I love black roses,
they're beautiful.
But no one sees them the way I do.
A black rose is something that is so beautiful,
that you forget how dark it is,
something that seems so delicate,
that you forget how much pain it can cause.
Something that seems so good,
you forget that it's evil.
I like to think of myself as a black rose,
I look one way,
but am truly another.
I am not A black rose, I am THE black rose, the unspoken member of the avengers, then again, who would want to spread news of a monster, at least that what I think of myself. Well I do, I want to spread news of this monster, and this is my story.
I only own black rose all other characters belong to marvel.
*He remembers. She doesn't*
During Natasha's training, she encounters Enchantress. Whilst on a mission to get Hawkeye back, Romanoff notices someone that she had never for seen for decades, but vaguely remembers. Enchantress. Even though she hated her for betraying her when she was young, Enchantress is the only reason she is still alive today. What could Enchantress possibly want from her? Will she be trusted? And what will happen after?
A story of lost memories, love and confusion.
All character rights go to marvel except the plot and a few minor characters.