Shattered - for ayeayecap

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She knew there was more to what Leo had told her, so much more to the far too convenient story he'd fed her. She was undercover so long, so damn long that sometimes the time at SHIELD seemed like it was the truth. It wasn't. It couldn't have been. She was a spy, and a mission of that depth was something she'd been trained for since she was a child

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[ayeayecap]

Whoever did this was good. Damn good. They had to have received similar training to his own.

By the time he got their, little was left but cinder and charred corpses. Whoever had done this had made sure not to leave anything behind.

The man he'd been working for was dead, and his protocol in the case of such a thing happening was to track down and kill whoever had done it. It wouldn't be easy; they hadn't left much for him to work with. But it could be done. He'd just need some help.

Getting that help proved to be more of a problem than anticipated when he got there and his contact was gone. In his place was a striking red-haired woman. She looked familiar to him, but he couldn't remember her name. "You." That symbol on her belt...Black Widow. That was it. "You did this." He raised his gun, aiming it at her, but not firing.

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She's been doing this along time, and the undercover mission with SHIELD didn't make her forget how to be a ruthless killing machine. She did learn from the best after all. Leave nothing anyone can find, or your job is that much harder to accomplish. It was common sense really.

After stopping a moment to find keys to a vehicle she heard a sound. Not much of a sound, but enough to make her on edge. Then there was the voice. So familiar yet...strange. Not what she remembered what had truly happened between them, only what she was meant to believe.

"Of course I did." Natasha raises her hands as she turns to face him, her expression eerily calm. "He wanted to..."She stops, blinking once, as though searching for the reason she killed the man she was working so closely with so suddenly and burned his hideout to the ground. She doesn't know, but she does know one thing. "I work for no man, and I have no loyalties to anyone, so do not expect mercy because of our 'history'." Even if he's the one with the gun pointed at her.

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"Likewise," he responded with a nod. There was mutual respect, even if they were about to try to kill each other. He knew she was good. Bits and pieces of memories of her remained; they hadn't tried to cut out all memories of her this time. He remembered the efficiency with which she fought and killed and knew she'd use those skills against him in a heartbeat. He didn't remember that just a short time ago, neither of them worked for the Russians, and it was the closest he'd been to true happiness in decades. In his mind, he had never stopped working for the Russians

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Try? She has every intent to kill him where he stands. Natasha's arms stay raised as she slowly walked closer to him, her focus on his gun, her training enough that she knew to keep her focus on him. He'd kill her in a second, she was sure of that, and what she was even more sure of is that he could do it. She was one of the best, but he was the best. This wouldn't be a simple task but nothing she did ever was. That's why she was who she was.

There's another step forward, almost casual, with the fluid grace and effortless flow she mastered ages go. The closer she gets, the more her memories, her heart begins to betray her. There's something there, something she can't identify, like a vice squeezing around her chest just enough to make breathing air feel like inhaling ice. "You wish to stop me." Natasha moved another step closer. "But I can't allow that. I need..." Another flinch, as though she's not sure what she needs.

Answers. Information. That's what she needs and he's standing in the way. There's only one thing to do about that.