BOOK ONE OF THE ETERNAL WINTER TRILOGY
*EDITING IN PROGRESS*
Realizing that Natasha Romanoff a.k.a Black Widow doesn't fit into the illusion of superheroes, she decides to go on her own path. A path that leads her to becoming a vigilante. The life s...
They walked into the dark abyss of the space, James pulled out a flashlight from his holster and they watched the beams of light dance across the room. Searching for signs of life.
Once the coast was clear, they all spread across the room searching blindly for a light switch. The lights hummed to life as Wanda flicked the switches. The room that was once dark was now filled with blinding light. Brighter than the lights that filled the haunted rooms and hallways.
"Does anyone find it strange that there is an immense amount of electricity in this room?" Natasha's voice echoed off chipped paint.
"Like it has its own generator, separate from the rest of the building." Clint responded.
"Now why would a small room like this need a generator?" Natasha thought to herself.
"Even small things need power," Wanda chimed in. "but who said that this room needed a generator?" She pointed at the ground.
"You think there's another floor?" Everyone turned to James who was leaning against a rusted, red table.
"Look around. There's nothing more than aged furniture in here, too much electricity for a couch occupied by dust." Wanda looked at James.
James stood silent, letting Wanda's words sink in. "Alright Indiana Jones, lets search for a secret door."
They all scanned the room, knocking on walls to see if it was hollow enough, pushing away furniture to find cracks big enough to be openings. But nothing, it's always nothing. Natasha sighed as she pushed her hair from out of her face. "How the hell does he hide all his shit?"
"Well, we can still-" Clint slipped off a forgotten bolt and pushed the table behind him. The ground shook lightly, then a door appeared right behind him. Moaning as the wall came to life.
James ran to the door, eyeing the entrance. Natasha kneeled down beside Clint and looked at the table he grabbed. The bolts that held the pieces together was loose. "A hidden button," She patted her hand on Clint's shoulder. "Well done Jones."
Clint groaned as he stood up and mumbled to himself as they ran into another dark abyss.
James pulled out his Skorpion, attached to it was a flashlight. Lighting the unfamiliar path. Natasha also pulled out her Glocks and fastened flashlights on each. The walls around them illuminated red, Wanda's magic slithering around her like snakes. Clint was in the back, arrow held high, waiting to pounce on any moving object.
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The walked on this straight path for almost an hour, there was no other passages. Just one that went on for too long. "I think we're in China now." James tried to lighten the mood.
Natasha examined the cement that concealed them. Where does the passage lead them to? Chills tickled her spine at the possibilities.
"Wanda, any sign of magic so far?" Natasha turned to her.
Wanda shook her head. "Clean."
Natasha did not like this, it was too quiet, too clean. There was something cold about the whole situation.
Then the passage stopped, right in front of them was a forest-green door. It was polished, like it was recently painted. They all stood still, deeper silence filled the air.
James placed his ear on the door, trying to hear any hint of occupation. It was silent.
James turned to Natasha and she nodded.
He kicked the door open with one blow. The door flew across the room, shattering against the stripped wallpaper.
The room reminded Natasha of an abandoned dollhouse, the wallpaper was ripped like nails gripped on for dear life. The lights were dim until Natasha flicked them on. However, not only the lights turned on. Screens appeared from a hidden opening in the ceiling. Modern technology was held captive in a rotting room.
James and Natasha held their breath, shock filled their faces. This was hidden under their torture rooms, a place where they watched them as a blue fire slowly burned their insides into nothing but ash.
The screen turned on automatically, showing an unknown call was coming in.
"Privet, moy vdova. (Hello my widow.)" The voice rang in her ears like a bullet hurdling through darkness.
James stiffened, showing no emotion.
Trikov leaned against the glossy, wooden table in front of him. "YA dumal, ty nayti nash dispetcherskuyu bystreye. Vashi talanty , kazhetsya , umen'shayetsya Natal'ya, kak led ot solntsa. (I thought you'd find our control room faster. Your talents seem to be diminishing Natalia, like ice against the sun.)"
No one said a word.
"Lost in translation Natalia? Glavnyy iz Rossiyskoy snega? (Head out of the Russian snow?)"
"YA prosto ocharovany blagodati v vashem golose , Aleksi . (I'm just captivated by the grace in your voice, Alexi.)"
His laugh poisoned what's left of the air.
"Vasha krasota i obayaniye nikogda ne umret. (Your beauty and charm will never die.)" His smile felt like acid, eating her inside and out.
"K sozhaleniyu dlya vas Natal'ya , ya ster vse fayly, kotoryye kogda-libo prikasalsya k serveru. Vy ne naydete nichego , krome pustykh papok . Vsya nasha istoriya poshla s odnim nazhatiyem knopki.(Sadly for you Natalia, I have erased every file that has ever touched the server. You will find nothing but empty folders. Our entire history gone with the touch of a button.)" Amusement spread across his face.
Everyone stared at Trikov, hiding their true reactions to themselves.
Trikov pouted mockingly. "YA ozhidal bol'she! Gde emotsii? I expected more than that! Where's the emotion?" He stared intensely into James' eyes. "Gde gnev ? YA znayu, vy chuvstvuyete, chto Dzheyms . Yarost' , chto gorit , chto nekontroliruyemyy ogon'? Tot, chto khochet videt' menya stradat'? (Where's the anger? I know you feel it James. The rage that burns that uncontrollable fire? The one that wants to see me suffer?)"
James kept his ground, not letting Trikov's words seep in.
"O ty ne veselo. (Oh you're no fun.)" He sighed. "YA prosto ostavlyu tebya zdes' , pozvolyayut planirovat' svoyu ubiystvo .(I'll just leave you here, let you plan out my assassination.)"
Trikov smiled into the camera. "Do svidaniya! (Bye!)"
