The Black Widow

The hospital fire

I hope to make this story as accurate as possible. If you know something that I don't or if I get something wrong message me. There are some blanks in my knowledge and I am going to fill them in and add some Scenarios that I think fit. I hope to explain things that you may have questions about. 

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Ivan's Point of View

"It's almost time sweetheart. The doctor is coming" The young woman looks lovingly into her husband's eyes despite her unimaginable pain. The woman is very pregnant.

Her bright red hair falls messily in front of her face and the man casually pushes it aside. Her almond colored eyes scan the room nervously. They land on me for half a second and flicker back to her husband. I fidget and try not to feel like I am intruding on this important moment that should be between just the two of them. The young man, can't stop smiling, he feels none of his wife's nervousness. Why would he? Everything they are doing now is to bring a brighter future, not only for themselves but for their country too. They are the future. Their child is the future. He should be proud of himself and his family. The doctor steps into the room without saying a word. He only acknowledges the presence of men in the room with a curt nod. The father stands at attention as the doctor attends to his wife. I fight the urge to laugh at his strict adherence to military protocol even at a time like this. Even now he wears the crisp uniform with not a thread out of place. It looks so out of place in this grimy hospital. He is exactly like one of those toy soldier dolls they used to make so long ago when they still made toys. His dark hair slicked back, his cap tucked neatly under his arm and his expression full of pride. The only difference being his blue eyes sparkle with tears. Tears of joy of course but no one likes to think of soldiers with tears. I turn away to allow him to enjoy this private moment.

My eyes turn back to the women with child and the doctor attending her. I imagine her torment is mental as well as physical. Her nervousness is justified, of course, she does not have as much faith as her husband. She does not know how this day will end. The stakes here are higher than they could ever now and they both know what will happen to them if this too is a failure. Her husband sees her fear and moves past the doctor to give her a light kiss. She smiles gratefully for his encouragement but still afraid. I turn around and look out the window. I have been assigned to them. I am supposed to protect them, watch them. That's all they told me and I didn't ask any questions. I did not account on becoming their friends. I did not know how much I would care about what will happen to them and their child. I pray that this one isn't a failure because I fear what will become of them.

I could not bear it if this day had an unhappy ending. I stare out the window and carefully scan the streets below. It is my job to make sure there are no threats here. Mostly there are just people who go about their business unaware of how important the things going on in this hospital really are. There is one man though who seems out of place. He is dressed all in black and walks briskly past. He looks very suspicious to me but then again I have always been a little too paranoid. Of course, then again it is my job to be paranoid. But not today, not now when it's almost over. We got through these nine months with almost no trouble it won't start now.

The man leaves my view without incident. Why do I have to look for trouble where there is none?

A few hours later

She gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Just as planned. Not the girl part perhaps but that is nothing but a small hiccup. It does not mean it was a failure.

"Have you decided on a name yet?" I ask politely. For the past three months, they have been arguing nonstop about names. This is the one thing they get to decide about their child's future, they wanted it to be special.