hello kiddos. a new fic should be up next week. here's a sneak peak:
No one really remembered the forgotten spy, the woman who had uncaringly bared her past to the public in the bid to bring down Alexander Pierce. They only remembered the court proceedings and the self-imposed exile. Steve had been redeemed in their eyes, Natasha never had the chance.
It had been a year since she came back, since Natasha gave everything to bring her back. She gazed down at the dull grey stone, the words reading 'Natalia Alianovna Romanova'. It was symbolic of course, after all, they didn't even have her corpse.