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

BOOK TWO OF ETERNAL WINTER TRILOGY Once upon a December. Two bodies, two souls; were molded into weapons of destruction and vengeance. Reunited in the hush of the Russian winter. Their mantle shattered as a scourge clung to them like shadow. But, A shadow never leaves, even in darkness; It will always remain beside you. Even if it kills you. A new shadow has emerged from a dark void and it's hungry for the collapse of the infamous winter and the death of the eminent widow. Winter has only just commenced. WARNING: Explicit Language Photos used by Phil Noto

~ W A T T P A D F E A T U R E D ~ A Natasha Romanoff & Clint Barton origin story. ❝My name is Natalia Alianovna Romanova and I work for the KGB. But my life is something of a lie. I work for no one. I work for myself. And I always work alone. I have a very specific skill set. I have charm. I have wit. I have sex appeal. I play to the common weaknesses of men, pulling them in on an invisible thread, ensnaring them in my inescapable web and striking mercilessly like a poisonous spider. For that reason, they call me the Black Widow. I'm cunning, ruthless and utterly unstoppable. I am a one woman fighting machine. I can do more damaged unarmed than most people could do armed. ❞ ❝My name is Clinton Francis Barton and I work for S.H.I.E.L.D. I'm the deadliest agent they have on a squad of suits and scientists. I'm the masked vigilante with a bow and arrow and I never miss. I have keen eyes. I have perfect aim. I have agility. I can shoot down any adversary from any distance, and they never see me coming. They call me Hawkeye, because I have the vision of a bird of prey and I strike just as precisely. I'm strong, I'm dexterous and utterly remarkable. I'm a one man invasion. I can cause more destruction with a Palaeolithic weapon than most people can do with a gun.❞ Two nomadic souls; one American, one Russian. Completely unlike one another. Or so they think. This is a tale of prejudice, politics and passion in Budapest. #60 in Fanfiction (23/10/2015)