Bad Bitch ⋙ N.Romanoff

i n t r o d u c t i o n

BAD BITCH
❝these were the women who knitted pain into glory❞

00. Svetlana Smirnov

They'd had it all.
Or, at least, that's what Svetlana would claim.
Natasha had always been the observant one, the wise one, the one less likely to kill without being provoked.
Svetlana had been the emotional one, the blood thirsty one, the one who would rip a man's throat out with her bare teeth just because she felt like doing so.
They'd been a perfect equilibrium.
And, in some way, Natasha was sure that if circumstances had been different, she would have stayed alongside Svetlana until the bitter end - just as they had promised each other, over a bottle of whiskey, one night as they'd been tasked to assassinate the six year old daughter of the, then, French Ambassador.
Svetlana had been the one to pull the trigger.
She usually was.
But the circumstances weren't different, something that Natasha had to remind herself, and they hadn't had it all.
They'd had nothing.
They'd just been scared little girls taking the role of women far too soon. Raised, together, to be nothing more than killers. Raised, together, to be robotic enough to take orders as though they were oxygen. Raised, together, to endure the constant whips and bruises.
Raised together.
Perhaps not since they had been children but they'd both grown enough together for it to count.
Perhaps that's why Natasha couldn't bring herself to kill her.
Perhaps that's why Svetlana couldn't bring herself to kill Natasha either.
So here they are at a stand still. Neither wanting to be the one to pull the trigger first. Neither wanting to be the one to clutch the others cold corpse, to be the one to mourn, to be the one to wake up with regret glued to them every morning. Neither wanted to kill the other, despite their agency ordering them to do so, and neither know exactly who to listen to anymore.
They could listen to instinct.
Or to their respective agency.
S.H.I.E.L.D. want Svetlana. The KGB want Natasha.
Neither are willing to give themselves up so, in the blissful tragedy of their orchestra, they choose to live in reminiscent of the memories that they hold dear because, at the end of this mission,
memories may be all they have left of the stranger in front of them.

GAL GADOT AS SVETLANA SMIRNOV
❝Weapons don't feel, Natalia.❞

SCARLETT JOHANSON AS NATASHA ROMANOFF
❝Good thing I don't feel anything then.❞

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[author's note 27/06/2023]
hello! it feels completely bizarre coming back to wattpad to read over my old work, i'm now a devoted ao3 user, but i just want to emphasise that i wrote this when i was fifteen and full of teenage angst. this book has incredibly dark and mature themes, including non-consensual sexual relations and graphic descriptions of violence, so please put your mental well-being first before reading. on another note, being fifteen whilst writing this also means it's (to put it frankly) trash; there's so many errors and inconsistencies and the writing is... well, not the best. i apologise for that but doubt i'll ever go back and edit it, or change this story in any way, as i'm now a whole twenty year old, and this book is sort of a screenshot into my adolescent brain which i find beyond interesting. either way, enjoy this silly story but just don't take it too seriously! i'll probably leave a few comments as i reread with my cringe and reactions :) xx