Cheshire

Chapter Two

 Third POV

Nick Fury glared at the screen in front of him with annoyance. He had thought this problem was taken care of years ago, and it was. Years ago, he himself had taken her down, but here she was, strolling down the streets of Manhattan without a care in the world.

"Bring her in." He commanded. He was met with silence. Turning to face the control center, Fury scowled at the fear-filled eyes of the agents. Everyone knew of Cheshire, and her smile. That smile that could manipulate anyone.

That smile that mocked her victims.

And her eyes, oh her eyes held malice, it was as if her cruelty was just bit of entertainment for her. "Are you all deaf? Or just plain stupid? Bring. Her. In." He demanded forcefully.

"They're scared. No one is stupid enough to fight her." Maria Hill responded. Fury whipped around to face her.

"They should be scared. Because if we don't do anything people are going to die. You hear me?!" Fury paused and turned to face everyone. "If we continue to look the other way, she'll give us something to look at. And I for one am not in the mood to clean up her mess. Not again." He yelled. Silence filled the room before a fiery red head, also known as Natasha Romanoff walked up to him.

"I'm in." She stated.

TIMESKIP: 4 HOURS

Natasha's POV

I stood silently in the aircraft. Something about that woman, Cheshire was very familiar. When Fury told us, who had escaped the prison most everyone shivered in fear. Why?

'What could be so frightening about one woman?' I asked myself before shaking my head in stupidity. 'We are the same. She and I. I cannot underestimate her as the others have done.'

After I volunteered to bring Cheshire in, Fury handed me the mission details. S.H.I.E.L.D. had sent in multiple groups of agents to take her down, only to write one condolence letter after another, vaguely describing how each agent had been killed. He couldn't just say:

"Oh, a psychopath assassin carved a smile into his cheeks before killing him. I'm so sorry."

No. We had to stretch the truth as far as we could, telling families that a bomb went and the shrapnel just so happened to slice their cheeks open, or that the enemy had a sick sense of humor.

"Widow, we're here." Agent Simmons said from the cockpit. Nodding towards her I grabbed my pistol and hooked up my harness before jumping from the plane. The air stung my face as I descended towards the abandoned warehouse. She was here. I could feel it.

Landing on the crumbling asphalt, I undid my harness and nodded up at Simmons in the Jet before heading into the abandoned building.

Well, almost abandoned. The one remaining life in there? She was the reason for the extra pistol. I grunted as I pushed the rusty door open and entered. There was dust in the air, as well as the smell of sweat. Someone had been here, very recently. This is where Cheshire's game would end.

"Cheshire!" I shouted, my voice carrying across the dusty shelves and old machines. "I know you're in here!" A single knife flew towards me, forcing me to drop the pistol and catch it, avoiding losing an eye.

'She's good.' I thought to myself as that he greeted me with a smile. She was dressed in a red and white outfit that barely covered her pale skin. A hood covered her eyes and the brown boots barely made a sound as she jumped down from one of the beams above me.

"Black Widow, It's an honor." Her honeyed voice danced across the wide room. If I didn't know any better, I'd think her sweet, English accent to be innocent, but I do. I can sense the hidden malice behind her words as she plays with one of her knives.