What if Natasha had a Daughter?

Chapter 2 - Mission Traitor

Alex Pov:

Machines, syringes, targets, torture, punishment, drugs, modifications, operations, brainwashing... everything part of my everyday life. I couldn't remember anything else but this. My uncle told me that this was normal. And I believed him. I was a skilled assassin with high IQ. I had no empathy or emotion. I was my uncle's favourite assassin. He even allowed me to keep the name the media gave me. Black Wolf. How they came with the name? My uncle modified my DNA with the one of a wolf. That was a project between Hydra and the red room. The modification made me become stronger than a super soldier. And I was the only survivor. My uncle was so pleased with the idea that he even built new weapons and a suit for me. I have iron claws build on the suit and a helmet that covered everything except my mouth to show off my fangs... I had special shoes and gloves so I was able to run hight speed on all four if I had to. But other than that, I still had my gun, bay bat's and widow bite bracelets, though I didn't use the widow bite bracelets anymore so I took them off of my equipment list.

I was in my cell. It was cold and dark but I was used to it. I was about to prepare for my usual ballet routine as suddenly my uncle came in, ne never cane personally except it was important. "Alex, I believe you're ready for your hardest target yet..." he said while handing me files. I opened them and flew over them... I was surprised but didn't show any change of expression. "You want me to fight the traitors?" I asked as I looked at a picture of Natasha Romanoff and Yelena Belova. I knew Yelena. We used to be partners. You could almost say we were friends. But friendship was highly forbidden, so we never got too close. But this other woman... Natasha Romanoff... something about her made me feel something... but I didn't want to admit it and brushed it off... Draykov chuckled darkly: "Exactly. These two used to be my best assassins. But unfortunately they betrayed me... and the organisation...," He paused as his voice got darker, "I believe you are more skilled then them at this point, so you're ready for this mission. Kill them. Готов к миссии (Translation: Ready for mission)." After he said that... the brainwashing activated and my eyes turned completely dead. I blacked into his full control... my only goal was to kill the target...