THE LOST ROMANOFF

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authors note- this is literally awful. i wrote it forever ago. so sorry.

ZAYLEE ROMANOFF WAS SAT IN AN INTERROGATION
room in London. She was on an assignment given to her by S.H.I.E.L.D. , halfway across the world from her sister.

She wasn't very interested in the questions being asked, she let her mind wander to her sister. She hadn't seen her in almost five years. "It's almost as if S.H.I.E.L.D.'s trying to keep us apart," she thought, almost rolling her eyes, but stopping herself.

However, it wasn't as if she didn't hear about her sister. Seeing as the older Romanoff, back in 2012, had taken on the title of the Black Widow, joined the avengers initiative, and been in the public eye ever since.

Meanwhile, the interrogation was still going. That was, until the phone of one of the men rang. They looked confused for a moment, before the man answered. He spoke for a moment, before handing Zaylee the phone, and saying "It's for you."

Zaylee masked her confusion well, but she couldn't stop the feeling. She held the phone between her head and shoulder and said hurriedly "Hello?" "Agent Romanoff, I have a job for you." spoke the familiar voice of Nick Fury. "That's unfortunate, considering you already sent me on a mission in London, which, if you didn't already know, I'm working on right now."

"Your sister's involved." Zaylee's breath caught in her throat. She understood that her sister must have been in a dangerous situation than she realized, because Fury wouldn't dare put the Romanoff sisters in the same environment otherwise. "I'll be there soon," she said, before letting the phone clatter to the ground, swinging the chair she was tied to on the first man, and standing up.

She went for the second man, twisting herself up and around his body, entrapping his head in between her thighs. Whilst she was on him, she surveyed the room, looking for the third man, quickly spotting him approaching her side. She, in an almost graceful way, twirled off the man, snapping his neck, and jumped on the other man's neck.

She pulled out her wire, and pulled his head further in between her thighs before flipping off of him, using the wire to slam his head into the table.

She didn't even glance at the bloody spectacle behind her, before grabbing the phone, and exiting, preparing to enter the approaching S.H.I.E.L.D. ship.

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She at this point, was thirty minutes away from the Romanian base. She was in the bathroom, examining herself. Her black suit had a large blood stain on the left sleeve from when she had slammed the third man into the table, but everything was otherwise fine.

The suit was a basic black one with a small S.H.I.E.L.D logo on the left shoulder. She had a tool belt around her west, daggers and guns scattered around her waist and legs.

Her dark red hair was wild, since she had taken it down for a moment to sooth the ache of the tight braid. Her emerald green eyes were shrouded in thought, staring off into space.

Her last interaction with her sister had been strained and forced. Natasha had always been the favorite. Even back during their time in the Red Room. Back when they were Zarina and Natalia Romanova. Natalia was stronger, faster, less resistant.

Natalia Romanova was the Black Widow.
Zarina Romanova was the backup plan.

"We'll be there in a few minutes." Zaylee heard the pilot yell. She refocused her eyes, before running her fingers through her hair, and beginning to re-braid it.