BOOK ONE OF THE ETERNAL WINTER TRILOGY *EDITING IN PROGRESS* Realizing that Natasha Romanoff a.k.a Black Widow doesn't fit into the illusion of superheroes, she decides to go on her own path. A path that leads her to becoming a vigilante. The life she once knew and left behind is now coming back to haunt her. Dragging her back into the blood-seeped snow of Russia. Where her most critical mission lies ahead, taking down Russia's greatest and most dreaded criminal. The devil's right hand, the Grim Reaper: Trikov. A ghost that terrorizes the people who get in his way. With this mission comes a reunion. The reunion of two people, two tragedies, and one story. What happens when your first love has the same mission as you? This is the story of the Winter and the Widow, an eternal alliance and a rekindled love. Nichto ne gorit, kak zimoy. Nothing burns like the winter. WARNING: Explicit language Photos used by Phil Noto

A WinterWidow fanfic

She danced. It was her only escape from her past. Every time she rolled up onto the box of her pointe shoes, it seemed as if her troubles rolled off of her like raindrops rolling down a window. When she danced, she was free. What will happen when the two former Soviet assassins meet again? Will sparks fly? Or will they even remember each other. Disclaimer - I've never read the comics, so I just kind of make my own story up along the way. Update - I'm currently reading every Black Widow/Winter Soldier comic book I can get my hands on

Natasha Romanoff is a world-class spy and Avenger, but she's starting to doubt her place in the world. Tensions are high when she is called in to rescue a new teammate who got himself captured, and more so when he's made her partner on her next mission. An old friend from the Red Room has resurfaced and she'll need help to deal with the aftermath - if she can accept it.