La Vie En Rose

Chapter 1

My life was simple.

Then again, it was simple when it was my life.

Simplicity at its best considered on the simple pleasures of life. Egyptian cotton sheets, goose feather pillows, mimosas everyday, and the best part all the jewels and gems that I could dream of.

Oh, all the gems and jewels I could imagine.

I thought of my precious babies and how they gleamed and sparkled in all different shades and hues of colors, all of them different shapes and sizes.

I don't discriminate, I love them all.

This is my life. This was my life.

I loved it and I wouldn't change a single thing about it.I

live for the lavish things in life. I believe life was made to be enjoyed and I was blessed with the proper gifts to enjoy it, which is something I don't intend on wasting.

Only a few days ago had I been completely spread out in my luxurious king bed. I looked at the yellow canary ring that shined brightly upon my index finger; thus far my favorite and most expensive accessory.
It was then, that I heard the elevator door open. I thought it was my morning breakfast, eggs benedict and crab cakes with a Moet Mimosa. I sat up, the slightest of smiles in my face. It soon twisted into a frown when I was greeted by two strangers standing at the entrance of my master bedroom. One was a man who wore a simple, black suit, the other was a gorgeous woman who had short red hair and wore a skintight black and crimson suit- and it was just downhill from there.

Presently, I sat in a discrete private plane to India, it wasn't as lavish as to what I was used to, but it was something. A stupid pair of pitch black sunglasses had been practically glued to my head. I had been threatened not to remove them despite any circumstance that might arise. I looked at my newest companion with a scowl.
Natasha Romanoff, also known as the deadly Black Widow. She looked back at me just as uneasily.

"Can I take the glasses off?" I asked in a bored town my voice drawling at the end.
"No," she retorted with absolutely no amusement in her tone.
"Couldn't you have at least made these Chanel?" I scoffed rolling my eyes. The Black Widow remained stoic, her answer obvious.

Her mood: frustrated and annoyed.

Just as frustrated I snapped the glasses off angrily. In that instant she pointed a cold gun at my temple. With a sly grin I snapped my pale eyes towards hers. Hers remained tightly shut.

"I just," Sighing I looked around the small space in the plane as I looked for a way out. "I still don't understand why I have to be of service."
"I didn't know your silly organization was that weak," I added.

Tension was escalating; anger was beginning to flood her mind. The edge of my lips tugged up into a smirk. "The organization isn't weak nor is it silly," she said sharply emphasizing on the word 'silly.'
"The problem is that he-it, it's too strong. No one can control it. Perhaps only you can."
"Will you look at me for Chrissake? I'm not going to do anything to you. It's not like I can, considering that this hideous vest that I'm wearing will literally kill me. Not to mention how unflattering it is," I ripped open my Versace jacket to show the Black Widow the control belt bomb that had been locked around my torso. One wrong move and "Boom!" I would be split splat.

Agent Coulson, the man who got me involved in this, had managed to get this bomb on me. If I misbehaved it would only take one click of a red button for my life to cease.
"Chill B.W.," I said once again rolling my eyes and looking at her gun annoyed.

The Black Widow ignored her new nickname and finally opened her eyes and dared to look into mine. Her tense mood did not falter.

"See," I said smugly buttoning up my fancy jacket.