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Natasha met Fury's eyes, and she knew that even though she had Harper and Clint, they were only backup. She needed to be the driving force behind this mission. The only question was one that she refused to acknowledge-would she be able to? She gave the director of SHIELD a small nod; she had said earlier she wouldn't let him down, and the words did not need to be spoken a second time. She addressed Clint and Harper. "Since we'll be leaving early and you both recently arrived from other assignments, I want you to get some good rest before tomorrow morning." She could trust them to gather their weapons and decide what was needed, she thought. She wasn't leading two new agents into something (though she had before). Dawson and Barton did not need a babysitter, nor was it in her job description. She knew she should follow her own orders and rest, but she knew she'd be unable to sleep. So Natasha planned to go down to one of the training rooms, beat up on a punching bag until she had to leave, and then go. She'd sleep on the plane, or something. Maybe.

"If you remember how I was," Natasha added, looking at Clint, "he's probably worse." And it was her fault. She had believed he was dead, she had let the KGB recruit him, do whatever they wanted... Her fault, her problem, and now she had to fix it. She didn't want to open the file, didn't want to read about what she already knew, but it would look weird if she didn't. She mentally prepared for a moment, still careful not to show anything on her face, though she was sure Clint and Harper knew something was up. That didn't mean she was going to tell them what it was. She read through the file quickly, noting that she knew all of it, either from memory of what fury had told her. Details were changed and fabricated, keeping her history out of it. Good. "I'm going to need a photostatic veil." Natasha said, her voice still slightly robotic. Also called nano masks, they were technology that disguised a person's face and voice. "There's a chance that the target may recognize me." The target. Not Alexi. She had to believe that Alexi was dead, that this person was not him. She had to keep it impersonal. "This is going to be dangerous, we're going to have no contact from SHIELD." She was speaking to Clint and Harper now, both of whom deserved to know what they were getting into, deserved a chance to back out. She didn't want either of them hurt or dead because of this...because of her.

((Done on my phone so I have no idea how long this is, hopefully it's ok))

((Nice, Denver :p))

They're actually my fave type of music right now

It was so awesome
I'm debating buying like all the movie scores rn though it renewed my obsession

Pretty good, I saw Star Wars yesterday and I'm on winter break so :)

Le sigh
Anyways, how are you doing?

It's just like tumblr
So many other things to fix
But they just go with aesthetics and make it look weird or worse

the new font is like sucking my motivation I don't want to work on charries cuz it's uglyyyy

((Does anyone know when Jess is going to be able to post?))

((yassss))

((just popping back in here to let you guys know that Natasha's texted these two telling them to go to Briefing Room One))

Natasha nodded, already forming a plan and multiple contingencies in her head. She couldn't go back to the red room, she'd have Clint shoot her first. And yes, she was bringing Clint, because if things got personal, she needed someone she could trust. Her gut told her, however, that this mission was bigger than a two-person one. She pulled out her phone to text Harper and Clint, the two agents within SHIELD that were closest to her. "I'd prefer if no one else knew my prior relationship with the target." She said, staring rather intently at a glass of water. Her mind was still set on Alexi, and she felt closer to breaking down into tears than she had in years. But she didn't want the director thinking she had lied about her feelings in relation to the mission, so she looked up, and added, "I don't want their pity."

Natasha closed her eyes briefly. She would be going undercover. She had met Alexi undercover, fallen in love with him undercover...Fury knew all this, and she knew it wasn't the case, but it felt like this mission had been engineered to be as hard as possible. She spoke almost without thinking, answering the question in almost a robotic way. She was still in control of her emotions. She had to be. "I'm up for it. Have I ever let you down before?" She would rationalize it until she didn't care any more, until there was no possibility of emotions apart from logic. The Alexi now, he wouldn't be her Alexi. He would be different, colder, crueller. But she knew all of this because she had come back from it, and if she could join the right side, so could he...No, he couldn't. She would not give herself hope, not give herself the possibility of being let down. She had survived, even thrived, for this long without her ex-husband, and she would continue to do so.

Natasha was suddenly extremely glad that she had sat down, she had the sickening feeling, that, if she had been standing, her knees may have given out. She blinked a couple of times, forcing her wild emotions down, and focusing only on logic. The first bit of rational thought that came through her mind? It wasn't possible. She had seen the footage of the plane her husband had been in, seen how it had gone. The body had been unrecognizable, that's how bad it had been. She started to say so, but cut herself off sentence, so what she said was: "That's not possi-". Of course it was possible. The body had been unrecognizable. And, in her world, that meant that there was no guarantee it was the right body. It was just the red room's twisted style, and it had worked. Natasha forced herself to control her breathing, forced herself not to acknowledge the tiny bit of hope rising in her chest. He had been with the Red Room for ten years now, if this was true. SHIELD would not have told her this so she could have a happy reunion. Before speaking, she took a sip of the water that had been set down in front of her, and hoped her voice didn't break. "I'm guessing you don't want him alive for much longer."

Having quickly changed into her S.H.I.E.L.D.-issue uniform, Natasha walked into the briefing room looking ready for a fight. The room looked the same as ever, but there was one key difference: the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. was pacing. Which was rare, incredibly rare, especially around her. She had shown time and time again that she could get missions done with speed and efficiency. So for him to be nervous, or even just displaying nervous behavior before a briefing on a mission involving her? It had to be bad. Or unrelated, but that was unlikely. Fury was a professional, and in their line of work, that mean controlling emotions to be effective and concentrated--although few took it as far as Natasha. Not commenting on his unusual behavior, Natasha took a seat at the table and waited for the director to begin.

Just then--just after Natasha had been talking about wanting to have a mission, her phone buzzed with a message from Fury, asking her to go down to one of the briefing rooms. "Looks like I got something. I'll see you both later." That was all she said before making her exit, deciding to stop by her room to quickly change before going to the briefing room. She never knew how quickly Fury would want her out and on the mission, so it was better to go into the debriefing prepared to leave at any second, she had learned. It was also good to not keep the director waiting, so Natasha didn't linger for final goodbyes, instead just walked out at a quick pace.

Ok :)

I was thinking we could do something similar to the winter soldier, where he hates her because of all the stuff the red room has put him through, but eventually (somehow?) starts remembering what actually happened and then it can be super cute and they can be in love again and Natasha can be happy for the first time in FOREVER

There isn't a specific form to fill out here, so please prepare for my endless rambling.

Anyways, I was hoping to move forward with our Natasha/Alexi plotline, and so, to kick it off, there's that whole deal where she's supposed to go assassinate him without knowing that it's him she's killing.

So, I present to you, the proposed team for the Assassination of the Red Guardian:
Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow
Clinton Barton/ Hawkeye
Harper Dawson/ Black Cat