At the young age of 15 Natasha Romanoff, the best student in the Red Room, was impregnated. The goal, create a new breed of super soldier. They thought that by mixing a skilled assassins genes and the Winter Soldier they would get the perfect soldier. On August 10th 2001 she gave birth to a baby boy, holding him once before he was taken from her.
On August 12th a baby was given to the Winter Soldier, who automatically knew who it was. It was his child. Ultimately, the child was the reason his brain washing started to wash off. He cared for the child whenever either of them weren't being experimented on. He soon grew to love the child, and never forgot him.
By the age of thirteen The Winter Spider had over 200 kills. That was also the age his cellmate and father disappeared, leaving him alone. He knew his father would come back for him, but even with that in mind, he started to plan his escape. He spent his days dreaming of meeting his mother and being reunited with his father. He was going to escape, and he was going to take his Sokovian cell mates, who he thought of as siblings, with him.
I don't own the cover picture thingy. I found it on Instagram. Go the author its great.
Also, just gonna say this now, I don't own the characters. I'm literally poor as hell, none of the characters are mine. Marvel owns them all.
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.