Chapter One: Black Mamba

Here's a brand new story that has more to do with Natasha Romanoff, everyone favorite kick ass female Avenger. I got this idea from reading all the different fanfiction's and only finding about ten with Natasha having a kid, and most of those are her's and Clint's so here's something new. I hope you enjoy this new series and leave me comments on whether or not I should continue this story. Your responses will decide the stories fate!

17 Years Prior:

Natasha Romanoff was about to be sent on a year and a half long mission that's far enough away from S.H.I.E.L.D. that she can get this over with. She hasn't told anyone, not a single soul. She could already hear Fury's response if he ever found out. "Agent Romanoff we cannot deal with this, especially not now!" No, no she didn't want to abort this baby but she knew she couldn't raise it so she make a plan of what she was going to do. She would give birth to the child and put it in a local orphanage, she'll do it anonymously, under an alias.

That is exactly what she did, as soon as she was able to leave the hospital that is the first place she went. She wore a blond wig and sapphire blue contacts and brought the baby in. She turns and just walks away, never looking back at the child she left. That wasn't the end of it. Not even a week later a man and a dirty blond haired woman enter the orphanage and adopt the child, keeping the name Natasha gave her. It wasn't the happy ending one would expect, no the child would face a world of pain, she would learn to be an assassin just like her birth mother once was.

Present Day:

"It's time..." the man says from behind the bulky computer desk that's scattered with stray papers. His voice is deep and raspy and even without seeing his face I know that he's the leader of HYDRA. "Here's the files Black Mamba, you have half and hour to review them before we send you out," he says, getting up and turning to face me, a manila folder in hand, "this, as you know, is your first mission and your success on this one will determine whether or not you are allowed on any more missions."

"Understood Sir" I respond in a firm and obedient tone. This is my only chance to have the slight thrill of freedom even if it means assassinating people. The man hands me the files and then two armed guards in black HYDRA uniforms enter the room and escort me back. The door clicks loudly behind me as I climb onto the bed, opening the file. All the documents were written in a different language, for sure not English.

It's in Russian, my first language, it makes sense seeing as I currently live in Russia. I haven't ever left this facility but I know where I live. The leader of the Red Room and confirmed by HYDRA said that I was adopted from an orphanage in the United States but whoever my birth mother was, clearly did not want me but I am not bitter or resentful about it. This base is placed in Volgograd or as it was once known, Stalingrad. I examine the document in my hand, reading over the Russian like it was written in English.

Автомобиль будет ждать вас, когда Серж сопровождает вас. Он будет в машине с вами, как вашей безопасности. Они будут принимать вас из Волгограда в Мурманск, где есть номер в отеле ждет вас. Дождитесь дальнейших направлений оттуда. (A car will be waiting for you when Serge escorts you out. He will be in the car with you as your security. They will take you from Volgograd to Murmansk where there is a hotel room waiting for you. Wait for further directions from there.)

So I simply waited for the man to arrive. Sergei, one of HYDRA's highly skilled and trusted members came to retrieve me. He took me by my forearm, black finger less gloves over them, hiding a scar that is said to be there. He pulls me through the compound at his side. Sergei was a relatively young man, in his early thirties with short blond hair and dark blue eyes that were cold and sharp, trained to see any and everything. I'm sure my eyes were similar to his in stature, I was trained for a similar purpose but I was still trained to be much more dangerous.

He and I both know that I can easily incapacitate him at any moment of my choosing but I won't. He knows that I won't. Even if I do fight back and escape this place, where would I go? I have no home, HYDRA is the closest thing I've got to one and I'll be damned if I'm gonna give it all up to play the hero. At least with these missions I'll be able to walk free as long as I am with HYDRA.

I know they aren't the good guys but even the people who claim to be good always have an ulterior motive. At least with the bad guys they are straight with you. They don't sugarcoat all the bullshit that the 'hero's' do, they tell you flat out. Sergei pulls me through sliding glass doors and that's when I see the sleek black car waiting for me. We descend a large set of stone stairs, our feet clapping against it.

Sergei pushes me inside and sits next to me, the door lock as the drive steps on the gas. In no time we are speeding down the road, on route to Murmansk. The drive is long and irritating but before I know it we approach the hotel I'm going to be residing in for the duration of this assignment. Sergei steps out from the vehicle, standing aside, allowing me to exit. As soon as I'm out he gets back in and I step into the lobby of the building.

Behind the counter a young woman about twenty with neat, tied back blonde hair is behind it. She hands a key to an elderly lady who thanks her and slowly makes her way to the elevator.

"Здравствуйте мэм, как я могу помочь вам? (Hello ma'am, how can I help you)" the woman asks me. Although the leader of HYDRA never told me the name I was supposed to use as my alias, I've heard it so much that I already know it.

"Сария Портнов Я здесь, чтобы проверить дюйм (Sariya Portnov I'm here to check in)" I reply.

The woman types the name into the computer and quickly find the name. She hand me the key and tells me to enjoy my stay and I escape, making my way through the crowds of people and pull myself inside the elevator. The elevator dings as it comes to a stop and I exit it, walking swiftly through the hallway until I reach the room I'm assigned to. The room is pitch black when I enter but after of few moments of running my hand against the bare wall, I finally find the light switch. The room fills with color.

The walls are bright lemon yellow, the borders, doors, and window sills are all white. The bed is yellow with white spirals decorating it filling the room with a nice comforting feeling. I swiftly shut the door behind me, locking all three locks and soon make my way to the windows, closing the yellow curtains. The room is almost like a studio apartment, while I stand by the bed, I can see the kitchen to my right and the bathroom door is behind me, right beside the door to the hotel room. A closet door is to my left and I open it, seeing all the clothes that I must wear to keep my cover.

Then, out of the corner of my eyes, I notice it. On the kitchen table in the center is a piece of computer paper folded approximately three times over or possibly more. I approach the kitchen and curl my fingers around the note. It too is written in Russian.

Человек, которого вы ищете, Михаил Казаков. Сначала вам нужно найти и обезвредить его. В настоящее время он работает над типа сыворотки, которая позволит пользователю вернуть мертвых .. Как только вы приобрели сыворотку, убить Михаила и сесть на поезд обратно в Волгоград. В то время как на поезде, свяжитесь со мной с помощью безвестно телефон Я предоставленную 222-444. Я пошлю Сергея получить вас на вокзале здесь. Я ожидаю услышать от вас в ближайшее время (The man you are looking for is Mikhail Kazakov. First you will need to locate and disarm him. He is currently working on a type of serum that will enable the user to bring back the dead.. As soon as you have acquired the serum, kill Mikhail and take the train back to Volgograd. While on the train, contact me using the untraceable phone I've provided 222-444. I will send Sergei to retrieve you at the train station here. I expect to hear from you soon)

I look down at the note and grin slightly. I'm about to do what I've been trained to do and I can't be more excited for once I'm going to be Sariya Portnov instead of Vanya Romanova or, in the United States, Romanoff, or the Black Mamba, and I love it.