The Red Room (BlackWidowXwoman)

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Natasha POV:

While looking around I see Bruce get queasy and can't help but chuckle to myself. I still don't understand why we were asked to come to a crime scene. I mean we fight beings like Thanos, not serial killers like Jeffrey Dahmer. As soon as I got closer I recognized the dead. It was Nikolai and Stasi Belov. They were part of the Russian government, but why were they in America, and more importantly, why were they killed here?

A signature on one of the walls got my attention. It was a black widow signature, but it was drawn from the blood of Nikolai's throat. "Natasha?" Tony called from behind her. "Yeah?" she spun around to see him also staring at the black widow signature. "You said you were the only one who escaped?" he asks raising a brow at her. "I thought so too." she replies staring back at the wall. Who was this? What did they want with Nikolai and Stasi? Did they know about... No, she couldn't dwell back on the past like that.

"We have to find her Tony, whoever this is, she's dangerous, and could kill anyone next," I step closer to Tony, frowning at him. "How do you know it's a woman?" he asks and I roll my eyes. "I'm one of 28 ballerinas, Tony. And kill people like we breathe air." He widens his eyes at my statement but nods. Turning on my heel I walk out of that god forsaken room. My prayers are with the person who is next on her list.

Zlata POV:

"Yelena, where is my burner?" I shout from my room, making the blonde jump in the kitchen. "Не знаю, Злата. Загляните в гостиную," I get up from my bed with a sigh. Looking around the living room I find the burner phone on the couch. "Thank you!" she hums in response, still cleaning our weapons.

[T- I don't know, Zlata. Check in the living room.]

I have been stalking Natasha for the past few days now, and she was at my parent's fun house today. I smirk to myself. She would've been proud of me. My mood drops at the thought of her, why do I always have to think of her? She doesn't care, Zlata, if she'd cared even a little, she would've at least said goodbye. I sigh, swiping through the pictures of her. She had gotten even more beautiful through the years. Her fiery red hair was long and she wore it in loose curls.

She always had a body to die for, I wonder if that body still belonged to me, as she promised all those years ago. Stop it, you were kids Zlata, you never had her heart, she just wanted someone to look after Yelena when she was gone. I pinch the bridge of my nose between my fingers. How could you be so stupid? How could you believe someone could love you, after the people that should've loved you unconditionally left you to die? Why should she have been any different? I throw the phone against the wall, shattering it into tinier pieces. "Блядь!" I yell out to nothing in particular.

[T- Fuck!]

Yelena comes in holding a 9-mil. "What the..?" she sees me sitting on the bed then notices the broken phone laying in the corner. "Zlata, are you...?" but she shrugs off the question, already knowing the answer, sitting down next to me. We've never known affection, only killing and how to not be killed, but all I craved in that moment was a hug. And I took it. Hugging Yelena close, feeling the warmth coming from my best friend, dreading the task at hand. "I could do it alone?" she questions when I finally pull back. Shaking my head I answer," I need to do this."

Yayyyy, early character development?? maybe, maybe not. we'll seeeee ;) love yousss