The fall of Moscow and the KGB is on the horizon. The USA - with Captain America as their noble leader - steps in to aid Russia in halting the uprising. However, Steve Rogers realizes that not everything is as it seems, and the red-headed and red-bl...
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"i know it's a part of life but i wasn't ready to say goodbye."
- drowning; chris young
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It was a stormy night, lightning flashing across the dark sky as rain battered against the windows of the building. It was fitting for that night, a storm raging outside as well as inside the remaining Black Widows. A chill was set deep in Natasha's bones as she stood strong beside Yelena and Karine.
They were the only Black Widows left.
The other three women were murdered by the handler who had groomed them as children, the handler who had been their downfall at the end of it all. Natasha, Yelena, and Karine stared ahead and waited for their prey like the hunters they were devised to be by the woman they were now hunting. For Natasha, killing was easy, something she never even thought twice about. She wasn't scared to kill, to put bullets into someone's chest or between someone's eyes. She wasn't scared to kill Madame B., but she was scared that Madame B. would kill her. She had been her handler, the person who had taught her everything. Madame B. knew her moves just as well as Steve did, the way she stepped, how she held her gun, her weakest spots... Madame B. knew it all because she had made Natasha. She just hoped that her new life - Steve - would give her the strength she so desperately needed to kill Madame B..
The strength all three of the Black Widows needed.
They were somewhere in Germany north of Munich, hidden in the shadows of the new Red Room building that didn't seem so new when it was just like the old one they had burned down in the revolt. Natasha thought it was preposterously stupid for Madame B. to pick the same design as the old one that had caught fire much too easily. She had once admired her handler, but she now knew what true bravery and adoration looked like.
Only he was thousands of miles away in America.
Natasha knew that Steve was proud of her, that he understood why she had to go alone because this was her fight, not his. He had mustered a brave smile, told her how much he loved her over and over again, and let her go because he loved her. She'd only been gone a few days, but she couldn't wait to return to America if she won this final fight against Madame B..
"They should start arriving in an hour or so," Yelena mumbled as she looked down at her watch.
An hour.
Both Karine and Natasha sighed, the wait seemingly never-ending. The new Red Room recruits would start arriving one by one and then finally, Madame B.. They had to kill them all, and Natasha began to double-check the silencer on her gun as well as the number of rounds she had. She had more than enough, and she was getting impatient with standing around. Her knees were shaking ever so slightly, but her jaw was set, and she was as ready as she would ever be with Steve's words ringing in her ears. "You know what you have to do. Madame B. taught you a lot, but she didn't make you. You are stronger than she could ever be, and you will win this because you will have your team beside you."
