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Independence Day
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Jul. 4th, 2009 @ 10:30 am
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VIP parties were the best places to make contact with her targets, this one was going to be no exception. Stark was the party type and he would not miss a party of this size and prestige. The who's who of high society and the A-Listers of stage and screen would be there to celebrate the United State's Independence Day. The Black Widow was going to make an appearance as well and make contact with the target of her mission.
The black evening gown was made of silk, diamonds kissed her earlobes and Prada cradled her feet. She was dressed to kill, figuratively. Tonight was not about killing. Tonight was more about seduction and manipulation. Two of her specialties.
Natasha entered the American Wing of the Metropolitan Museum of Art on the arm of her partner Boris. Celebrating the opening of the wing and Independence Day was a two for one deal and a way to bring in more money for the museum.
She nodded once to Boris and released his arm. The big oaf was as stupid as he was big and Natasha didn't need him messing up her chances. She grabbed a glass of champagne and made a circuit of the room searching for her target.
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The Black Widow
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May. 20th, 2009 @ 07:02 am
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Natalia Alainovna Romanova sat in front of a laptop computer in a small apartment in Queens, New York. It was one of many she had around the world and she never stayed in any of them more than two weeks at a time. The Black Widow couldn’t afford the luxury of staying in one place for long.
As far as Natasha knew, her identity as the Black Widow was unknown to most of the world, but it never hurt to be too paranoid. The Black Widow was wanted in too many countries to count and if her identity was discovered, she’d probably have to give up spying. She had been doing it for so long, fifty years, that by now it was the only thing she knew how to do and the only thing she wanted to do.
Her career started a long time ago in the Soviet Union, not long after the end of World War II. She didn’t remember any of it, but her training to be a spy started when she was just a kid. When she reached her twenties and after Alexi died, she formally became a spy. She was given the codename of the Black Widow and was sent into the West to spy on the capitalist pigs.
When the Soviet Union collapsed in the late eighties, the Black Widow was already a famous spy and Natasha wasn’t going to give up the life just because her masters were gone. She found a new one. Herself. Freelance worked paid better and it allowed her to be more selective when taking a job.
Her reputation grew as did her bank accounts. It wasn’t such a bad life. It kept her on her toes and kept things interesting.
A chime sounded and Natasha looked at her Inbox. There was a new email and the sender’s address looked familiar. A new job? Probably. She clicked on the email and read it.
How convenient. The job was right here in New York and she’d be able to rub elbows with the high society crowd. It was time to go to work.
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A Brief History Of the Universe
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May. 10th, 2009 @ 01:57 am
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It was with the death of the last universe that a new universe was born – creating Eternity itself.
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