VENUS VADYAEVA. RED Room trained assassin, graduate of the Black Widow program. She'd nearly always been at the top of the class. Cold; smart; ruthless. The qualities that they were looking for. It'd taken a little while, but eventually, she'd gotte...
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∆ {1¹} {BLOOD IN THE WATER} ∆
Vienna, 5th Janurary 2009
VENUS VADYAEVA SIPPED her wine. It wasn't the best, but she wasn't here for the alcohol - at least, mostly. The liquid was a little sour, but she found herself enjoying it; it was a shame it was white instead of red, but it'd have to do. She was actually here for a mission, she reminded herself before she drank too much, to conduct surveillance (and probably cross off) one of the KGB's monitored assets, who had been moving around the country rather suspiciously. She wasn't in Russia today, though. Her target was attending a party in Vienna, so that's where she was too. A deep, blood red dress flowed down her body, fitting a little too tightly for Venus' preference, making her black (dyed) hair stand out ever so slightly more.
Despite her muscles, which were easy to see if you looked for them, she'd always been rather slim and tall, at least a few inches taller than the other girls she'd grown up with, most of whom were dead. Though, she'd always found that her golden eyes drew people's attention. She'd been told many eyes that they were pretty, but she simply found them to be a feature that made her harder to hide in a crowd. So today, she was wearing blue contacts. Of course, the dress flowed out slightly from the tighter bodice so that she could conceal her thin, sharp pair of short swords, that she favoured above guns and knives. She still had a gun, though, along with a couple of throwing knives around the place.
Her target, who she'd decided to call Silver (on account to his grey hair and slate coloured suit), was talking to a short, squat man who looked like someone had squashed his face in with a frying pan. Venus' mouth turned down at the edges as she scowled slightly at the look of the man. He looked like the sort of man who would reveal anything if provided the right motivation. That gave her a very slight advantage, at least. She let her face wash over and calmed her thoughts as she felt a presence behind her, turning her lips in the opposite direction as she painted a soft smile onto her face and instantly seemed more relaxed than she had a few moments ago. A man had come up to her, with light brown hair and similar eyes. He wore a hearing aid and was an inch or so taller than her, and he wore a relatively tight shirt that toned off his toned muscles.
"It's nice, isn't it?" He asked, lifting his own flute of champagne.
"It's okay. Not the best I've had, but you get what you get," She told him, noting his American accent and matching it flawlessly.
"You don't seem like the kind of person who should be alone at a party like this," he told her. She could tell the moment he walked up to her what he was trying to do, but there was something in his eyes that told her he was much nicer than the normal sort of men who came up to her. If she swung that way, Venus might've even found him attractive. A quick, subtle glance over him told her that she wouldn't be able to overpower him using purely strength, and the way his shoulder muscles were slightly tensed told her that her was nervous about something.
"I'm Victoria," she replied, turning to him slightly more, making up a fake name that sounded vaguely American on the spot.
"Ash," he returned in kind. It was a lie, Venus knew that, and now she was fairly sure of her suspicions. A couple more minute tests- she stumbled forward slightly as someone barged into her from behind, and the man, whatever his real name was, shot out a hand and caught her shoulder, pulling her upright. So, she was right. The speed in which he'd reacted told Venus that his reflexes were strong and fast.
"Thanks," she said quietly, a small, grateful smile on her face. He gave her a similar smile, and Venus downed the rest of her champagne carefully, most of which had 'accidentally spilled' out of the glass when she'd 'been pushed'. She glanced at her target briefly before making a decision. There would be other chances to spy on Silver, but if she acted now, she'd become compromised, and that would be the end of it. She'd probably be shot. She took one more breath before she twisted her face into an suggestive smirk and turned to the man stood beside her.
"You think we can have a moment alone?" The man put on a face of fake consideration - a very good one at that - before he smiled at her and nodded. She walked out through a side door that lead into a corridor in front of him; she wasn't nervous of getting stabbed in the back. He closed the door behind him, and she kept up the charade for a few moments, before she dropped it and spun around as fast as she could, one of her shorts words seeming to leap into her hand as Venus made her face go blank, her eyes twinkling with a dark emotion. She had him pinned to the wall in an instant, and it seemed to take him a moment to register what happened.
"Who do you work for?" Her voice was calm, cold and demanding. Venus didn't have enough time to deal with lies.
"What do you mean, I-?" He began, feigning confusion.
"Who do you work for?" She insisted, her voice stronger now, and sharper as she cut off his lies.
"I don't know what you're talking abou-" his face was twisted into fake fear, but Venus could see right through it. She didn't have time to cut him off again, because a door down the hall slammed open and Silver stepped into the hall. He took in the scene for a moment, both agents looking at him for a split-second, before he recognised Venus, his face paled and her began to run away. She let out a half-sigh, half-growl of exasperation, sent him a smouldering glare and slammed her sword into the wall through his shoulder, keeping him in place. He let out a yell, but she was already gone, running swiftly down the hall, her other blade in hand. She caught up to the other man in a few moments, and caught him quickly. She knocked him out and went back to where she'd left the agent, and cursed as she saw her sword lying on the floor, the end covered in the man's blood. But he hadn't taken her or killed her, one of which was no doubt his orders. It'd could've gone worse, she reasoned, and disappeared into the shadows of the hallways.
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CLINT'S MISSION HADN'T gone according to plan, at all. He'd been sent to capture or kill a member of the KGB that was a threat to S.H.I.E.L.D. Her callsign was Blood Moon, but they didn't actually know what she looked like. When he'd arrived at the party in Vienna, it'd taken him a little while to spot her. She was standing slightly out of the way, a flute of champagne in her hand. She had slightly dark skin, and black hair flowed down her back and blue eyes. He only knew it was her because of the way she was standing; her posture was perfect, her back straight and shoulders back and her eyes were fixed on a small group of people, one of whom she seemed to be watching more than the others. So this was what she looked like. He'd memorised her face while she had been talking to her, so that he could try and get it drawn by somebody. He hadn't expected the mission to end with a sword through his shoulder though. The look on her face as she'd turned around reminded him frighteningly of Natasha, the strange blankness that swept effortlessly over her features, sword glinting in her hand. It was terrifying, and the way her voice had been so calm yet so fierce had chilled him to his bone.
And now he had to report to Nick Fury and tell him that he hadn't caught her. He wasn't looking forward to it. Natasha would always be able to tell if something was up, too. Currently, he was in medical, but he could see Fury coming towards him and sighed. He wasn't going to enjoy this.
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{A/N:} I have no excuse. Someone needs to stop me from making these xD. Hope you enjoyed.
