of the most effective ways to kill, slightly hypocritically. Get in to partners." And once they're all partnered up, a bomb exploding shakes the whole compound. "SHIT STARK!" I scream, knowing he can't hear me. "I'M STILL IN HERE!" Klara grabs Yana and drags her over to me, and using a route I remember from a long time ago. James is waiting at the south west stairwell, even though it's only afternoon. But then I see why he's waiting, an aircraft is landing. I smile as the guys come out and begin to battle, the Winter Soldier fighting with them. "Klara, is there any others that aren't killing machines?"

"The younger ones but-" I cut her off, I have the information I need.

"I'll be on it in a sec. Follow me." I take them in to the plane and grab the ear piece that I know would be waiting for me. "Stay here and protect this at all costs. That's your mission." They nod and I put the comm in my ear, walking back out of the jet.

"Hello there. Updates, the Winter Soldier is now on your side and I need Hawkeye to infiltrate the compound with me." I tell the guys, to which none of them respond, because they're all so busy fighting. Well all except Stark of course.

"Well hello there Natashalie." He quips.

"Did you call me hot guy?" Clint asks, and I hear the twang of his bowsting snapping back.

"I most certainly did not." I reply. Seeing, Clint running over, I beckon him through the door. The younger ones are all in English class, so I kill the instructor and get them out. One of them won't come, so she's left behind. The oldest I find out is called Sara, and I tell her to help Clint lead them out. But I have one more job to do. Petrovitch. "By inviting you back, Natalia, I knew this would happen. But please don't kill me. The only person who's ever had faith in you." He says in broken English.

"You'll never be the only person who has faith in me." I punch him a couple of times before pulling out a gun. I hold it up against head and take him outside where the fighting stopped because all the Red Room soldiers are dead. Upon sight, the Winter Soldier shoots him twice in the stomach and I shoot him in the head. Then I put a widow bite in his mouth which causes him to write in excruciating pain and throw him back in to the compound. All of us run back to the aircraft and Clint and I jump in the pilots seats to take off. Once we are in the air, Stark blows the thing up. And I've never felt more pleased.

A/N The Alisa thing references the story I'm co-writing with Jo-Jo287, When Worlds Collide, which you should definitely go and check out. Alisa is also the name of my OC in Who is my father? But she doesn't get her name from this.