RE// MCU - Black Widow: Nemesis
> Please enjoy an excerpt of my Wattpad FanFic. This excerpt comes from Chapter 3 when Jill Valentine finally meets the Black Widow. Find a link to the full (in progressed released story).
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Jill began to crawl away the smell of gasoline filled her nose and she's only free of the wreck just before the car explodes, more pain shot through her muscles as the explosion pushed her into the road.
Jill looked up in horror as the creature continued to walk through the flames of the inferno, the plastic wrap covering its face began to melt away and Jill swore it would be a sight that would remain with her for the rest of her life.
Its face was a living nightmare a contortion of inhuman flesh, a giant mouth, and oversized teeth
"Hey, fuckface" a female voice yelled distracting the creature from its original prey.
Suddenly a rocket was launched in its direction which the creature catches with its tentacle that protruded from its arm, annoyed it threw the explosive into a car with ease as it narrowed its gaze recognising the red-headed Avenger perched on the roof of a police car with a very big rocket launcher aimed at it
"AVENGER" the creature growled with anger, this B.O.W had been infected with a primary objective 'Kill S.T.A.R.S’ but also a complex threat assessment matrix and unfortunately for Natasha Romanoff it recognised her as a threat to its objective and its existence.
Before the B.O.W can react against her she fires another 'her last' rocket at the creature catching it right where the Black Widow had aimed it to go, the creature collapsed in a flaming heap keeping it down for good, at least that what Black Widow hoped.
Natasha ran to the woman laying in the street discarding the now useless rocket launcher, Jill stared up at her rescuer in awe, an Avenger here in Racoon City, the infamous Black Widow had saved her life
"You- you're an Avenger" Jill stuttered her words, she mentally kicked herself for being such a gibbering mess in front of her all time favourite hero,
Black Widow gave Jill a small smile, but Jill couldn't help but notice that the red heads smile never reflected in her eyes
"The names Natasha Romanoff and I'm saving you" Natasha placed Jill's arm around her shoulder so that the injured S.T.A.R.S officer could lean on her for support,
Jill had to admit the woman was a lot stronger than she looked "Come on let's get you some place safe" she painfully raised Jill to her feet, the two women quickly fled the scene although Natasha quickly looked back at the burning body of the B.O.W in the street 'And stay down' Natasha Romanoff thought to herself.
Chapter 4
LOCATION: The Streets of Racoon City
"Whe-, where are we going" Jill asked as the red-headed Avenger continued to carry her, Jill's proverbial knight in shining...Kevlar?
Natasha doesn't answer Jill's question instead she moved quickly with the S.T.A.R.S officer hanging over her shoulder for support and looking back occasionally to ensure that they hadn't been followed
"I think we're in the clear" Natasha let go of Jill allowing the woman to catch her breath "I hope so" Jill gasped clutching at her hurting ribs, a series of loud gun shots caught both of their attention, a loud explosion soon followed.
Black Widow suspected that it was the U.B.C.S officers she had sighted earlier, given the cops experience with Umbrella she decided that it might not be a good idea to tell her that unfortunately they were going to have to work with the Umbrella mercenaries.
"I saw some soldiers a few blocks down protecting civilians from the Zombies, hopefully they might have somewhere we can find sanctuary for a while" Jill nodded it was a good idea, she quickly became aware that she had been staring at the beautiful Avenger,
Jill felt mortified at herself for being so rude "Let me guess you want a picture" Black Widow smirked causing Jill to cringe
"Sorry, but I've always wanted to meet an Avenger"
Natasha's lips formed a thin line, she didn't like the 'almost celebrity' status that came with being an Avenger and certainly didn't feel like she deserved any admiration, Stark on the other hand lives for the attention, she however was no hero
"Hey, I'm a person just like you" Natasha insisted although it was a lie, she hadn't been a 'person' for a long time now.
"I don't think there's anyone like you Ms Romanoff and for what it's worth you're my favourite Avenger" Natasha smirked at Jill's attempt of flattering her, she didn't need to bother the officer with details of why no one in their right mind should idolise her.
Jill painfully straightens her aching spine stretching her sore arms "So... are there any other Avengers coming to the rescue?" Black Widows gaze dropped slightly
"No, I'm afraid not. The others are currently held up in Wakanda, news of the attack won't reach my teammates in time to come to our aid" Natasha Romanoff was different from her team, the Wild Card, the outcast, the mystery.
However, Natasha Romanoff had proved time and time again that she deserved her status as one of the founding members, since her method of ask questions first, punch later made her the ideal Avenger for S.H.I.E.L.D to pass this mission off onto
"That's a shame, I could sure do with a Thor or a Hulk right now" Natasha smirked again, her smirk was as sharp as glass
"Yeah, you and me both" Natasha supported Jill again as they made a beeline towards the sound of gunfire.
"Everyone, follow my men!" yelled a male voice most definitely a soldier Natasha thought as she made a quick assessment, he certainly had the build of a soldier, but his hair made her pause a complete fluffy mess on the soldier's head,
she wondered if the hair was an intentional fashion statement or just poor upkeep.
The soldier suddenly took notice of the two women
"Hey ladies its not safe on the streets!" he yelled and seeing that one of them was injured he approached to help, that was until he noticed that one of them was the Black Widow
"Oh wow, we had no idea an Avenger would be in the city" both Natasha and Jill simultaneously rolled their eyes.
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What are our two master assassins plans for valentines day???
Hey there! Thanks for asking!
Clint’s a big softie. He’s got that whole golden retriever dopey smile goofball aspect with a large helping of hopeless romantic, so it’s no wonder that he goes all out on Valentine’s Day for his romantic partners.
I’m talking bouquet of roses, nice jewelry, lingerie and reservations at a Michelin star restaurant kind of guy. He always has been which was only exacerbated as he got older and really who doesn’t like being showered with expensive gifts on Valentine’s Day? What girl wouldn’t, right?
Well…
Natasha.
Their first Valentine’s Day as a couple Clint had a bouquet of roses delivered to her home, with a note that said,
Wear something red. 8:00, sharp.
Now, Natasha doesn’t do grand gestures and she certainly doesn’t do declarations of love either. She’s a very practical woman. Besides everyone knows Valentine’s Day is an overly commercialized day by Big Chocolate and Hallmark. Be it her upbringing, her internalized fear of falling in love or a combination of both, Natasha took his bouquet of roses and tossed them into the trash. Clint spent that Valentine’s Day eating alone. (He wasn’t going to waste that reservation. The chocolate mousse was divine.)
He actually narrated his entire meal through (admittedly) passive aggressive texts.
I know your fingers get cold because you have poor circulation in your hands, which is why I requested them when I made the reservation. More hot towels for me.
(Along with a picture of what Natasha could only guess were two middle fingers hidden behind towels. The idiot must’ve asked the waiter to take the picture. She honestly had to laugh at this because he winked during it and she knows that it wasn’t entirely out of malice but it was clear that he was a little hurt.)
Still though, the texts continued well into the night, until Natasha actually regretted not going. She showed up at his door when he got home and apologized.
“I spooked.”
A lengthy talk in the bathtub later, they make a deal. Next Valentine’s Day they’ll take it slower and have a less flashy day. They spend the next one in Bosnia and spend the day holed up in their safe house. The next in Hawaii. (Clint convinces Nat to abuse their hotels room service and pig out in their robes before spending the rest of the day alternating between the ocean, hot tube, shower and bed.) Gradually over time Nat gets better at accepting Clint’s more romantic gestures.
Today, they are participating in the time old tradition of eating out, renting a swanky hotel, and exchanging small gifts. Clint gifted Nat a pendant necklace that doubles as a reservoir for poison or perfume.
“See? Multi-purpose.”
Nat gifted Clint with concert tickets to a band he really loves and a surprise appearance by his gift from last year.
“And…”
“And?”
“Something red and lacy.”
(I got so inspired by this ask 😭 definitely gonna try and pop out a Valentine’s Day fic this weekend!)
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