malignant
(adj.)
malevolent

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"I was so blinded. We all were. Everyone who had ever been associated with the woman. Even the country of Russia. No one knew the true, terrifying evil of Madame B. She wasn't a partner of Hydra. She was part of Hydra. But all the more evil. No one who ever lived was as evil as she. None of the villains we, the Avengers had faced were ever as evil. More powerful perhaps. But never as evil as Madame B. Not Loki. Not Ultron. Not even Thanos. She prayed for the downfall of everyone but her."

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"Are you ready for your first solo mission, Black Widow?" Madame B asked her first Red Room graduate as she stepped out of the car that carried them from the Bolshoi to the place of Russian Military Interest in Moscow.

"Always ready, Madame," Natalia answered as she followed Madame B into the building. The cold was horrible. Natalia didn't seem to be as used to it as she usually was. She had no clue as to why. When she woke up after her mission, she remembered that the spring had came, but apparently, she was wrong.

What had happened was that the air around the experimental facility had been, actually, experimented on in order to make sure some of the thing in the building was kept at the temperature it needed to be.

Or at least that is what Natalia was told. She had bo way to know otherwise.

Natalia followed her nearly lifelong teacher into a conference room where the elder Colonel Luchov stood arms crossed and ready with the familiar yellow file in his sun spotted and vein protruding hand.

"Black Widow!" he greeted with a cold smile of old, yellow teeth that Natalia didn't even know to notice. "How was your recovery, Agent?"

Natalia began to speak, but was cut off by the concealed evil she saw as a mentor. "She's more ready that ever, Colonel."

"Good," he said with a nod. Then he turned to Natalia, holding out the file. "Because you, my dear,  are about to fix a big problem."

"Problem?" asked Natalia taking the stack of papers in her hand.

"You know who Vladimir Draykov is, correct?" he asked the young spy as his eyebrow raised involuntarily and folded his military dressed arms over his chest.

Natalia nodded slowly as she opened the file. "Head of weapons manufacturing and distribution of the Soviet Union. What's the problem?"

"Hes a traitor. He's resigned his position and disappeared. Last we heard, he's gathering people to immigrate from here to America with the majority of the Soviet Military secrets."

"We can't afford him or any of his immigrants leaving the country," Madame B added stiffly. They must all be dealt with.

"So what exactly do you want me to do?" asked
Natalia as she flipped through the file.

"We want you to find him and figure out how many people there are, what they know, if any information has gotten the America, and after all is found, dispose of him," Luchov revealed.

"And what about the people? The immigration groups," Natalia asked, not so sure about the entire situation.

"Once you gather the information from Draykov, we'll have our lower military forces gather them all up and we will send them to the Gulag Labor Camps. They'll do better there than dead, since there are so many of them."

Natalia nodded, placing the file under her arm. "Should be easy enough. Thank you, Madame, Colonel. When do I start? What is my time limit?"

"You may gather all the gear you need and take whatever vehicle you deem necessary," Madame B told her in a stern voice that Natalia didn't really care for.

"The New Year," Luchov said, answering her questions about the time limit. "No reports until you are finished. No mistakes, Widow."

Natalia nodded. "No mistakes," she repeated passionately and honestly. Natalia was not here to make mistakes. She was here to make history.

"Long live Russia," were the words with which he ended the conversation.

"Long live Russia," Madame B repeated.

From Natalia's past experience, she knew now to repeat. "Long live Russia."

The words felt alienated on Natalia's tongue. They felt as though they should not be there. But Natalia couldn't put her finger on it. Without her memories, there was no way to understand the feeling. Let alone understand why it was there.

Natalia left the conference room in a mindset to succeed. She knew her way around the military-dedicated Soviet building. This was always where she and the Winter Soldier were issued their missions. It was where they would get ready for all of them. Gather their weapons. Plan. Learn their targets. And that was just what Natalia was going to do.

She entered the weapons armory. The room was full of anything's he would ever need. She would dress in weapons later. For now, she wanted to read up on the information Colonel Luchov gave her.

In the file, it gave her the basics of the politician's life's. Never Married. Six feet and one inch. One-hundred ninety-eight pounds. Graying red hair. Brown eyes. More brains than brawn. The file said that his address was empty, but after reading all the clues that she was provided, she believed it may be worth into visit the home.

She began to  throw all the weapons and supplies she could onto her suit that it could hold, took ahold of the file and walked to the transportation room to choose a motorcycle.

At end of hall, Natalia saw Madame B waiting for her, brow furrowed and arms crossed. Natalia walked the remaining distance and stopped before her boss.

"Would you like to add, Madame B?" Natalia asked. Madame B simply shook her head and placed her hands on Natalia's shoulders.

"This is your mission, Natalia," she told her, bending over and locking her ice cold, blue-eyed stare in Natalia fresh, innocent green ones. It was intimidating to watch. Imagine having to experience it personally in Natalia's place. "You are calling the shots. Do not let us down, Black Widow."

"Yes, Madame," Natalia replied with a nod as Madame B loosen her grasp and allowed the eighteen year old spy to go on her way to what Madame B see as success and fulfillment. However, if Natalia knew any better, these missions were degrading and pushing for her downfall as a human being.

Natalia swung her leg over her motorcycle with ease and drove it out into the Black night, where her only light was that of the pale moon and the glow of the bright spotlight on the head of the black bike.

She wanted to do as much as she could during the night, so she would be sure she wouldn't be seen. Her hair was far too noticeable to do unusual espionage during the daylight.

She remembered her hair had a lot of the times been braided atop of her head to hide the red seeping from her scalp, but she knew she could not do her hair like that herself. She wondered who had done it.

To Natalia, as an assassin and spy, he hair was both a blessing and a curse. To be so outstandingly beautiful added it her list of abilities, she could casually work her way up to any thing she wanted to be. People would remember her. But at times like this, beauty has no hat in the ring—unless...

The idea came like a angel from the heavens. It was a blessing. That's what the Winter Soldier has once told her:

"As a woman with the world full weak, corrupt politicians, sexuality will always be your greatest weapon in espionage."

She just had to find out where he is. She sped through the empty streets, not worried about anything. The people of the Soviet Union had a curfew. And that was always best. She knew none of them would come out or the Watchful Eye was sure to see. If it saw Natalia, it would do her no harm. She was here under Soviet Jurisdiction.

The feezing winter air of Moscow stabbed Natalia's face like a million knives as she rode freely through the city. Her stealth suit kept her body well warmed, but she had nothing over her face. He nose ran and her eyes watered a bit, but truly, it was really nothing compared to many of the things she had experienced.

Soon, she made it all the way to Draykov's home. It was said that he had abandoned it. But somehow, Natalia knew that wasn't true. To an extent, at least.

She parked far enough away so that cameras—if any— would not see and so no one would here her approach. She silently creeped to the fence line of the large white brick, castle-like home. He was a rich man. One of the top earners in the Soviet Union.

So, surely he had cameras. Natalia scoped the rooflines and windows. She noticed one camera on each corner of the house, one on the mailbox, and one at the door. This was no problem. She loaded her sniper rifle with shock rounds and raised the gun to shoot.

Sniping had never been her greatest skill, but that certainly didn't mean she wasn't good at it. First she took out the mailbox, so that she could get closer in order to take out the ones in the house.

This electrical ammunition, took over the cameras and froze the wires to where it would just replay the same footage over the last three hours. Natalia would definitely vouch for it being one of the most useful Soviet inventions.

She hit the rest of the cameras and ran along the bush line in the shadows the the back of the house where she put her back to the wall and shocked the other three cameras. She hurried the the back door and peered through the window.

Just as she had suspected. Motion detecting lasers. She had to get through this somehow. She blew out of her mouth in slight frustration. At least she could see them. The green lasers could be seen through the dark. They were still, pointing in all directions of the part of the hallway her body would be apart of.

She observed the door jam where she saw that opening it and entering from there would not be the smartest. So she moved on over to the window that entered into the bathroom. There were no security counters on the window that would be any type of problem. Just a few locks. She broke through all three of them with ease and slid the window open quietly, letting her feet silently rest on the toilet seat and closing the window behind her.

It was great to have her small stature sometimes. Other times, it would be best to have a larger one. But she was very adaptable and could work with either.

Some of the lasers had pointed through the bottom of the door. But it was enough to where she could place one foot carefully here and the other there in order to observe the bathroom door.

She cursed under her breath. This door had an alarm on it also. She looked around the room, hoping for option two, before she had to find a way to break through the security alarm in the door, that would frankly take too long.

Then she saw it. Air vents. Not many people had these air regulating machines that assured warm air in the winter and cool air in the summer. A luxury really. But Natalia was lucky the Red Room treated her ever so preciously. She had always had access to these opulences. So lucky.

She reached up, using her strong, healthy thumbnail to unscrew the Phillips's heads and hoisted her hundred pound body into the shaft.

It was time to work. Natalia was so ready for this new chapter of her life. So excited. She was going to the best ever. She was hopeful for those girls of the Red Room, but she she was going to make sure they would never amount to her. She invented this profession. She's the girl who wanted it from the beginning. She was the one with the Super Soldier Serum. She was the one with the best trainer there had ever been. She was the one with the most powerful of mentors.

Natalia would always stay on top in the espionage world.

But little did she know, she was in the hands of malignant fate. The girls who looked up to her with such worship had an even worse fate. And even higher up the scale was the man Natalia only remembered to be a great trainer who beat her for the smallest of mistakes.

Anyone in contact with that Madame B or this Hydra organization were promised a malignant fate. And none of them saw it coming.

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