I'm on a mission, i'm set out to kill the red rooms biggest enemy, this isn't going to be an easy job, and i'm the best assassin they have. I'm known as the black widow and i have killed hundreds no, thousands of people, it isn't hard for me to kill without showing emotion as i have no place in this world other than to kill, i just have to keep reminding myself of that, i make one wrong move and i die, i don't want to live like this but i have no choice.
I eventually turn up at the compound killing guards left right and centre as if they never saw me coming, i eventually make it into the main building and look around to suggest in any direction he could be. I start to sense guards coming round the corner so i know i have to be quick, i find a door that says office on it in broad fancy writing, i try and open the door and of course it's locked but i could sense the guards around me now i couldn't pick the lock in time i had to fight or flight and it's pretty obvious the one that a chose...
Fight.
I slowly turned around trying to catch them of guard by then sprinting at them and knocking two out at once and then i few more after, but then i felt trapped, there was no way i'm getting out alive, i fought off another few but then came my weakness.
Fire.
I bolted up gasping for air like i've been underwater for hours, my palms sweaty; my head sore i came to realisation realising i was only in the avengers tower there nothing to worry about, there was nothing to worry about, i turned to my phone it was 3am. I've been having these flashbacks for awhile now but there was no one to talk to, because people don't deserve to hear about my past its one less thing for them to think about, of who i am as a person and what i did.
I decided to go and get some coffee there was no way i'm getting back to sleep, the lights are always left on per usual because it isn't really a surprise for anyone to be getting no sleep, but i know for a fact i think my reason is by far the worst, i know what everyone's past is like from their worst to their best moments. Apart from bruce's he is quite a shy and reserved about his past and as a person really, which is fair enough because so am i, about my past i mean, if you've pissed me off you will know about it.
The kitchen is quiet which is i wouldn't say a surprise but it really just depends what night. I started brewing my coffee, holding my coffee mug when i heard someone come up behind me, i twisted their arm and slammed them onto the floor is my instinct until i see who is beneath me. It is the one guy in this place of mayhem who would never touch a fly,
"omg bruce i'm so sorry, i thought you were someone else" i say meaningfully.
He gets up scratching his neck sheepishly saying "it's ok, you can never trust anyone here" he says with a faint smile. This man is honestly the kindest man alive. "You can't sleep either?" he questions me.
I come back to reality after just focusing on his black curly hair and his beautiful brown eyes and replying with a blunt "No".
"ok....i..is there enough coffee to share?" he says sheepishly "yes of course" i grabbed the cup from his hand a little slower as i would've done to feel his soft skin on mine and started to pour him a cup and gave it him back, his face lightens up and says a quiet "thankyou".
"i'm just going to be working on a project in my lab if you need me, or do you want to talk about what's gotten you up at this time of night"he explains. I reply with "No its ok its nothing to worry about" as a turn around and bring my hot drink up to bed i regret not letting him in but why would bruce want to know.
I turn back around at the last second as i was about to walk up the stairs to see where he was but he was not to be seen i let out a small sigh and whispered "love is for children".
