52. the one and only

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Devon was broken down, trained to Dreykov's liking. He used her for everything and got the job done. She was ready for her newest mission. Melina walks the dangerous Widow to the office that he was in. They didn't share any words, just stand tall, walk straight, don't mess up, dont fail. The doors opened and Melina stood behind her as Dreykov stands from his desk.

Devons chin raised up, eyes droopy but filled with rage. He knew from the last mission, the one she was supposed to kill Natasha, she can let out some steam and maybe actually get it right. He wanted to see if she can do this before he kills her. Dreykov tells her what to do, kill the vice president of Moscow, no trace of Devon, make it look good.

"If you fail to kill again..." Dreykov grabs her by the throat and pulls her in closer. Melina jumps, but stops herself from saving her. "Yelena will take your place and you will die." He tightens his grip.

"Yes, i will not let you down." Devon nods softly and he lets go. She rubs her neck and leaves to get ready.

She jumps into her white suit, it was snowing out, have to blend in. It was an easy one, in and out. Devon and two other Widows in training went to the vice presidents house, sneaking their way in. The family was having dinner.

"Dont get in my way." She warns them and they wouldn't dare to get in the way. Devon tip toes down the stairs, gun out and ready. She walks in to the family eating, the wife screams and the looked at Devon. She pistoled whip the VP, the widows got the wife and two daughters. Devon ties the family down to the chairs and covered their mouths. Devon sits in front of the VP, arms on her knees and smirks as he starts to freak out. "Hello there." The family starts waking up. His muffled screams made Devon laugh. She goes and takes it off.

"Please, dont hurt them. Ill do whatever you want!" He begs.

"Its not what I want." She gets closer to him. "Its what Dreykov wants." His eyes popped out of his face.

"I'll keep my mouth shut. I wont say a thing about the Widows, the Red Room." Devon tisks, waving her knife in his face.

"You threatened us, chose violence. I will not accept that. Now, to make sure you will never get away with it." Devon shoots him and blood splatters everywhere. The wife and children cried and screamed. "He probably told you." The wife shakes her head, pleading for mercy. "Can never be too sure."

BAM

The girls were crying, sobbing, closing their eyes. Devon was gone, Dreykov took over her mind. Deep down it was wrong but her mind was saying do it. She faces the girls so they could see each other. The new Widows watch the horror scene. Killing both sisters and getting up. She looks at her job well done and wipes the blood off her face. Their heads plopped down, bodies hung over the ropes. The cries and screams stopped.

"It's peaceful now." Devon walks out, covered in blood.

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I sat in the basement of the church. Sister Maggie hid me away and told nobody. I unpacked my things and i took out a photo of me and Matt, happy, smiling as it was St. Patricks day, his arm wrapped around me and my head on his chest. I sighed and put it back in the bag. Then my hand reached for the cross necklace that he gave me. Never took it off. I then reached for my Widow belt, my thumb drew over the symbol. What I did to get this.

A creaking sound came from up the stairs, i turned back and hid behind the pillar with my baton. The footsteps came closer and stopped. It was father Lantom. I came out from the shadows.

"Hi." I put the baton away.

"You doing okay down here?" He asks me. I chuckled.

"This is actually more luxurious then the ones i stayed at. You know bullet holes and mold were a great conversation starter." I wiped my hands on my jeans as He hands me a tray of food. "Thanks. Will it offend you if i say ill be glad to be gone?" We both laughed it off.

"Sister Maggie called. She said she'd have some options for you by the end of the day. You'll be safe soon."

"Im never safe so..." i pulled my hair back. He looks at me all concerned.

"Well, Im getting ready to say mass. You could come up if you'd like."

"No, no thank you. I don't do any of this. I kinda stopped believing a long time ago."

"But?" He pointed at my necklace.

"Matt gave it to me on our first date, kinda like he's here with me, protecting me." Cheesy. "Im not Catholic."

"Hell, if you get strict about it, neither are most the people who come here. That doesn't mean you shouldn't join us. A little ritual, a little ancient wisdom. Not the worse medicine for a troubled soul."

"Im not troubled. Im damaged, theres a difference." I sat on the bed.

"Someone once said that everyone is fighting a battle of their own that you cant see. But sometimes..." he sits next to me. "Sometimes... you can see."

"Yeah." I looked down and picked at my nails. "Father, what do you do when you realize that you've lost?"

"A man i helped raise as a boy came to see me recently." I chuckled, Matt. "I had... i had a choice of evils. He blames me for the ones i chose, for the way his life turned out. I cant argue with him. I just have to find a way to live with it."

"But how do you live with that? Knowing that you hurt so many people like that?" i talked about myself and he noticed.

"Well you have to realize, Devon, that whatever it is you've done...or haven't done...it can still be redeemed."

"That comforting but i don't that applies to me. Ive done so many things that theres no way that ill be redeemed." I touched my nose. "Maybe thats why god did this to me, he knew I wanted a good life but he's loves to see me in pain and struggle."

"Everything will be okay in the end. If its not okay, its not the end." He places his hand on my shoulder. "John Lennon said that. Who are we to argue with a Beatle." I laughed as he stands up. "Do yourself a kindness. Come to mass." He walks back upstairs.

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I hid in shadows as the mass started, listening to father Lantom. I crossed my arms, leaning against the wall. He kept looking at me, knowing that this might help me with my troubles.

"Devon Hobbs!" A voice booms the whole church. My stomach drops. I quickly hid. "Where is... Devon Hobbs?" How in the hell did they find me?! I heard screaming and grunting. He was hurting people. Shit. People ran to the front and I stayed. Go help for once Devon. I stepped out and showed myself.

"Im here asshole!" I shouted. "Please, don't hurt anyone more." I begged as I got in front of the people.

"Hello Devon, its nice to see you again. Looks like your voice got better." He smirks. He falls to the ground, Matt came. Hes here. I watched as they fought, still protecting the people. The wannabe hits Matt and i got angry. We both stared at each other until he throws his baton, i was ready for it but it went through Father Lantom. I was in shocked, holding the man in my arms as we fell back. Matt yells and tackles him. I didn't want to take it out, he would bleed but he took his last breath in my arms.

I slowly got up, charging at the wannabe. I ran on the benches, causing a distraction so the people can leave. The daredevil sees me and throws a wooden plank at me, stabbing me through the side. I stopped to look. He got me good.

"Hey! You want me right?" I yelled out, stopping him from beating Matt. He started to run to me. I sprinted my way and wrapped my legs around his arm and tossed him over me, flipping on my back. I landed on my feet, doing the natasha pose. He yells at me and i screamed at him back. I kicked and spun myself around, making him lose balance. He quickly gets up and I spun around his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his neck as I hit his face. He walks and slams me on the benches. He chokes me. "At least make sure you can finish what you started." I kicked him in the leg, his knee popped back. I ran upstairs for him to follow me and leave Matt alone. I hid myself and grabbed one of the spears from a statue.

"Devon." He sings. "The Red Room really made sure you got some real talent. I mean im a big fan of your work, especially that Moscow Massacre, working with The Winter Soldier and Silent Killer." I hear him walking around. Matt comes and tries to fight but he gets knocked down. The man takes a stick was going to stab him, I grip onto the spear. "Too bad that everyone will know you as the monster you are, especially your boy toy." I got up and wack him in the head and kicked off the ledge. He falls and I quickly ran to Matt.

"Matt!" I kneeled down, touching him and hoping he was okay. "Youre okay. Im here."

"I cant let him leave." I swore as I ran to the ledge and he was now gone. Shit! I ducked down to Matt.

"Hes gone. Shit." I cried in his chest. He was heavily hurt. I took him in my arms and took off his mask. "Matthew, please dont. Matt?" He doesn't move. I cried on his chest. "Matt please! Not again!"