Avengers Natasha Romanoff Novels & Stories

she explains. " How are you feeling child?" an elder woman asks and I recognise her from the last meeting. " I am fine, a bit sore but alive." I say and she nods. " I guess it's already overdue that I introduce myself properly . My Name is Natasha Romanova, Wasili here is my grandson ." she says and I shake her hand. " Happy to meet you. Why are you helping us?" I ask curios.

~VALERINA~ As a child, I had always wondered why nature had been so kind to such gruesome beings—those cold-blooded creatures, who slaughtered our families and enslaved our siblings just to satisfy their hedonistic existence. But now walking behind me in a haunting silence was this golden princess, who seemed far from grisly than I had once imagined. I tried in vain to harness my straying mind, but there were still parts of me that felt wild and untamed at the thought of us being alone together. It was getting harder to ignore the ever-royally presence of the great Anastasia Romanov and her piercing golden stare that seemed to burn like a brilliant sun.

It looked like the woman who had been serving her was planning to protect her from the girl in front of them; she even stood in front of her. "And what are you going to do, you low-ranked elite?" the woman taunted. Althea could tell by just looking that this woman named Natasha was one of those who seemed like bullies in movies. She had enough training muscles, just like those who have superior abilities, but she also had that hot temper that makes it easy to distinguish her from the others. "You should know well that if the Jefe is not here, Madam is the one second highest here."

Jake, clutching a stack of flyers, stared in disbelief at the beautiful woman stepping out. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, confirming that it really was Natasha, West End's leader, the infamous Black Widow, and the underground world's dream woman. "Madam Vostokoff, w-what brings you here?" Jake stammered, trying to curry favor. Natasha removed her sunglasses and glanced at him without responding. Just then, Andrew came downstairs with Lauren and called out with a smile, "Over here!" Natasha walked over and bowed respectfully. "Mr. Lloyd!"

I follow wordlessly as Hannah checks on Sienna. Raven is short, but her deadly demeanor makes her 3 inches taller. She has the body of a warrior, broad shoulders, hips, round ass, and legs that have climbed many mountain tops in her days working with air force’s extraction team. Too bad she preferred the company of a woman. Her light green eyes are small, but get smaller when she’s worried, and the lines around her eyes are the only giveaway that she is in her late 30s. “River just called. Apparently Natasha is the one with the problem, not Sienna.”

Realizing what she said, Natasha hastily shook her head and shakingly intoned, "No, his assistant did. I have no dealings with James Earl, and he and I have never met or interacted before." When Rome didn't speak, Natasha became even more nervous, and she unintentionally bit her nail. "Did he hurt you?" Rome boldly said, looking into her wet eyes. Immediately, Natasha froze with a blank expression on her face. Then she slowly swallowed and said, "No. No, he didn't. Now, please leave." In that instant, there was a knock on the door, and then Joe's voice echoed into the room, "You guys' time is up with the girl."

Natasha's voice dropped, the words coming out clipped and precise. "Once during the refugee ambush, when a fighter came at my blind side. She pulled me clear when I couldn't see him coming. Once during the extraction at the tree line, when I couldn't use my arm. She bound my wound and kept me conscious when I was losing blood fast enough to black out." Natasha's gaze hardened. "She didn't fight. She isn't a fighter. But she was there when it mattered, doing what needed doing while others hesitated. She didn't ask for recognition. She didn't ask for anything."

Opening it, I searched for an ID and found her driver’s license. *Knock knock.* I placed her bag on the side table and walked to the door. When I opened it, I saw Gabriel standing there, his expression serious. “What’s wrong?” he asked as I stepped aside to let him in. “Who is she, Enzo?” “Well, according to her driver’s license, her name is Ava Rossi,” I said, watching him sniff the air before his back stiffened. “She is a rogue.” “Yes,” I confirmed, feeling the weight of the situation settle heavily on my shoulders.

She said. I took her hand and and smiled back at her. “I'm Natasha. Nat for sure.” She seemed nice, and bubbly which was weird for a goth girl. She gave me a drop-down of everything I had to know, the more important things that would help me stay out of trouble with the elites. I was surprised when she said she was only here for fun, unlike me who thought she could dream of a better life. I asked for notes and she let me know the devastating news.

Pundy forced Ivy to put her hands down and turned both of them to look at the full-length mirror. “Look at you! That is not Ivy. YOU are not Ivy. You are NATASHA! Okay? Natasha is beautiful, sexy, hot, and bold. Natasha doesn’t care; she doesn't give a fuck, neither does she give a damn. Natasha would rule anybody's world.” Ivy took a deep look at herself, mingled with the words that came out from Pundy. She truly wasn't Ivy anymore; this was Natasha.