Scarlet Widow • Secret Love

Chapter 1

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Avengers PoV:

Thasos disappeared through his portal and the remaining Avengers gathered.

"He snapped," Steve said weakly.

Slowly and dejectedly, they returned to the Avengers compound and began desperately trying to find a solution.

Only Clint, who had also fought in Wakanda, was worried about his best friend Natasha. But no one knew where she lived except S.H.I.E.L.D. and Carol, and neither wanted to give out any information.

Natasha's PoV:

I tried to sleep after my family dissolved into dust. Of course it didn't work and my head was still trying to figure out what to do now. The anger hadn't gone away though, it had gotten stronger. I wanted to take revenge. I had to take revenge.

I remembered the box. The box that was under the bed and that Wanda had never noticed. The box in which all my assignments for the Red Room were documented: The clients, the victims, the henchmen, the risks... just everything. Nice with names and addresses, although the addresses were outdated, but it would be no problem for me to find out everything.

I pulled the old box out from under the bed and put it on the bed. The files were yellowed and I pulled out the first one to read it. I had been 15 years old when I completed the mission. It was the first one that was given to me alone, without the help of experienced widows.

Mission Fire Devil

Destination: Hospital(São Paulo)

Widow: Natalia Alianovna Romanova

Client: Starkovsky(Moscow, Street: unknown)

Mission report:

The incendiary devices were pre-installed and were not noticed. Before the fire, the most important people in the hospital were poisoned.

Natalia used the method of having sex with them to get into her office. There she poisoned drinks and food. Unfortunately, one of these people was a woman and Romanova also slept with her.

The punishment will be mitigated only by the fact that the mission was otherwise successful.

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I smiled bitterly. I remembered too well that as a 15-year-old I saw no other option than to have sex with these at least 50-year-olds. Only the woman was a "pleasant" victim. She was "only" 23 and really careful. Her food I had poisoned while she had kissed my collarbone and neck. After that I had left very quickly and only had to put my T-shirt back on. The men were worse.