Chapter One

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I PRACTICALLY fainted right then and there. In front of me was the one and only NATASHA ROMANOFF! In front of me. I barely maintained eye contact, swallowing the lump in my throat. It was kind of like she was on an old black and white TV. Strangely enough, I couldn't really remember the color- but I was right here at the moment. A very weird sensation.

It felt like I couldn't feel my body...or see it for that matter. Like a ᴰʳᵉᵃᵐ. Much to my distaste, I started sweating profoundly. I mean, I was nervous (just as an understatement). All I had to do was hope she didn't notice. She cleared her throat, gaining my attention, then held her right hand out, curled into a fist. 

I lifted up my right hand as well, this time with my palm flat out. The assassin placed something in my hand. It was heavy. Extremely heavy. It resembled the weight of a gold bar, yet it was small enough to close into one fist. I looked down.

In the center of my palm was a small metal owl. It held its head high and feathers puffed out. Tapping the metal, I realized that it was hollow and only had a very thin mold.

"Let me give you a word of advice," the woman whispered, "I used to have nothing. Then I got this- this job, this family, and I was... I was better because of it. And even though they're gone, I'm still trying to be better."

She let me ponder on the meaning for a second before continuing, "Please, please hold onto those you love dearly. Spend time with them. Laugh with them. Cry with them. Run with them. Walk with them. And when they have to go, it will be hard. Yes. But that only shows how much you loved them." 

With a final sad smile, Natasha Romanoff, the girl who lost everything and the woman who found everything again retreated into the background. 

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