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Thanks to the amazing @Shatteredphoenix0319 for this request.
Sorry that it took me so long, I just needed to organize my gallery, because I had way to many pictures and Screenshots, so I kinda forgot about it, hope you can forgive me ;)
Okay so basically that was it.
Hope that's how you wanted it to be :)
No literally.
Have fun with reading, if YOU have a request, tell me and I'll be happy to write it.
You, (y/n) (y/l/n), deadly assassin trained in the red room, were now a superhero.
Not that you would call yourself that, for you, you're still a monster with all the things you had done by now, but others would call you that.
As you finally escaped, leaving your past behind and getting onto the good side, you helped people in danger.
And you wanted to track down every evil organization and stop them.
Starting with hydra, because it was one of the most successful organizations.
You tracked down some bases and stopped whatever has been going on. After you were done with your... Mission nothing much was left over than ash and burning dead bodys.
You didn't want to kill them all, you had to. They didn't obey willingly, so you need to stop them.
Right now you were searching for information in a base. Information about projects and other members.
As you did so you killed a couple of them, not wanting hydra to know wjo you are.
Suddenly as you had your own blood mixed with the one of some agent on your knuckles, you heared noises.
You froze.
Fighting noises.
You walked up to them slowly and quiet, the hours you spend training ballet in the gym paying off.
You saw a tall, blond man with some sort of shield on his back, a big star covering his whole uniform.
Captain America.
And next to him, you didn't belive you eyes, Natasha Romanoff.
Or to you more known as Natalia Alianovra Romanova.
You two grew up together. In the redroom. In there you were good friends. Or as good as you could be, they didn't wanted anyone to be friends.
And if you were honest with yourself you had a slightly crush on her back then.
