Let the Dark Waltz Begin (for loveis4kids)
When he’d learned about the new recruit he hadn’t known what to expect. He’d heard of the Red Room, but never seen its product. The Black Widow Ops Program was like an urban legend; people had heard of these facilities, but never seen them, heard of these deadly girls, but never met them.
He hadn’t known what to expect, but he knew what he didn’t expect. He didn’t expect her to be bright-eyed and young, nor did he expect her to be the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. This could be trouble.
When Karpov brought the gorgeous redhead to him, he tried his best to look nonchalant, barely even acknowledging the woman before she was introduced. “Winter Soldier,” the other man said, “This is Natalia Romanova. Black Widow.”
Their training began the next day, and he quickly found that everything he’d hear about the Black Widow Ops Program was true. It was enough to make him question what he was possibly supposed to teach her that she hadn’t already learned. She was quick, both physically and mentally, and even if he hadn’t had knowledge of what went on in the Red Room, he still would have been able to tell she had been highly trained. But he knew better than to question his orders. There was a reason this woman was here to be trained. Perhaps the overconfidence of youth would cost her some mistakes. It was too soon after just a couple of hours for him to know what her weaknesses were, but he would learn them, and he would get rid of them.
Their first training session left him overheated, and he stripped off his shirt as he paced, waiting for his heart rate to fall. Sipping deep from a bottle of water, he sat down on the bench. “Good work, Natalia.”
He hadn’t known what to expect, but he knew what he didn’t expect. He didn’t expect her to be bright-eyed and young, nor did he expect her to be the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. This could be trouble.
When Karpov brought the gorgeous redhead to him, he tried his best to look nonchalant, barely even acknowledging the woman before she was introduced. “Winter Soldier,” the other man said, “This is Natalia Romanova. Black Widow.”
Their training began the next day, and he quickly found that everything he’d hear about the Black Widow Ops Program was true. It was enough to make him question what he was possibly supposed to teach her that she hadn’t already learned. She was quick, both physically and mentally, and even if he hadn’t had knowledge of what went on in the Red Room, he still would have been able to tell she had been highly trained. But he knew better than to question his orders. There was a reason this woman was here to be trained. Perhaps the overconfidence of youth would cost her some mistakes. It was too soon after just a couple of hours for him to know what her weaknesses were, but he would learn them, and he would get rid of them.
Their first training session left him overheated, and he stripped off his shirt as he paced, waiting for his heart rate to fall. Sipping deep from a bottle of water, he sat down on the bench. “Good work, Natalia.”