The Russian Snake (An Avengers Fanfiction)

Carbon Copy

Valeriya's POV

Romanoff sat there with a smirk plastered on her face, as I stalked over to the table. I wasn't even fully seated before Ward had handcuffs around my wrists.

"I'll leave you too alone," he said, and walked out.

"Wow so now the Black Widow can't even protect herself from a teenaged girl?" I quipped.

"It's SHIELD protocol, but don't think that I'm not ready to put your ass in the ground if you try anything funny," she sneered.

I sat back in the chair smirking.

"Okay then, now let's get started." She sighed.
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Natasha's POV

   "Okay then, now let's get started." I sighed, as I looked through the Manila folder feeling the assassin's eyes on me.

    "Question One, state your full name, date of birth, and location of birth."

     Her blue-brown eyes flicked around the room, as I waited for her to answer.

     "Valeriya Rosenia Lukashtov, November 5th 2000, St. Petersburg, Russia." She stated, still with her Russian accent dripping into her words. It would take her awhile to speak without her accent, as it did me.

"Is that your real name, or the one the Red Room labeled you with?" I ask quizzically, if she thinks that I am going to make this easy, she is surely mistaken.

I small spark of nervousness flashes in her eyes, only to be replaced with a mask of no emotion once again,"It's my real name, why would it not be?"

I raise an eyebrow,"Are you sure??"

She frowns,"It is the only name I have ever known, it might be a name Ivan had conjured up for me, but Valeriya Rosenia Lukashtov is and will be my name," I can now see the very imminent anger in her eyes.

      Not wanting to infuriate her anymore, I move on, "Question 2, name the organization you were previously associated with."

      She sighed, "That word 'previously', I hate it. It's as if you assume that the Red Room is dead to me-"

I cut her off, "It sure as hell better be dead to you, unless you want to be a permanent resident inside SHIELD's oh so luxurious body bags."

She rolls her eyes,"It's kind of hard to leave the only home you have ever had in the rubble it was buried under."

"It's sad that you think that hell hole was a home, after all they probably did to you-"

"They made me into what I am today," she sneered.

"And what is that?" I raise my eyebrow quizzically, "A murderer? A weapon of destruction? You must be clinically insane if you are happy that you have become that."

          If looks could kill, I would be dead 10 times over, she glared daggers at me as she spoke, "For being the Black Widow, you definitely have more beauty than brains, I am definitely not overjoyed to be; what was it you called me? Oh yes, a weapon of destruction, but I would rather be something than nothing."

        "You're crazy."

          "You're stupid," she rolls her eyes, "I grew up there, and unlike you I don't throw away the loyalty I had sworn to always have."

          "I have new loyalties to SHIELD,"I state, trying so hard to not lash out at this girl.

        "And SHIELD is so pure and innocent, I've read the files, I know about the missions you have been sent on, and believe me they aren't all rainbows and unicorns."

        "We kill for a reason, not power, and not grudges. I've seen the things you have done; orphaning and killing children, biting down buildings, you're lucky you aren't in front of a firing squad."

        "I'm not though, that is the beauty of it all," she looks down at her cuffs, "To be completely honest, I can't believe that I'm not."

        "You're impossible," I begin to gather up the inards of the Manila folder.

       "I've been told that a lot, usually by my victims as they plead to live."

      "This will continue at a later date," I grumble, as I walk briskly out of the room, avoiding eye contact with her. "You can uncuff her," I say absentmindedly to Ward, who was standing out side of the door.

      I walk through the halls of the base, headed towards the one training room I know that Clint will be in.

    Of course, he was in there.

I stood by the entrance way, knowing that he knew I was there and would acknowledge me when he was finished.

Sure enough, after the last arrow was out of his quiver, he started towards the door, "Hey Nat, how'd it go?"

"Saying it was a disaster is the biggest understatement in the world," I stare at him.

His eyebrows raise,"Really?"

"Yeah, she's the most stubborn person I've ever questioned, there's no getting through to her."

"Huh," he says,"I might seen that one coming..."

" I should've seen it coming,"I scoff, "With everything I said, she counteracted it with a witty response. I finally just had to walk out before I lost it in there."

     "If I were to be completely honest, sounds just like you when you were brought in," he flashes a toothy grin.

     "No..."

       "Yes...," he chuckles," you gotta give her a chance Tash, I gave you a chance-"

        I cut him off, "This is different."

        "It's different my ass. She's practically a carbon copy of you, well except she can kick your ass..." he mumbles the last part.

       "Clinton Francis Barton, I advise you quit talking unless you want me to kick your ass," I quip.

       He breaks into hysterics, "That's what I mean! Right There! Witty responses, attitude, carbon copy I tell you! Maybe I can get Banner to test your DNA make sure she's not your clone or something!" More hysterical laughing.

      "Not funny Clint," I say, trying to hide a smile.

       "Coming from the person using all of the willpower to hide a smile, you forget how well I can read you."

     I finally let the smile go, and he laughs some more,"There happy?"

     "Very," he laughs.

      We continue to laugh, and I eventually change to train a little bit with him.

     Let's just say that I kept my promise about kicking his ass.

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AN: FINALLY AN UPDATE!! IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT BUT HERE IT IS!! JUST SO YOU ALL KNOW I WENT AND EDITED SOME PREVIOUSLY CHAPTERS AND CHANGED SOME STUFF. LIKE VAL'S WEAPON CHOICE, NOW SHE HAS WRIST BLADES LIKE THOSE FROM ASSASSINS CREED INSTEAD OF WHIPS. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING!!! LOVE YOU GUYS!! ❤️