CHRONICLE I: BREAKING BARRIERS

-CHAPTER III-

"This is a war

That can never be won

Let me go!

I'll fight forever as the heavens fall.

I'm raising hell!"

-Raising Hell by Bullet For My Valentine-

Stark Tower, New York

Natasha Romanov clad in a small black silk robe stood before a large bay window that showed the New York skyline in the early morning sun. She brought the cup of coffee to her lips and sipped at the rejuvenating liquid. She then turned her neck and back until a loud satisfying pop echoed through the quiet bedroom. A smirk then befell her full lips as memories of the previous night flashed quickly through her mind.

She turned around and smiled as she saw Tony laying on the messy bed sound asleep, articles of clothing were spread throughout the bedroom and then saw Tony's tie still tied to the headboard. She smiled softly at the slumbering man and then padded out of the bedroom.

"Good morning to you, Miss Romanov," Jarvis then chimed in.

"And to you, Jarvis," Natasha repsonded back before heading to Amara's room.

Natasha opened the door and crossed over to the bed and sank down into the covers. Her viridian eyes then scanned around the room of her goddaughter. She sighed heavily then pushed a button on the nightstand and the holographic web. She scrolled down the list of Death Eaters, and found the one she was looking for and then closed the web.

She strolled out of the room and into the private armory room. She dropped the black robe to the bench and entered the shower stall and sighed as hot water washed over her hourglass frame. She lathered up some soap and started to wash herself down. She then finished and exited the stall and stood in front of the mirror as robotic dryer whirred to life. Multiple scars marked her curvy and toned body, they were the marks of her life and her profession. Her eyes narrowed severely as she remembered the scars that marked Amara as well. Her fists clenched as her mind brought her back to where it all started so long ago.

The Past...

Natasha Alianova Romanov touched down at a private airfield outside of Washington D.C., she then exited her plane and go into her car and headed towards the city.

A couple minutes later, she arrived at the Triskelion, and went up to Director Fury's office. She entered the spartan office and immediately was alerted as she saw a very grim Fury and morose Coulson waiting for her.

An hour later, Natasha was flying a helicopter to New York. Angry and sad tears was running down her face. She landed on the helipad and then jumped into a hidden car and rocketed out of the city towards the Hamptons. She slammed the car into park and launched herself out of the car and across the lawn and started to pound of the heavy oak.

The door finally opened to reveal a haggard looking Anthony Stark, whose eyes widened as they took her in.

"Tasha, what are you doing here," the man croaked.

"I need you to take me to England right now," the redhead growled.

"Really, it's the middle of the night," Tony grumbled while leaning against the door.

"I do not care what whore is in your bed tonight Anthony, you will take me to London right now," the redhead snarled while pushing Tony back into the house.

"And why pray tell would I do that," Tony grumbled again.

"Because if you do not, I am going to cause you a great amount of pain," Natasha snarled again while advancing on Tony.

"You wouldn't hurt me," Tony rumbled.

He then let out a loud wail of pain as Natasha grabbed his wrist and twisted while flipping him over her back so he slammed into the hard floor on his back. The Widow then pounced and landed hard on Tony's chest straddling it, she flexed her muscular thighs and squeezed downwards making the man gasp for air. She then grabbed on of her hidden knives and ran it along Tony's cheek.

"You are going to take me to London, yes," Natasha commanded.

"Yeah sure, but why," Tony croaked out.

"I have someone I care about who is in trouble there," Natasha said quietly while climbing off of Tony.

"Who would that be," Tony groaned while lifting himself off of the floor.

"My goddaughter, Lily's daughter," the redhead chimed quietly while turning her back on Stark.

"Did something happen to Lily," Tony asked alarmed as he remembered the spunky Brit.

"Lily is dead, I can't say anymore," Natasha growled.

"Let's go then," Tony intoned while grabbing his keys and a jacket.

Dunsfold Airfield, England

"Tony Stark, did you just land this airplane on the Top Gear track," Natasha snarled as she took in her surroundings.

"I sure did, I'll send Clarkson a check, plus I own a hangar at the end," Tony said with a cocky smirk.

"I do not know how long I'll be, I would suggest you get a suite in London, and I will contact you when we're ready to leave," Natasha explained while getting into a BMW M3.

"Will do, good luck Tasha," Tony waved as the redhead zoomed away.

Privet Drive, Surrey, England

Viridian green eyes narrowed as they took in the sight of Arabella Figg and a boatload of cats. The eyes then traveled down the lane to her target. It was a small, decent house with an economy automobile in the front.

Natasha frowned as she saw no sign of Amara anywhere, she knew the child loved the outside and it was a lovely breezy day. She then drove to the hotel where she was staying. She went over her plans again. First she would go and tranquilize that old bat Figg, who was no doubt spying for Dumblefuck. Then she would go to the Dursleys for Amara, and if they wouldn't give her up, she would tranquilize them as well.

Later that evening, the Widow dropped over the wall and was immediately surrounded by cats. She stalked forward and drew her weapon. Figg was about to rise from her chair when a tranquilizer dart caught her in the neck and she slumped back into the chair.

The Widow smirked and then vaulted back over the wall and headed down the lane. She came to a stop in front of the door that hopefully led to her goddaughter. She was about to knock when she heard a loud whimper and then a scream of pain from inside the house. The scream was from a female child and the Widows' eyes darkened with rage as she slipped out her lockpick set and quickly unlocked the door. She slipped quietly into the house and into the shadows surrounding the front hall. She then crept down the hallway as the whimpering got louder and then another scream pierced the air. The door to the living room was cracked open and her darkened green eyes widened into anguish and horror at the scene before her.

Amara had been bent over and chained to a radiator. Her absymal sleep clothes were in tatters as red lashes of blood were smattered across her back. Older white scars were shining against the light across her back and the back of her legs.

In the center of the room stood a large slug of a man holding a knotted rope and a riveted leather belt. Behind him sitting on a couch was a smaller slug and a shriveled giraffe their faces full of glee and satisfaction.

"So whore, you refused to play doctor with my prince," the large slug roared while bringing the rope down once again.

Natasha backed away from the door and reached into her coat and pulled out a long which had cyrillic carved into it, and then pulled out her firearm and suppressor. She screwed on the supressor as Amaras' screams came forth once again.

The Widow's blood boiled as she kicked the door open and and fired three consecutive shots which struck each of the beasts before her in the kneecap of each one. A fourth round was sent and impacted the large slug in the crotch which sent the fat beast howling in pain. Then quick as lightning the blade lashed out slicing open the giraffe's neck coated everyone in a vicious spray of blood. Two more rounds imapcted each of the small slug's hands and then the blade carved open his back and a booted kick sent him sprawling into the fireplace. Bloodcurdling screams then sounded forth until another bullet blew part of his face off. The Widow then turned and her blade made a z shaped laceration which made the fat beast's guts spill over the floor as he writhed in agony.

"Aunt...Tasha..is..that..you.." the imprisoned girl croaked.

"It's me, little one. I'm here for you always," Natasha said softly while injecting a tranquilizer into her neck.

She then untied her goddaughter and carried her towards the entrance of the house while dropping a small ball of semtex. She quickly crossed the lane and into the alley where her car was hidden. She dropped Amara into the passenger seat and then quickly got into the drivers seat and took off towards the airfield. A loud explosion then sounded as flames and smoke rose above Privet Drive.

She arrived at the airport and quickly boarded the plane with Amara and then soon they were in the air. Natasha sat at the back of the plane curled up on the couch with Amara cradled in her arms fresh bandages and wraps covered her back. Tony then stepped out of the cockpit and headed towards them the dome lights then turned on and Tony's eyes widened with shock. Natasha put a finger to her lips and then leaned back and closed her eyes while clinging onto Amara.

Private Airfield, Southern California

Natasha stirred awake and winced at the bright sunlight that came in through the windows. She gently put Amara down and then walked towards the front of the plane. She headed to the hatch and looked outside to see Tony being handed keys to a van.

Natasha then turned and strecthed as she could feel the caked on blood that was spattered all over her. Tony then came back into the plane and Natasha's eyes narrowed at him.

"Why are we in California," the Widow commanded.

"Because you are going to be staying at private off the grid San Diego residence while that young girl recovers from her injuries," Tony said firmly.

"Very well, we do need a place to stay for the time being," Natasha said with a sigh.

Amara then stirred on the couch and let out a small whimper and instantly Tasha was by her side. Amara's eyes widened and a pained smile blew across her face as she threw her arms around her godmother. Natasha gently wrapped her arms around Amara and held her close.

"You're safe now Mara," Tasha said with a smile.

"What happened to them," Amara whispered.

"They're dead, and they can never hurt you again," Natasha whispered back.

"You killed them, didn't you," Amara asked.

"I did," the redhead whispered softly.

"Good, they deserved it," Amara snarled.

"Yes, they did," Natasha said quietly.

"So you are going to take care of me now," Amara wondered as hope bloomed across her chest.

"Always, my nemnogo vdova," Natasha whispered while smiling.

Amara then broke the embrace when she noticed a taller man wearing an AC/DC t-shirt only a few feet away from them.

"Who are you," Amara asked.

"Why I am Anthony Stark, but you can call me Tony, and you must be Lily's daughter," Tony said with a warm smile.

"You knew my mum," Amara asked with a smile.

"I sure did, though not very well, I had only met her a few times though you do look like her except for the hair," Tony explained while taking a seat in front of them.

"What's that on your shirt," Amara asked pointing to the man in a school uniform holding a guitar.

"WHAT! Why that is AC/DC, one of the best rock bands of all time," Tony exclaimed before letting out a large laugh.

"Nope don't know who they are," Amara said with a blank face.

"Oh, you have so much to learn, young grasshopper," Tony said with a large grin.

#007 Carter Way, San Diego, California

A few hours later, Amara had been cleaned up and sedated and put to bed. Natasha closed the door quietly and headed back down the hallway to the master bedroom. She quickly walked towards the bathroom and started the shower, she then exited the bathroom to see Tony sitting on the edge of the bed with a bottle of vodka.

"She's going to be out for quite awhile and I am pretty sure you need a drink," Tony said with a small grin.

"Very well, you stay right there while I shower and if you move towards that bathroom I am going to hurt you," Natasha huffed and then entered the bathroom and stripped off her clothes and jumped into the hot shower.

She exited the shower sometime later finally feeling refreshed, she then slipped into a pair of black running shorts and a black tanktop. She then slipped out of the bathroom and took the bottle from Tony and took a swig. She noticed how Tonys' eyes darkened as they scanned over her freshly showered body. She smirked and then took another swig before handing the bottle back to Tony.

"So Tash, what are going to do with her," Tony asked.

"Well you're going to raise her Tony, legally anyways, but I'll also be there as well," Natasha said firmly while taking a swig.

"WHAT," Tony exclaimed.

"She will be Amara Stark, not Amara Romanov, with you raising her she will have a stable home and she will be hidden from those who would seek her," Tasha explained while sitting next to the befuddled man.

"No way woman, I can't raise a kid," Tony snapped.

"Do not forget Anthony, that you owe me, I am collecting that debt right now, you will raise her and she will be easy to raise as well since she is far older than her actual age," Natasha explained while Tony's face grew stony.

"I will do it then, but considered our debt paid in full, Natasha Alianova Romanov," Tony said coldly before taking a swig.

"There is no more debt then," Tasha affirmed.

"I have one other condition, you explain everything about yourself and that young girl. I know the whole truth or I leave this house and you can raise her yourself," Tony explained while staring into vibrant green eyes.

"And exactly what do you mean by the whole truth, Stark," Natasha asked sharply.

"Your whole story, and I mean everything. Also the whole story behind that little girl," Tony said firmly before handing the bottle back over.

"You have no idea what you are asking of me," Natasha said quickly while rising from the bed.

"Actually I do, and I will never tell another soul for as long as I may live," Tony explained.

"Your picture of me would be much different if you knew," Natasha said quietly keeping her back turned.

"Tasha, you know that isn't true, you don't think I don't already know that you have a dark past and that you're a killer, but if I'm to raise a kid with you I need to completely trust you," Tony explained calmly.

"Fine, but you better get comfortable for this will be a very long tale," Natasha said while leaning back against the wall.

A few hours later, the bedroom was completely silent as the rooms' occupants did not speak or move. The silence was then broken.

"I will protect her with my life, and thank you for trusting me with everything," Tony said firmly while standing from the bed.

"I'm surprised you didn't run out that door by now," Tasha said with an eyebrow arched.

"I told you, Natasha, that the truth wouldn't change anything," Tony explained.

"Even though I'm a killer," Tasha said quietly.

"Well they call me the Merchant of Death, and plus that was in your past Natasha," Tony said while heading towards the door.

"Where are you going," Tasha said while propelling herself off the wall.

"To my office so I can look over some stuff and to let you sleep," Tony explained halfway through the door.

"Really and her I thought that you were trying to lure me into bed with that bottle of vodka," Natasha said smoothly.

"We have done that tango before Tasha, and while I do desire you and want you, I won't allow myself to lose your trust again. I lost it once, I don't plan on doing it again," Tony said in hollow tone before exiting the bedroom leaving a stunned and silent Tasha.

Armory, Stark Tower, New York

After getting suited up Natasha then headed over to the main weapons locker and entered in a code. The locker then whirred open and a deadly arsenal lay before her. Her green eyes scanned until she finally found what she was looking for. Her quickly shot out and picked a urban camoflagued Remington MSR loaded with a ten round magazine of .338 Lapua magnums.

She loaded the rifle into her case and then slipped on her shoulder hoslter and slipped in each of her personalized Heckler & Koch .40 caliber USP compacts and extra clips.

The Widow then picked up the handle to the case and walked into the now open elevator. She stepped inside and traveled to the roof.

She quickly walked over to a dome and went inside, under the dome was one of Tony's covert inventions that was kept even from S.H.I.E.L.D.. It was a small chopper that resembled a Commanche attack chopper but had built in stealth technology that made it impossible to detect. She loaded the case in the storage bay and then jumped into the cockpit. With her voice command entered the chopper came to life and immediately a light blue glow filled the cockpit which came from the small Arc reactor powering it.

The Widow then took off as soon as Jarvis notified her that everything was in order. Once off the ground the stealth mode commenced and the chopper blinked from existence. The chopper slipped fluidly through the skies of busy and crowded New York City. The chopper then came to land on a small roof. The Widow leaped from the cockpit and pulled her hood up activating the stealth mode. She went to the storage bay and pulled out her sniper rifle.

Unknown Rooftop, New York City

She jumped to the roof next to hers and crept until she was in position. She set up the rifle and stared through the scope until finally the crosshairs landed on her intended target in the building across the street. The Widow then activated her wrist bracelet and a small spider shaped projectile launched itself across the busy instersection and landed on the window next to her target. She then activated her comms and lined her target back up.

"Lord Malfoy has ordered us to remain low, for the coming of the Dark Lord is coming soon," a high male breathy voice explained.

"Everything is in motion ever since that Potter bitch revealed herself at Hogwarts," a low female voice responded.

"Did I fucking tell you to stop, get back on your knees bitch and finish me off," the male's voice said angrily.

The Widow's sniper rifle then fired off two rapidly consecutive shots. The first one pierced the window and struck the woman in the head while she was mid-bob. The second bullet impacted the man in the side of the head blowing his brains across the hotel room. The small spiderlike microphone then disappeared in a whisper of smoke.

The Widow quickly policed her brass and rifle and then fired a automatic zip line to the opposite roof. She quickly zipped across and packed rifle away and jumped into the chopper. She was in mid-air when she started to the sirens belonging to the police. The chopper then whipped its way back through the city and landed back inside of it's dome.

Stark Tower, New York

Natasha descended the elevator back into the armory and unloaded her gear. After she up her gear, she then paced back to her goddaughters room. She entered quickly and activated the holographic web and pressed a few buttons as two more bloody x's went through Death Eaters' names. She smiled grimly to herself and then walked back out deactivating the web, and headed back to her bedroom.

She entered the quiet room and a smile appeared on her face as she Tony lying where she had left him. She chuckled and then slipped into the bathroom and slid into the hot shower. She sighed as the soothing hot water doused her tense body.

She was about to grab the soap until two muscular arms wrapped around her and pulled her backwards into a warm body. Her upper back felt the always cool touch of the arc reactor while an erect cock poked into her curved backside. Tasha purred and then settled herself back into Tony's embrace.

"I take it the mission went well," a voice rumbled while warm lips traveled down the column of her neck.

"Mmm, in fact it did, went off without a hitch," the redhead purred while her nipples hardened.

"So everyhthing is set for Amara's mission then," the warm voice whispered while slightly calloused fingers slid down her belly.

"...Yesss...alll...goood...too...gooo," Natasha tried to explain while masterful fingers manipulated her clit.

"Mmm fuck your so tight Tasha," Tony whispered gravelly while two of his fingers thrusted in and out of the redhead.

"uhh...Tony," the redhead moaned as her hands came up up to fondle her breasts and roll her hard nipples.

The redhead let out a loud moan as Tony's teeth sunk into her neck near the shoulder. She growled loudly as two fingers picnched her clit and she tightened around the two fingers now pounding in and out of her. She then ripped Tony's hand away and spun around pouncing onto Tony while wrapping her legs around his hips, strong and exquisite legs holding her in place. Her lips attacked his ferociously as Tony's cock lined up and then slammed into her filling her quickly and fully. Her head fell back as her hips started to rock up and down. Shen then impacted the shower wall while the hard, fast thrusts bounced her body up and down. Her legs squeezed tighter and thighs started to spasm as her darkened green eyes dialate with pleasure and bliss. A loud scream echoes throughout the she shower room before the redhead slumps down into the man holding onto her.

A while later, two naked and sweaty bodies lay together on the massive bed curled into each other. Tony drags his fingers down the redhead's silky smooth back except for a the random scar here and there.

"So do you know when Amara is going in for her prey," Tony asked softly.

"On her first Hogsmeade weekend, her new residence has been set up not far from Hogsmeade so it will be easy to hold a prisoner there, for it will be out of the range of Ministry's dementors," Tasha explained.

"Do you think she has run into that Nymphadora yet," Tony whispered.

"No, she probably hasn't and she won't seek out Nymmy either, for it would endanger her," Tasha said firmly.

"Yeah that makes sense, so who is Amara going after again," Tony asked while watching his fingers run up down the woman's back.

"She's going after Bellatrix LeStrange, since Sirius Black has already escaped from Azkaban," the redhead responded while laying her head on Tony's chest.

A/N: Thank you for Reviews and Suggestions. Evidently alot of people want to see femTHOR with Amara/Tonks. This may indeed happen later on depending on how the new female Thor in the comics does. Lady Sif on the other will be one of the major pairings with Amara/Tonks.

Next chapter, Black infiltrates Hogwarts, Amara goes to capture Bellatrix and has a collision with her past.

May the Stars Watch Over You,

From Order Into Chaos