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The Black Widow
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May. 20th, 2009 @ 07:02 am
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Natalia Alainovna Romanova sat in front of a laptop computer in a small apartment in Queens, New York. It was one of many she had around the world and she never stayed in any of them more than two weeks at a time. The Black Widow couldn’t afford the luxury of staying in one place for long.
As far as Natasha knew, her identity as the Black Widow was unknown to most of the world, but it never hurt to be too paranoid. The Black Widow was wanted in too many countries to count and if her identity was discovered, she’d probably have to give up spying. She had been doing it for so long, fifty years, that by now it was the only thing she knew how to do and the only thing she wanted to do.
Her career started a long time ago in the Soviet Union, not long after the end of World War II. She didn’t remember any of it, but her training to be a spy started when she was just a kid. When she reached her twenties and after Alexi died, she formally became a spy. She was given the codename of the Black Widow and was sent into the West to spy on the capitalist pigs.
When the Soviet Union collapsed in the late eighties, the Black Widow was already a famous spy and Natasha wasn’t going to give up the life just because her masters were gone. She found a new one. Herself. Freelance worked paid better and it allowed her to be more selective when taking a job.
Her reputation grew as did her bank accounts. It wasn’t such a bad life. It kept her on her toes and kept things interesting.
A chime sounded and Natasha looked at her Inbox. There was a new email and the sender’s address looked familiar. A new job? Probably. She clicked on the email and read it.
How convenient. The job was right here in New York and she’d be able to rub elbows with the high society crowd. It was time to go to work.
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