Natasha Romanoff Oneshots

"Who The Hell Is Natasha?" (Part Two)

Summary: After Natasha's death, the Avengers each handled their grief in different ways. But they have to put their sadness aside when Fury sends them after a masked assailant, who is incredibly well trained and keeps evading them. But then why do the Avengers feel like they know her? And will happen when they come face-to-face? (Clint's family AU that you will find out about during the chapter.) (AU where Tony survived killing Thanos.)

Ships: None 

Major Characters: Tony, Steve, Clint, Masked Assailant

Minor Characters: Man, Woman

This chapter was a request, but I can't find the comment that requested it, so thank you!

I am going to an overnight summer camp for the next three-and-a-half weeks, so I will be unable able to write the next chapter ("Natalia?" (Part: 2) requested by wannaread726432) until I am back.

Also, I have not entirely read through this chapter to check for spelling errors since it's really long (longest chapter yet, I think) and pretty late at night right now, so please comment if you see any spelling/grammar errors.

Thank you for so many reads, votes, and comments! I really appreciate them and they make me want to keep writing.

Have a great summer for those of you who live in a place where it's summer! And have a great day to everyone.

:)

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The Masked Assailant hated secrets.

It was almost poetic, then, that her entire life had been a secret—even to her.

Secrets haunted her dreams, her nightmares. They haunted her passing thoughts and they danced in front of her like twenty-eight ballerinas.

She didn't know where she came from, who her parents were, why it had been her who survived training when the others died.

She didn't even know her own name. 

The Black Widow, she was called. The Masked Assailant.

Sometimes, she wondered if she had never been told her name in the first place, or if she had just forgotten it over decades of undercover missions that stretched her true self until she didn't even know who she was before.

However, Natasha was a name that she had never heard.

Natasha was a name that didn't fit her, she felt. But somehow it also felt perfect.

Natasha didn't inspire fear onto the minds of everyone who heard it. In fact, it inspired hope.

But where had it come from?

The men who she had been sent to kill, who invited her into their home for a talk had known it. "Natasha?" they'd gasped, with enough conviction that it almost made her think that she actually was Natasha... Was she?

She didn't know.

She wished she knew.

The Masked Assailant had never doubted herself before that she remembered. She killed and tortured many people, young and old, guilty and innocent, yet she had never hesitated, knowing that if she did she would be replaced as the Black Widow, and countless others would have to go through what she did so they could take on her job, and then suffer more. Sure, she felt guilty. But the guilt crept into the night when she was trying to sleep, not in the day when it really mattered.