The Spark That Never Dies Part: One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Not only were your powers improving, or more specifically your control over them, but you ended the evening with a romantic dinner shared with your fiancé. Even though you asked to confirm it more than a few times, she fully forgave you and understood your intentions.

You woke up much earlier than usual and kissed her forehead softly before getting up, heading for the bathroom to take a shower.

When you came out, someone had just slipped a file under your door, and you jogged over to catch who it was, but the elevator was just closing, making you miss the identity of the person. You went back inside and picked up the file marked 'confidential' flicking through to see it was yours, unredacted.

You grabbed the desk chair nearby and sat down, turning on your desk lamp which wasn't bright enough to wake the sleeping assassin. You turned the pages, scanning over everything you knew or remembered about your life and 'career' before landing on a piece of news that stopped you in your tracks. It said your mother was Russian, but in the fourteen years you knew her, you couldn't recall an accent or anything that showed you this to be true. She mentioned being from Pennsylvania and something about her parents being Dutch.

Reading on, your father was German and your great grandfather on the same side was a Nazi. You had no idea your ancestor or bloodline was filled with a dark past, but it would explain some of the art collected by your grandparents before they died. It told of lost soldiers, some with the swastika marked on the back, but you just thought little of it when you were eight or nine. Most things involving your family were blocked out because it was too painful after they died when you were a young teenager.

This was giving you flashes of your nightmares that kept indicating your father was involved with Hydra and the more you read, the more it pointed to this being true.

You tensed for a moment when arms wrapped around you from the back, but once you processed it was Natasha, you relaxed again.

"Baby?" She leaned her chin on your shoulder, "What is this?"

"I need a favor." You told her, never taking your eyes off the file even when she released you to sit on the desk next to it.

"Anything."

"It's a big one," You sighed, resting your hands on her bare thighs, and looking up at her, "Kind of looking into SHIELD kind of dangerous. Might put some eyes on you."

"I exposed myself to the world years ago."

"Damn, where was I?" You joked and she smiled, tracing over your palm with a light touch.

"Tell me what you need me to do."

"First, I need Tony's cameras. I wanna know who had the pull to give me this and to figure out why, I want to know everything that person did from last week up until now. I want to know what made them do this, why now, and what they want me to do with it."

"Keep it between us?" She guessed.

"For now." You nodded and she hopped off, kissed your cheek, and then disappeared into the bathroom, running the shower.

You hated asking her this, but it was definitely her area of expertise and she wanted to be with you if you were ever going after Hydra. The difference this time being you weren't killing them or even leaving the tower yet. You were pulling at small, hopefully unnoticeable, threads to see where it all leads, if anywhere.

Going back to the file, you noticed your sister's name came up a lot. From when you were six to ten, according to this, she lived in Russia. You couldn't remember her being gone for four years, you certainly would've noticed, but why would it say that if it wasn't true? Reading further, it said that your mother got pregnant, with no success, before having said sister and then you about a year later. But that wasn't true because your sister was two years older than you and she was adopted.