TW: Strong language, violence, guns, gun violence, threats
Natasha lay in her bed, eyes fluttering, falling in and out of sleep. Her silk bedding embraced her as she sank deeper into her bed. Suddenly, a loud ringing sound filled her room, making her immediately sit up, her covers slipping down to her stomach. Her phone was ringing, it was Nick Fury.
She grumbled, reaching over to her bedside table and picking up the phone. She answered the call.
"This better be important," she said, her voice laced with an irritated undertone.
"Natasha, we have a mission for you."
"At eight in the morning?"
"Yes. I want to see you in the meeting room in ten."
And with that he hung up, Natasha angrily mouthed 'suka' into the phone. (Bitch)
She stumbled out of her bed, changing into mom jeans and a black T-shirt, before brushing her teeth and making her way to the meeting room, where Maria Hill and Nick Fury were already waiting.
They greeted her with a smile as she sat down on a chair, still pissed.
"Agent Romanoff," Fury finally said, "we have a mission for you."
"We have gathered intel of an assassination that is to be carried out today by intercepting a Russian phone call," Maria said.
"What kinda dumbass would do it over the phone..." Natasha mumbled.
Maria pushed forward a file.
"Yaroslav Melnyk, Ukrainian citizen. We don't have much on him, but we know he was a former agent for this organization, and know he knows too much," she said.
"We managed to identify the location as a set of abandoned buildings in NYC. The organization has set up some sort of deal with the man, but really they're just going to kill him. Your mission is to intercept the assassination, preferably to take both sides into custody. We'll have a team on standby," Fury said.
"Great..." Natasha mumbled.
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Red Room helicopter, skies of NYC.
Anzhelika awoke to the sound of a helicopter whirring, she sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes. A widow was sat beside her, and there was a pilot in the cockpit.
The widow had blonde hair, similar to her own, she had green eyes and a soft innocent look to her, despite the fact every Black Widow the Red Room produced was a master assassin.
"You ready?" She asked in a strong Russian accent.
"Da."
The helicopter started to land on a small private airstrip. The widow started preparations on Anzhelika, putting an earpiece in her ear, for communication during the mission. She started going over facial expressions with the girl, as they did when doing undercover missions, although, it was New York City. You could probably run around screaming and people wouldn't bat an eye. They were used to all kinds of shenanigans.
But what about a girl with a ledger full of red?
Anzhelika finished her preparations, making sure she had everything she needed before heading out to the location. She strutted down the streets as fast as she could go without looking suspicious.
Anzhelika navigated through the maze of New York City, with the help of the widow on her comms, before eventually, approaching a set of abandoned buildings on the outskirts of the city. She quickly scaled the rotting fence, landing with her feet firmly planted in the ground, before entering a specific building to the left of the terrace.
Inside was nothing special, windows were shattered, and shards of glass blanketed the floor, reflecting the sunlight above them, dimly lighting the decaying room. Furniture was scattered across the floor, and the fabric on couches was torn. She ascended the first two staircases, careful not to make any noise in case she alerted the victim of her presence. She carefully hid behind a wall and set eyes on her target, Yaroslav Melnyk.
As she approached, the man immediately turned to face her, a cold expression painted across his face.
"What are you doing here little girl?" He spat, his Ukrainian accent dominating his voice.
Anzhelika didn't give a response.
"You'd better leave before I give you a reason to."
Anzhelika rolled her eyes, she reached for her gun, firing one shot that should have landed between his eyes, but Yaroslav had seen it coming, and dodged.
"I knew Dreykov would send his little spies after me. This whole negotiation was fake wasn't it?"
That's when the widow spoke through her earpiece, "Don't stick around for a chat," she said, "finish the job." Anzhelika lifted her gun again, firing a round of shots, all of them connected with Yaroslav's torso, he screamed, falling to the ground.
"Underwhelming..." she mumbled, holstering her gun and turning to leave. But a loud creak made her stop dead in her tracks. Someone else was ascending the staircase. She backed away from the entrance to the room, to behind a counter. The sounds got closer.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
She could make out faint footsteps. It was clear this person was either clueless or didn't care if someone heard them.
Thump.
Anzhelika looked on, watching a figure approach the room, their face veiled in the shadows, however, when they stepped into the room, the sun exposed their face.
A certain ginger assassin stood at the doorway, scouting the room with her gun.
"Suka!" she mumbled.
The assassin had heard Anzhelika's little remark. Her gun moved from the window to between Anzhelika's eyes.
AUTHORS NOTES:
RAHHH AMERICA 🗣️🗣️🗣️💯💯💯🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🥶🥶🥶🥶🔥🔥🔥🔥
Guess who that ginger assassin was 🥳🥳
This chapter was rlly short sorry 😔😔 but the next chapter should be longer 🥳🥳
Also the title was named after the 'Merican national anthem I learnt when I was like 8 🥳 (I'm not American nor have I ever set foot near it 🥰)
Anyway finally splatasha and Anzhelika meet ⁉️
Hope u enjoyed 💕🫶
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Fanfiction'ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴏᴍ.' _____ ⧗➳🕸️ Anzhelika Lukyanova is a thirteen year old Black Widow in training. She was orphaned at the young age of 7 months, and taken by the Red Room, who at the time were disguised as s...
