The Phantom (Black Widow x Male Reader)

El Soloman

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(Y/N)'s POV:

It had been about a month since the battle of New York and I had decided to return to my former life. There were only two things which had changed now though. The first was that SHIELD and the American government was no longer chasing me down. The second was that I was now texting and calling with Natasha all the time. Obviously we didn't tell each other anything about where we were or what we were doing but we got on really well and now we were really good friends.

I sat in front of a dumpsterfire in the far south of California. I had just taken down the three biggest American Drug spreaders who gave out the drugs that the Mexicans were making and now I was going to head down there and deal with the root cause of the problem. In my hand I held two things. My burner phone that I had been using to contact Natasha and the USB with all of the data SHIELD had on me.

I needed to go deep undercover for Mexico since the man behind the Drug trade also was the man who rigged elections and practically ran the country. He would have the underground and federal resources of the entire nation hunting me down and if there was any form of edvidence then he would find it and use it to track me down.

I stood up and threw the USB into the fire and threw the burner phone into the dumpter as well. I would get a different one every week in Mexico to keep contact with Natasha.

I went over to my new Harley Davidson that Natasha had paid $200 dollars towards so far (she owed me the rest) and pulled out a small package of C4. I got onto the motorcycle and threw it at the dumpster while riding off into the sunset towards the border.

I heard a loud crack from behind me as the dumpster was turned into a crater of shrapnel and burning waste.

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Three months later:

I was lying down on my front in full battle uniform leviathan in hand looking at the drug factory in front of me. Juan Ramirez would be here today. He was he right hand man of El Soloman and if he died then the instability would allow me to kill off all of the contenders for his position and cut off at least a third of the internal drug trade.

I had sat there staring through my scope for the past five hours waiting for the scheduled check of the plantation, only moving when I had to and when I did I moved so slowly that I was invisible to the naked eye.

I heard the distant sound of a rumbling engine and adjusted the exact aim of Leviathan as well as tensing and untensing my muscles making sure they were not stiff for the amount of running that I was going to do straight afterwards. A limousine pulled up outside of the plantation and the woman I knew to be the owner of the opium plantation went to open the door. From it stepped out Juan Ramirez but I hadn't gotten a clear shot to his skull yet. He however was followed by a bald man who looked tall enough to be a bodyguard but he wasn't muscular enough to suit that job description. Something told me he was important, maybe he was one of the people lower down on the chain that I had decided was too insignificant to memorise.

A few moments later Juan stepped out into the open and I shot him dead instantly. I turned to back away as many gunshot were heard going into the trees. Unfortunately for them I was a half mile away on a nearby cliffside looking down on them so their bullets came nowhere near to me. I was about to hop on my Harely and blast away before I heard the distinct cry of. "Proteger Al Soloman! (protect El Soloman!)"

No fucking way.

Surely that bald man wasn't El Soloman. 

Damn me if I was going to waste this opportunity. I shot off on my Motorcycle down to the only road that left out of the factory and as I got closer I heard the sound of their engine running at over the supposed maximum they were easily going 100mph whizzing down the roads trying to get onto the main roads where he would be safer.