The Romanoffs

The Test (6)

~~~~~~~~Three Years Later~~~~~~~~

"The boy is a problem." Madame B.'s voice was langued with venom. 
"If you don't find a solution to him, I'll have him gone." I felt my heart stop. Not Peter. Not Peter. 
"You know he can't become a Black Widow." She continued, venom showing in her eyes too.

A Red guardian? A normal soldier?

"A red guardian?" I asked, not letting the hope to show.

"We already have a young guardian." Madame B. said, glaring at her.

"Just a normal soldier?" I continued, but the older woman's death glare told her no.

"I'll have him re-" She started, but I interrupted her. Luckily, I was still in my room.

"The Winter Soldier Program!" I blurred out, regretting it. The Winter Soldier Program was for powerful men, often soldiers. The brainwashing was painful, and you'd be in a cell for the rest of your life if you weren't useful. 
Madame B. looked thoughtful. 

"That is a good idea. I'll talk to Mr. Karpov about it." Madame B. said leaving. As soon as the door closed, I leaned back, crying. Why did I suggest that?

~~~~~~~~Three Hours Later~~~~~~~~

Madame B View.

"Madame B." Mr. Karpov greeted, shaking her hand.

"Karpov" Madame B. Greeted back. 

"A little bird told me you wanted to talk." Karpov said, siting down by his desk.

"Yes." She started siting down at the other side of the desk.
"In the Red Room we have a problem. The Project Black Witch went a bit wrong, making two children, not only one. We injected him with the Spider blood, but we don't have any places to the half Spider now." Karpov held up a hand, stopping her.

"I don't see how this is my problem." he said, making Madame B. roll his eyes.

"I'll get to that." She said sharply, making him raise an eyebrow.
"The half spider was a boy. We don't have any place for him. So I asked the mother of suggestions. She suggested the Winter Soldier program. What do you say? A Winter Soldier from birth?" Karpov looked interested, he leaned back into his chair.

"And how old is this boy?" Karpov asked with a smirk.

"He is only six at the time." She said.

"Take him to battle one of your own, and if he wins, he'll be getting a place in the Winter Soldier program." Karpov concluded. 

~~~~~~~~Two Hours Later.~~~~~~~~

Natalia POV.

"I'm battling a fucking child?" One of the Red Room girls asked. Her name was Zelene, she had long blond hair and icy blue eyes.
She and Peter were going to have a combat. Like always. Fight to kill.
Wanda was also going to a hand to hand combat with a woman named Diane. She had short, curly, black hair, standing out everywhere, and she had green eyes.
Those two are the Red Room's most skilled right now. Almost as skilled as myself. And I'm freaking nervous. Peter has taken down dolls, but not moving humans.

"If he wins. You have my respect, Talia. If he wins." Zelene said, nodding to me. 

"Go." Madame B. said, making me hold my breath.
Zelene was the first one to move. She aimed a kick at Peter's head.
He grabbed the leg, taking a flip around it, making her fall an ugly fall.
Zelene quickly recovered, jumping back up.
She stood with her legs a little too much.
From the looks of it Peter saw that too, as he ran forward hitting her, so that she lost her balance, something that wouldn't have happened if Zelene had stood a bit closer with her legs.
Peter grabbed her hand, using his easy weight to his advantage.
He kicked off the ground, wrapping both legs around Zelene's throat, throwing her into the wall with his super strength.
She didn't recover as quickly this time, giving Peter time to pull out his gun shooting at her.
Zelene dodged the bullet and ran up to him, trying to make him lose his foothold.
Peter grabbed out a knife, which Zelene saw.
She grabbed the hand with the knife, trying to take it out, but Peter knew this was going to happen, so he threw the knife up, catching it with his other hand, stabbing her in the back.
Zelene recovered, shooting at him.
Peter dodged all bullets expect one. A sound only he heard pulled him out of his fighting state. The bullet was shot straight through his arm.
That made Peter snapping out of his trance.
Peter, ignoring the fact that he couldn't move his left arm, kicked Zelene in her face, so that she stumbled, making Peter grab her arm, lifting himself off the ground, hooking both legs at the left side of her hip.
He used his position, like I learned him to pull himself up, hooking his left leg around her throat, making her stumble even more, before he pulled himself up, grabbing her neck with his good arm.
In a quick movement, he broke her neck. Peter took a flip of her body as she collapsed.

"Ты молодец, маленький паук!" (Well done, little spider!) I said, smiling proudly, but the worry was still weighting me down. Wanda's turn. I hugged Peter close as we watched his older sister fight.

"Go."

Wanda did the first movement in this fight.
She threw herself over Diane's shoulder and rolled over to her legs.
She ran up to her again, grabbing her shoulder, launching herself up enough to wrap her legs around her head, flipping herself back to another flip, making Diane fall.
She did a movement with her hand, making magic come out that made Diane freeze.
As that happened, Wanda threw out a gun, shooting her in her chest.
Diane snapped out of it, only to start coughing.
Wanda quickly shoots her in her head too, killing her.

"Well Natalia, you trained your children well." Madame B. said, looking at the dead bodies.
"Тебе лучше поправить руку, быстро. Я отведу тебя к врачу." (You better get your arm fixed, fast. I'll take you to a doctor.) Madame B. said switching over to Russian as she knew Peter didn't talk English well enough.
Peter looked at me, who was nodding. That was all Peter needed. He went with Madame B.

~~~~~~~~Half an hour Later~~~~~~~~

"Romanova." A doctor came in to her room.

"What is it? Is Peter ok?" I asked, worried.

"His arm is destroyed. The bullet was an explosive bullet, it exploded while it was in his arm. His arm is paralyzed, he'll never be able to use it again." Natalia felt tears become close.
"We can however cut off the arm, and replace it, like a real arm. But we need you to sign under." The doctor explained. I quickly signed under, only caring about my child.

~~~~~~~~Three hours Later~~~~~~~~

"Мама? Что это?" (Mom? What is this?) Peter asked, looking at his new arm.

"Ваша рука была парализована, поэтому я подписался на замену." (Your arm was paralyzed, so I signed under for a replacement.) I answered. Peter looked at his new arm for a while. I smiled and stroke the cold arm. Peter used it a bit, studying the metal arm.

~~~~~~~~Two days later~~~~~~~~

"Natalia. Meet your son's new trainer. The best Winter Soldier." A man with black hair stepped up, he also had a metal arm.
"James Barnes."