SHIELD's HYDRA

Meeting

If someone that actually speaks Russian has anything to correct about the Russian in this please message me.

Natasha Romanoff

I hate this. I don't fit in and I don't want to. I hate Red Room. I want to leave, and tomorrow after the annual test I could. The test will tell me where to go. I won't listen.

SHIELD's HYDRA

The test. Finally my turn. I stood up as they called my name. Or the name they gave me, Наталья Альяновна (Nathalia Alyanova). They will inject me with a serum and I need to complete the tasks. I woke in a white room with nothing but a table. On one side- a gun. on the other- a piece of bread that was most likely poisoned. 'Choose,' a voice boomed. I obeyed. The gun was the better option. I picked it up and turned when I heard a thump behind me. There was a man the floor. He was bleeding. I knew what I had to do. I did it. I shot him. Then the scene changed. I was in an American bus. There was a man holding a paper with a name and picture on it. My name and picture. In the picture I had blonde hair, green eyes and tan skin.

"Do you know this woman?" I shook my head. He pressed harder. "I really need to know if you know this woman."

"I really want to help you, sir, but-" I turned up the innocent look. "I have no idea who that woman is." He nodded. The scene changed again. This time I was in an interrogation room. There was a young girl sitting in the chair. I was supposed to torture and then once I get the information murder her. I did what I had to do but I was kind. I asked and when she wouldn't give I broke her finger. I continued this until she told me and then I broke her neck. Then I woke up. I was ushered out and as the door closed the woman that administered my test slipped me a note. 'You don't belong here. You fit into to many categories. Spy, Assassin, Infiltrator. They will kill you for that. Run.' I read the note and decided that I would listen. I ran. I became a freelance assassin and spy. Then one night after I had completed a contract to kill a small family and get information from their files in a small city in Russia, I realized that I had a shadow. They were following me from a rooftop. I tried to lose them but I couldn't. I couldn't shake them. I led them down a small alley and stopped about halfway down. When they caught up and I felt them behind me. I asked, "Вы из Красной комнаты? Они послали тебя, чтобы убить меня?(Are you from the Red Room? Did they send you to kill me?)"

"Нет,(No)" he answered. "Являются ли они те, которые привели вас стать Черной Вдовы?(Are they the ones that caused you to become the Black Widow?)"

"Да," I breathed. "Какое тебе дело? Кто вас послал? Я знаю, что вы здесь, чтобы убить меня, так что, кто вас послал и почему?(Yes. Why do you care? Who sent you? I know that you are here to kill me so who sent you and why?)" I asked as I turned and saw the arrow that was pointed at my heart. "Hawkeye."

He nodded sharply and then started to answer my questions. "I know that you speak English, Widow. I was sent by Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division or SHIELD for short. You've caused us problems and they want me to kill you but if you want I can spare you and take you in instead. Don't you want to clear your ledger?" How did he know that's what I called it? How does he know that I want it to be cleared? "I know because I am working for SHIELD to clear my ledger. Mine is bloodier than yours. While you've done this for, what? Three years and killed two hundred people?" I nodded that he was right. "I only did it for a year and killed almost three hundred people that didn't deserve it. Now I go after people who do and I get reasons for why they warranted the kill order. What do you say?" I thought. He's offering me a new start but he still has an arrow pointed at my heart. As if reading my thoughts he lowered the bow and put the arrow into his quiver on his back. "So what do you say, Widow? Yes or no?" I nodded and started to slowly remove all of my weapons and laid them on the ground in front of me. He jumped from the roof and stood in front of me and I held out my hands. "I'm not going to cuff you if that's what you think. Tell me your name," he commanded.

"Natalia Alyanova," I responded. He nodded.

"Do you want to change it or leave it?" I looked at him incredulously. I slowly nodded and thought. Keep the same name but bastardize it.  

"Natasha Romanoff." Hawkeye nodded.

"Good. Come with me." I nodded and followed. He led me towards a plane and ushered me onto it. He sat in the pilot's seat and started the take off sequence. After that he pulled up the communication system and dialled a number. "Hey Coulson."

"Barton," a male voice responded.

"Remember that mission that I'm on right now?"

"Yes..." 'Coulson' responded warily. "What about it?"

"Well I kinda decided to not carry it out..."

"BARTON! Why didn't you kill her? Where is she?"

"On the quinjet with me. Sitting behind me and I may or may not've offered her a job." 

"BARTON!"

"You didn't see what I saw, Coulson. She deserves a chance. Please? She's the same as me. I did it for a year and killed three hundred. She's done it for three and killed two hundred. Why did she warrant the kill order and not me?"  

"Fine! I'll talk to Fury but I'm not promising anything." 

It had been five years since that day in Russia. Clint, Phil and I became a small family. Until the Loki incident. As soon as I heard those horrid words I knew we would never be the same again. 'Barton's been compromised.'