BLACK & RED | NATASHA ROMANOFF X READER | MARVEL

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1:49 AM, DECEMBER 28.

Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff sat on the quinjet.

"Approaching drop zone," Steve said as he guided the plane.

"We have almost certain intel that he's here." Bruce looked down at the file in his hands, "He's a ghost. He's a shadow." He shakes his head and looks at the numerous question marks where the information pieces are suppose to be.

"He's killed over 550 people. One of the deadliest assassins out there. We have to get him. Dead or alive." Steve commanded.

"We don't know anything about this guy. Barely even a profile. How are we suppose to catch him?" Natasha asks.

"Well, we've got a name," Steve turns back as he sticks the landing.

"Al," Bruce murmured, checking the intel again. "He's supposed to be deadly, efficient, and..."

"A ghost," Steve finished for him. "We know."

Bruce facepalms as Steve guides Natasha out.

"See you in a minute, Banner." She tells him as he stays in the jet, monitoring them from the inside.

They reached the entrance, Natasha signaling for them to split up. As they moved through the building, they heard gunfire and the sounds of a struggle. Steve and Natasha exchanged a glance and quickened their pace, Bruce following closely behind.

Reaching the top floor, they found the aftermath of a fight. Bodies littered the ground, and the sound of someone rifling through an office drew their attention.

Steve kicked the door open, revealing a figure standing amidst the chaos. "Drop it," he commanded, his shield at the ready.

1:36 AM, DECEMBER 28.
ALANA SOLOKOV POV:

My back pressed against the cold concrete wall, I struggled to catch my breath amidst the swirling smoke and debris. I couldn't afford to fail this mission, not when everything hinged on securing those stolen missile plans. "Where is my damned backup?" I muttered through gritted teeth, frustration mounting as gunfire echoed through the corridor.

Moving swiftly, I gripped my pistol tightly, eyes scanning for any sign of Ivan Krizsolv or his henchmen. HYDRA's orders were clear: neutralize Krizsolv and retrieve the file detailing the missile storage locations. Alone and against the odds, I had no choice but to press on.

Dashing past a fallen body, I reached the top floor where Krizsolv's office supposedly lay. Gunshots rang out as I took down guards with precision, the urgency of the mission propelling me forward. Just as I prepared to breach the office doors, a voice behind me sent a chill down my spine.

"Drop it."

The unmistakable click of a gun's safety being disengaged froze me in place. "You really shouldn't be here, sweetheart," the voice taunted, the cold metal of a pistol pressing against the back of my head.

Reacting on instinct, I spun around, disarming my assailant with a swift kick and a takedown. As I secured his weapon, I turned to face Krizsolv, who stood defiantly in his office doorway.

"You don't scare me, little girl," he sneered, brandishing his own firearm.

In a heartbeat, shots were exchanged. I rolled to evade his aim, watching as he fell to the ground, incapacitated. I snuck into Krizsolv's office, locking the door behind me. Amidst the chaos and my racing thoughts, I searched desperately for the file. Frustration boiled over as I rifled through his belongings. The sound of splintering wood shattered the silence as the office door burst open, revealing two figures poised with weapons drawn.