By the time I was fifteen years old I had killed 75 people. I was barely an adult and I was already wanted dead by many. But no one's strength could match mine, I guess that's how I survived the Red Rooms where they took my mind and played with it and took many things from me, most of which were taken by force.

I started killing since I was in the Red Rooms which was ever since I can remember, I started seducing and killing men when I was thirteen years old. I was only 5'4 but if I had make up on I could pull off a 21 year old, which I guess wasn't a blessing. It was easy tricking men, All I needed to do was bat my eyelashes at them, occasionally "stretch" so that they got a good look at my breasts, once they bring me up to their hotel room and just as we are about to take our clothes off I slit his throat and leave without a trace.

But that's a past I've tried to forget about, I'm going to start this story when I was 15 years old, they day I left the Red Rooms in Russia and Joined S.H.I.E.L.D in the United States.

, Russia.

My heart pounded in my chest as I ran down the street. This was an odd sight Black Widow, a master assassin running from a man with a bow and arrows ready to kill me. I made the mistake of running down an alley, I guess I wasn't thinking properly. I was stuck. The man stood at the entrance and exit, while I was backed up to a wall. The gash on my forehead was producing blood that ran down the side of my head. My shoulder length hair clung to my face from all the sweat and blood. The tears in my catsuit let in the cold winter air of Russia on my skin.

I collapse to the ground my legs not being able to stand any longer. The tall man presses an arrow to my neck as if to make my death quick. I close my eyes not wanting to look at the man who was about to disgrace and kill me. He lowers his weapon, I didn't see but I felt the tip of the arrow leave my neck. I opened my eye to see him standing in front of me, putting away his arrow.

"How about if I made you an offer?" He spoke to me in my native language

"What kind?" I asked

"A job, with S.H.I.E.L.D. I see potential in you and I think it would be a waste to kill you." He slightly smiled at me, I responded with only silence and a straight face. The man held his hand out to me, I hesitated to grab it. I thought about what could happen to me, the red rooms could track me down and kill me, however if I didn't take this man's offer even if I did get out of this situation I would be beaten black and blue back at the red rooms. I carefully placed my hand in his. The man helped me up.

"My name is Clinton Francis Barton by the way, most people call me Clint." The man smiled at me. My expression remained neutral.

"What about you? What's your name?" He asked me, still speaking in Russian.

"Natalia Alianovna Romanova." I said without even thinking about what I just told him.

"Do you speak English?" He asks me, I stay silent for a bit

"Little bit." I answer in english, my accent very apparent.

"We'll work on your english." He responded to me in Russian, smiling. I nod, my expression still neutral.

SHIELD headquarters, USA

By the next morning I was at SHIELD headquarters being measured, cleaned and questioned. I sat in a small dark room waiting for someone to come in and talk to me. Clint had told me about the man, Nick Fury.

After waiting 5 minutes a tall black bald man entered the room, he wore an eye patch over his left eye.

"Natalia Alianovna Romanova, also known as Black Widow. Had it been my call your cold dead body would be lying on the ground in Russia. But of course Barton dismissed my order of killing you, and so here we are now." He sat across from me and gave me a stern look, I countered his look with my usual neutral expression.

"You've killed 75 people in the last two years. So I should probably have you locked up or put to death." The man said

"Maybe you should." I respond

"But I won't. Because from what I've heard from Barton you have much potential and it would be a waste to kill such a skilled human being. You will train under Barton. We won't send you out into the field for a year or until we know we can trust you. If I find a trace of you contacting the red rooms behind our back I will not hesitate putting a bullet through your skull. Got it?" He asked

"Yes sir." I said my native accent. Nick Fury got up and left without another word. As soon as Fury left Barton entered.

"So all went well?" He asked, I nodded.

"Natalia Alianovna Romanova….the name is too Russian, would you be offended if we changed it?" He asked me.

"No, I wouldn't, new life might as have a new name." I respond

"How about…..Natalie…..Rushman?" Agent Barton asked me, I shook my head…too american.

"Natasha?" He suggested. I though about it for a bit and I decided I could deal with that name.

"Sure….How about…Natasha….Romanoff?" I asked him

"It's your name." He smiled at me.

"Ok Natasha Alianovna Romanoff." I said my new name.

"Alright, Tasha. Let's get to training." He winked at me. He held out his hand to help me up. When I placed my hand on his I felt a cold and metal ring on his left hand.

"You're married?" I asked

"Yeah…..To Barbara Morse, also known as Bobbi or by her professional name Mockingbird." Clint's face slightly fell. I didn't ask anymore questions.

"Come on Tasha, time to start training you." Clint pulled me up and with that we were gone.

I didn't know then that he would become my friend, partner and the only man who I would trust with my life. All I knew was that he made a different call.