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[widow-writer]

Soo... I had been working on a longer story. But I got bored of my storyline where it is and decided to timeskip and post the one shots to Tumblr. But before I can post any of them I have to establish each of the added characters.

Order of information

Name/ age/ parent/ short description

Vera/15/Natasha/ younger and slightly less traumatized version of Natasha. Same features and body shape. Very direct and willing to take charge as needed. Is best friends with Cam

Jamie/ 12/ Yelena/Tan girl with brown hair. Twin to Lilith, and best friend to her sister. Very mature for her age and extremely kind hearted.

Lilith/12/ Yelena/ tan girl with blonde hair, twin to Jamie. She is Jamie's protector. As kindhearted as Jamie is she doesn't see the evil in this world. Lily protects Jamie from said evil and makes sure her baby sister (by 4 minutes) is safe

Maysie/ 7 /pepper/young girl with strawberry blonde hair. Loveable and smart. She loves making time to do things with each member of her giant family. She prefers to do things with Vera because Vera loves her to death. But also enjoys fun with the whole gang when she can.

Elena/ 5/Natasha/ product of Natasha qnd Clint's two year wedding anniversary. Adorable little redhead who loves archery and has grown up loving her big sissy. She looks up to vera as a role model and vera makes extra time for her so she can fulfill her big sister duties.

Luna/ 3/ pepper/ adopted by Pepper as an infant with her sister amber. Both girls had been surrendered to foster care and pepper took them in and adopted them on their first birthday. Tan girl with white blonde hair and blue eyes.

Amber/ 3 /pepper/ adopted by Pepper as an infant with her sister luna. Both girls had been surrendered to foster care and pepper took them in and adopted them on their first birthday. Tan girl with dark red almost brown hair and blue eyes.

Savannah/ 2 months/ Yelena/ recently adopted by Yelena. Had been taken out of a car accident, her mother died, father is nowhere to be seen and all other family refused to take her. Happy baby hardly ever cries.

[widow-writer]

There's something about the fire within her...

Tw: sexual assault, talks and implications of past abuse, details of murder to men who needed to die.

Fire in her eyes

Natasha has seen the worst of the worst. Her work not only as a spy, but as an avenger allowed her to see the real tragedies that terrible people caused. She had also been trained by the red room, an establishment set to train the strongest young girls to kill and to kill the weaker girls and assess their weaknesses to improve.

She hadn't disregarded the red room but she knew the moment it crashed down that she was going to be the savior for so many young widows who were killing under the control of a person who was now dead. She knew she would likely get attached to some of them but what she had yet to learn could potentially hurt her worse than any injury.

It was nearly a month after she had finally eliminated the red room that she met her first widows. They were around the ages of 10 and 13. One girl was tall with dark red hair braided tightly. The other was shorter and had a blonde bob that was very wavy.

It was a fight getting them exposed to the gas, but when they were freed it was even harder for these girls to trust Natasha.

"it's ok. I promise I'm here to help you." Natasha whispered kneeling. Allowing herself to get on their level.

Both girls allowed the elder woman to lift them up and carry them. One on either hip, they were so severely underweight that it was easier than it should have been.

Upon the arrival of these widows to the stark facilities Natasha led them in holding their hands that were covered in dirt and mud. Immediately she showed them where the bathroom was and allowed them to go take a bath while she finished their bedroom. The last touch was simply making their beds. Everything else was done.

Once both girls had taken a shower, she sat with them and detangled their hair while watching a movie. When Natasha braided the redhead's hair back up, the redhead spoke for the first time since she had been found

"can you do something different please? I don't like my hair like this," she said she sounded so timid and scared of Natasha as if she'd hurt her

"Of course my darling," Natasha said gently undoing the braid and beginning to work on doing a secure Celtic hairstyle she had learned. It was three smaller braids tied back into a ponytail with the rest of her loose hair.

"thank you," the girl said.

"anytime, can you tell me your name?" Natasha asked

"I don't know. I was always referred to as my number 62339" she said

"me too, I was 2723" the blonde said, less timid but still extremely quiet and fearful.

"well how would you like to choose your names? I can choose if you'd prefer but I think you should choose." Natasha told

"I've always liked the name Avery," the blonde said.

"is that what you want to be called? Avery," Natasha said watching the blonde nod seeming to come out a little more confident. Maybe she hadn't had as bad a treatment as her redhead friend or she was just less impacted.

"what about you dear? You look like a Maddy to me." Natasha suggested trying to give her ideas.

"No!" The redhead squeaked, "not that. I like misty" she said.

"ok misty. But Why did you react so quickly to Maddy" natasha asked curious as to the odd reaction.

"that's what he called me." Misty said.

"who dear?" Natasha asked now concerned for her girls wellbeing.

(TW: please read triggers and read at your own risk)

"t-the men. They were in the red room. When I was there they would pull me out of training sessions to go alone to an empty room or closet and they would touch me in places. Places I didn't want to be touched." Misty explained trying to keep her voice level and will her tears away.

Natasha was silent. She was shocked that there were monsters who would do this to a little girl.

"did you also get pulled out Avery?" Natasha asked

"yeah. If I wasn't fast enough at picking up the techniques I would get pulled out and a guard would take a cane, belt, wooden spoon, and paddle and beat me with it. Thirty licks of each, the spoon and paddle stayed on softer, more meaty parts like my legs. The cane would be my legs and back, and the belt would be anywhere he felt like hitting. My legs, my back, my sides and stomach." Avery said.

Natasha knew there were still men who survived the red rooms downfall. She would find them, and kill them. She now had two young lives to care for and she was going to give those men what they deserved for hurting her girls.

"Don't worry girls, they will never hurt you again." Natasha told, "For now, I'm going to set up some cots for you two to get some rest. I have to go talk to my friends and other avengers for a little. Well be in the kitchen, which is just down the hall."

Natasha set up the cots with a fluffy pillow and a cozy blanket on each. Both girls got cozy and Natasha left them be.

When Clint saw Natasha emerge from her bedroom and come out he saw a fire in her eyes. A fire unlike any other, it was fury. A sheer need to hurt the people who hurt the ones she loves.

"Spider, what's going on? Clint asked concerned.

"I freed two orphaned girls today. I decided against sending them to a shelter or putting them in the foster care system, so I am going to care for them. They're both around 10-12 I'm not sure just yet. But there are men alive that abused those girls. And I need to find them, kill them, and burn them." Natasha told

"Ok. I will put that on the mission list for this coming week, but you need to stay here for a couple days to get these girls adjusted to being here before you leave to serve justice." Clint told "I know how you are, but trust me on this one, those firls need yoy most right now. They're in a new place with people they've never met being treated far better than what they're used to."

"I know Clint. I had planned to stay. I'm going to clean up the spare bedroom for them and get them all set up before I leave." Natasha tells

That night Natasha was gone. Both of her girls slept soundly, assured they were safe.

The fire in Natasha burned far brighter than any other fury. She was determined that both men would die before sunrise. And she would be back at the tower by daylight. Upon Avery and Misty retelling their traumas, Natasha immediately knew who was behind them.

A man named Adam shoskovich and another named Alexander shoskavani. Both men were supposedly laying low in a hotel complex in the states. Little did Natasha know that five minutes of research and about an hour of scanning through security footage from across the city would result in her finding out these two men were in the hotel complex down the street from her favorite bakery a block away from the tower. It seems she could pissibly be done with this before 3 am.

She rigged a sniper atop a building that overlooked the hotel. She had long since cut the cameras so no footage would be caught of her commiting the murders. She was in all black and had even opted to cover her face with a mask that also hid part of her hair. she had gone blonde but had since grown it out and this mask hid the blonde which right now was an extremely identifying feature to Natashas profile.

She looked through the scope and aimed at her first target. It seemed to her luck both were in the same hotel room and there were no other people in the room with them. They were sitting ducks.

One moment later and Alex was dead. Another and Adam followed. She looked through the scope and assured herself that both shots hit right in the middle of the forehead and went through to the back of the skull.

She disappeared and in the shadows changed into a white shirt and green leggings. She removed the mask and to make her look sleepy tossed her hair to create the illusion of having laid on it.

She entered a local ice cream store that stayed open at night and got herself a scoop of peanut butter swirl ice cream. She left and walked back to stark tower just before 3 am. She sat in the dim living room and ate her ice cream and fell asleep after she set the empty paper cup down. Now they were safe.

When Natasha arose the next morning she was greeted with the smiles of her girls. Misty and Avery were safe now, Natasha could rest and enjoy her girls.

Clint saw how soft and easy Natasha's body language was. Definitely not a sign of murder. But Natasha was different. She was tense when Clint finally went to bed, if she had followed his plan to make a course of action shed still be tense. But she's relaxed and calm. She had to have done something.

"you killed them didn't you?" Clint asked after Natasha had shooed the girls off to get their shoes for a little shopping trip.

"I did, they deserved it though. They hurt my babies," Natasha argued.

"nobody saw?" Clint asked

"not a soul. I'm a Russian spy dear, we can do anything without being see or caught." Natasha grinned

"of course you can," Clint sighed

Hope you enjoy ❤️

[widow-writer]

Angsty incoming

I'm feeling very I don't even know how to describe it. I'm full of rage and sorrow and feel like putting these feels to use.

So with that development, an angsty story titled Fire in her eyes coming soon. Featuring a very traumatized Natasha Romanoff

[widow-writer]

Just Don't

When Natashas on her period and training alone don't try.

Canon divergent

It's a bright morning in stark tower, a morning that should be quiet and not interrupted by noise. But this was not a normal morning, it was the morning of the 13th.

Some may ask why the 13th is such a special date, but Clint knows very well what the 13th is. Every month like some kind of clockwork, Natasha starts her period on the 13th. And every time she train all da by herself because she's pissed off at everything and everyone for no reason other than her own uterus trying to murder her. Clint being Natashas best friend for almost a decade knows just what to do to handle his spider when she's got venom in her veins.

Clint usually slept in till 10 am when Natasha was like this, not only was he catching up on lost sleep from raising his kids with Laura when he got to go home, but he was giving his fiery redhead some time to burn off some of the anger before he got up and came to her rescue.

But sometimes being lazy was to someone's detriment because none of the other men knew that Natasha was on her period or that she even had one at all, they were all under the persuasion that she had graduated the red room and had a hysterectomy as the result. This was what they were told and Natasha never corrected them because it kept them from asking about her period just for being a little extra moody. They just assumed she was moody and went on with their lives. But this morning a certain tin man made his grave mistake.

With the sounds of gunshots Tony rose frustrated, it was barely 9 am and yet Natasha was at her training. He pulled on some pants and rolled out of bed going to ask the widow what her reason was for training before the whole tower had arisen.

Natasha set the smoking gums down when she hears Tony enter the range.

"Leave now Tony, I'm in no mood," Natasha said keeping her head firmly tilted down.

"why should I? Hmm I own this tower and can do as I please" tony said in his usual snark with a little extra due to how long he's been awake and the extreme lack of his morning coffee.

"I'm not in the mood for company, now go" Natasha growled reloading the magazine in one of her guns.

"why not?" Tony asked

"because I want to beat the shit out of everyone and I don't know why," Natasha said with an anger in her tone.

Tony looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"who lit the fire under your ass this morning?" Tony asked

"currently you if you don't leave," Natasha growled again. Aiming her gun and firing two shots with startling accuracy.

Tony peered at the target and saw her accuracy and paled.

"I suggest leaving if you don't want to turn into target practice tin man," the spy said in an unsettlingly calm tone.

Tony backed out keeping an insanely close eye on her gun.

Clint was pouring a cup of coffee when Tony emerged from the elevator.

"Your bestie is scary," Tony said sitting with his coffee and flinching lightly when he heard gunshots again.

"she training?" Clint asked noting what day it was today.

"go see for yourself legolas" Tony said

Clint did as Tony suggested and went to the range.

"Widow. Love. It's Hawkeye," Clint announced entering the range. He always called her love when she was like this, it usually softened her kill drive.

"hey Clint," Natasha sighed letting herself be dragged into a hug by the slightly shorter man.

"is it that time again?" He asked.

"yeah, Tony came in and pissed me off. I'm almost out of tampons, and I feel like murdering people" Natasha told with a sigh

"it'll be ok spider, go lock yourself in your room with some cheesy Russian movies I'll be back in an hour with everything you need." Clint said hoping a murder mission and a box of tampons and bar of chocolate would lighten her mood.

Clint left for the store and went to his favorite department store with a hunting section. He grabbed tampons, chocolate, and enough ammunition for Natashas gun for the next month (or next two weeks depending on how murdery she's feeling). He also grabbed some powder for Natashas latex suits after they get cleaned later today. The cashier looked at him questioningly in the checkout lane because he had such an obscure collection of items.

"I have an assassin girlfriend, she's on her period and she was out of ammo and wanted to head to the gun range later," the cashier looked away quickly and rung up Clint's items.

After he returned to the tower he went to nick fury to get Natasha a mission that would satisfy her murdery tendencies.

"here you go Barton, she'll have to find and kill this man without anyone noticing her, or getting a good look at her face. Tony developed a mask that'll cover her mouth and nose, her eyes will be uncovered and her hair will be out but trying to identify her on those alone. Almost impossible unless you’re a Russian level spy." Nick told

Clint said his thanks and returned to his spider.

“Natka, I have a mission for you to complete. And I brought you everything you need.” Clint said as he entered the room to find Natasha throwing her daggers at the dartboard on her wall.

“Thanks Clint." Natasha said exiting as she read the mission file.

When she left the tower she was in her all black leather suit with not only her close range gun but her sniper as well. Tony had given her the mask he had developed no questions asked. It was a face covering that gave the user room to breathe comfortably and filtered CO2 out of the mask efficiently. It's exterior was a matte black with a red hourglass on the sides. The hourglass was hardly larger than a dime so it didn't make her a sitting duck for being too obviously out of place.

While Natasha went full on ninja, Clint stayed at their home and made her bed. He also made her a silly care basket with a heating pad, candy, tampons and a handwritten coupon for a free back massage any day of her period for the next year. Goofy but meaningful.

Clint left her some cozy pajamas out for when she returns and got started on her favorite period meal: grilled chicken Alfredo with potato puffs and seared vegetables.

Hopefully that'd lighten her mood

Hope you enjoy ❤️

[widow-writer]

Hi there Tumblr. I'm your local black widow fanfiction writer. I don't write exclusively black widow but she's my favorite. I love marvel and all things avengers, if you have ideas for me throw them into my asks and I'll answer them in a timely manner. Hope you enjoy the content for this page.

-Kay