Natasha was raised to be an assassin. She endured years of torturous training to become one of the deadliest killers in Russia...but she wasn't the only one. Chinese operatives had gathered information on the Black Widow program and created their ow...
"They made you into a weapon, and told you to find peace."
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*Present Day 14 Years Later*
The casino played a song of its own; slot machines dinging, chips clacking as the dealer passed them out to the players at the tables, and the chatter of people throwing down money with the hope of hitting it big. It was like a carnival for adults. A person could get lost for days in a place like this...and some did, including an already rather wealthy industrialist looking to get lucky in a different way.
His eyes scoured the casino floor as he sipped on a glass of champagne. He saw many fine women. Dressed in dresses so short that he could've sworn they were made for little girls. They were all so...bland, though.
Tony Stark was bored. He was bored of the supermodels and brainless bimbos he'd taken to bed so many times. He wanted something else. He needed something else.
Stark was a weapons manufacturer. He headed a company that provided high-powered ordnance to the U.S. Army, Air Force, Navy, and of course, S.H.I.E.L.D.
He profited on death, destruction, and war. Maybe some day he was going to have a change of heart, some kind of near-death experience that shakes him off his current trajectory, but not today. Not for a while, at least.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of someone coming his way. She wasn't wearing anything too extravagant. A black dress that didn't draw too much attention to her already striking figure. She had glowing blonde hair and a pair of piercing eyes.
She approached Tony, who sat at the end of the bar. "Can I help you with something?" she asked playfully.
"Oh, sorry. Was I staring? I didn't realise I was staring."
The woman laughed. "Well, at least you didn't start with a shitty pick-up line."
Tony tapped on the counter to get the bartender's attention. "Could you get me some wine over here? Two glasses."
The bartender nodded, turning to grab the glasses and the bottle of wine. Tony turned back to his new friend. "Tony. Tony Stark."
"Thought I recognised you. Wendy," she said with a soft smile. "So let me start with the dumb pick-up line. You come here often?"
"First time. Got a press conference in the hall next door. No big deal. Just showing off some..sniper rifle ammunition that can self-adjust mid-flight to compensate for wind and range conditions. Nothing too fancy."
