Avengers: Black Widow Real Name Novels & Stories

“Well Sachi told me you’re no fraud, but just know I’ll want a demonstration later on” He nodded his head. “Good” and she stood up. Takashi’s eyes went wide, but he was subtle. No one seemed to notice, but Geiru was giving him a dirty look, and he could feel the anger radiating off her. But it wasn’t his fault. When the woman was just… “I’m Megumi Hirose leader of Phantom” she said rounding the table and in her hand was a gun. “What’s your name?” “Geiru”.

She was called “The Viper.” Her real name was Raven Delgado, 32, a former MMA prospect who had disappeared from the legitimate circuit two years ago. She was lean muscle and dangerous curves , 5’9” of coiled power, with olive skin covered in intricate black tattoos, a tight black sports bra that barely contained her full breasts, and black shorts that hugged her powerful thighs and firm ass. Her dark hair was braided tightly against her scalp, and her eyes burned with feral intensity. Lucas couldn’t look away.

She slowly reached for her mask with her right hand. “I am what people call the Witch of Hell, the Harbinger of Darkness but people know me by a more famous name.” The woman took off her mask and unveiled her face that was hidden. “My name is Roosevelt Scarlett, the Scarlett Witch. And your great ancestor.” The woman said once she took her mask off.

I turned around to stare directly into his eyes, which looked cryptic under the dim light. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I am not Annika Summers. I am Vivian Cunningham, your wife. Remember?" I said sarcastically before running out of the closet. I did my best to hold back my tears and not cry in front of him, but my emotional armor shattered as soon as I rushed into the room and locked myself inside. It was just a mistake, a drunken mistake. Nothing else. What did I expect? Of course, he's still in love with his little bird. Of course, he didn't want me.

By the time I was 16, I had already hacked, stolen, killed, and destroyed a few people’s lives. “This is why he nicknamed me ‘Black Widow’. I could get in, infect, and disappear without anyone knowing until it was too late.” I whisper, avoiding looking at Lia. “Granted, it wasn’t something I was entirely comfortable with, except for a few like Angelo’s father. They deserved it, but ultimately it was all just to so-called ’help’ my uncle, the boss, cover his ass due to his gambling and whatever other bullshit he was doing.” She runs her hands through her head, careful not to mess it up too much or her perfectly made-up face, heaving a heavy sigh.

“A hitman?” I asked, “What’s your codename? ‘Black Widow’?” She laughed, “That’s a terrible codename and no. It’s not Black Widow.” She grabbed the first aid kit and started going through everything. “Um, excuse me. Didn’t I say I would take care of you, Ms. Hitman?” I smirked and took the first aid kit from her and had her sit on the bed. I start applying ointment and then Reid asks, “Most hitmen have a specialty, right? What’s yours?”

Marla Cirillo might be almost 50, but she’s a true Grecian beauty and not one I will win against right now. Our eyes meet, and she smiles, walking over to me. “Sienna, my darling,” she says, placing her hands on my shoulders and kissing me on both my cheeks. “Marla, it is always a pleasure to see you,” I say, the lie slipping out easier since I’ve realised that this is what I need to do. I don’t trust this woman; who would trust any woman nicknamed Black Widow? Her three dead husbands were fools to trust her; she killed them all with her bare hands five months after marrying them and being impregnated by them to secure their territories.

she said evenly, “you’re making a mistake. Alexander was never my real protector. My backer is someone even Alexander fears. Think very carefully before you touch me.” Anita narrowed her eyes, suspicious. “What are you talking about? You’re just a designer.” Ava met her stare, unwavering. “Jessica’s fleeing abroad, isn’t she? Didn’t she call you for help? I destroyed her and took over the Morales family business. My real name is Serena Ava Morales. I was Alexander Vanderbilt’s wife. Even if he hates me now, he wouldn’t dare lay a finger on me because Cornelius Vanderbilt is behind me. That’s who I answer to.”

“Since we’re talking about this, why don’t you tell me what you’re planning to do? Let’s see if you’re worthy of suppressing me.” “Also, stop using your Black Widow nickname.” “It’d be fine if you use it to trick some outsiders, but it’d be silly of you to do it with me, wouldn’t it?” Faye snapped, “Even though you know I’m the Black Widow, you still dare to fight me?” Avel replied calmly, “You’re just a widow. You don’t have the right to be suppressed by me, nor do you have the right to support Flynn’s Antiques! You’re not worthy of the Naiswells, either!”