"People were giving small clues, but nothing that would point to what exactly was going on in the town. He honestly was considering heading back to the bunker and trying to get Sam to do more research, but something was telling him that there was more going on here and he was determined to finish what he had started." 1x1 Just Like Fire B - http://www.roleplayer.me/view_journal.php?journal_id=2275987
The Black Widow is a world class athlete and gymnast, expert martial artist (including karate, judo, aikido, savate, various styles of kung fu, and boxing), marksman, and weapons specialist as well as having extensive espionage training. She is also an accomplished ballerina. The Black Widow uses a variety of equipment invented by Soviet scientists and technicians, with later improvements by S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists and technicians. She usually wears distinctively shaped bracelets which fire the "Widow's Bite" electro-static energy blasts that can deliver charges up to 30,000 volts, as well as "Widow's line" grappling hooks, tear gas pellets, along with a new element introduced during her ongoing series during the "Kiss or Kill" arc called the "Widow's Kiss"; an aerosol instant knock-out gas she has modified. She wears a belt of metallic discs, some with disc-charges containing plastic explosives, others have been shown to be compartments to house other equipment. Her costume consists of synthetic stretch fabric equipped with micro-suction cups on fingers and feet, enabling her to adhere to walls and ceilings. She has been seen using knives, unarmed combat, and various firearms. she used a specialed multi-lense goggle/head-carapace that demonstrated various technical abilities enhancing vision and communication. Later, she has used a modified gun based on her Widow's Bite wrist cartridge.
The Black Widow has been enhanced by biotechnology that makes her body resistant to aging and disease and heals at an above human rate; as well as psychological conditioning that suppresses her memory of true events as opposed to implanted ones of the past without the aid of specially designed system suppressant drugs, attempts to do so result in extreme biological reactions, indicated as vomiting and black-outs. another level to the Biotechnology that Natasha has been subjected to wear "nanites", designed to be passed from her body with even the slightest touch.These nanites were a part of something called the "Icepick Protocol" and when activated could incite someone to homicidal rage. A counter form of these were also introduced to her body so as she could neutralize the activated nanites in another
Natasha was born in Stalingrad (now Volgograd), Russia. Black Widow is a Soviet agent trained as a spy, martial artist, and sniper, and outfitted with an arsenal of high-tech weaponry, including a pair of wrist-mounted energy weapons dubbed her "Widow's Bite". Romanova eventually defects to the U.S. for reasons that include her love for the reluctant-criminal turned superhero Romanova's parents were killed in a fire when Romanova was a child. She was saved from death herself by Ivan Petrovitch, who raised her as a surrogate father. She was raised from early childhood by the U.S.S.R.'s "Black Widow Ops" program, rather than solely by Ivan Petrovitch. With other young female orphans, she is trained in combat and espionage at the covert "Red Room" facility. There, she is biotechnologically and psycho-technologically enhanced—an accounting that provides a rationale for her unusually long and youthful lifespan. Each Black Widow is deployed with false memories to help ensure her loyalty. Romanova eventually discovers this, including the fact that she had never, as she had believed, been a ballerina. She further discovers that the Red Room is still active as "2R".
He let out a slow breath, his one eye closed, the other looking through the sight on his gun. James was laying on his stomach in the dirt, his black clothing making him blend into the plants and trees that hid him from the world. He had been here hours while down below in the villa he had been watching was the woman he loved. Natalia had been undercover for days now, doing things they both wished she didn’t have to do, but she was the Black Widow and he was the Winter Soldier. They had been working together for a while now, and they worked so well together they were the pride of HYDRA. The pressure to do exactly what was demanded was overwhelming and they both knew they could be terminated if they did wrong. Still it was taking everything in him not to kick down the door to that villa, shoot every son of a bitch in there and take her away from there.
Not that she needed anyone to save her, he had trained her himself, turned her from a scared kid to someone who would kill a friend without thought. He remembered the pride he had felt in the arena when he watched her kill her friend, he had made her into what she was. All of the celebrations and victory went to the people who controlled them, but deep inside Bucky hadn’t felt so happy and proud of someone in a long time. The hell that was their lives had brightened the moment he had looked into her cell and saw a scrawny girl who he had been told to train.
Right now, he was her back up, she was in there with an international drug baron who was getting in the way of some plan or other. Neither of them knew the details of it, they didn’t need to. All that mattered was he had drugs, diamonds and plans in that villa and it was down to Natalia to find out the combination to the safe. Then she would bring him out onto the balcony and tug her ear that was his signal to shoot him his use to this world was over.
He had only seen glimpses of her in days and knew she had to do drugs and do this guy to make him believe he could trust her. He knew none of that was real, but still it was tearing his heart out to know she was there, and he was laying in dirt just waiting. Every time they came out onto the balcony, he had hoped she would give the signal, but she hadn’t even glanced his way. He was proud of her, but still he just wanted this to be over so they could have their own time back before being sent out on another insane mission.
The sliding door opened, and he readied himself, the safety removed and his breathing keeping him focused on the guys head and not on the fact that she was barely dressed. Then she tossed her red hair over her shoulder and tugged her ear, with a smile he let out a breath and squeezed the trigger. He didn’t even have time to know he had been shot right between the eyes a perfect kill! He saw her clap as if giving him a cheer for the death and he quickly packed up his gun and got out of the dirt while she went inside to access the safe.
He met her at the bottom of the hill, she was now in different clothes and her hair was wet as if she had showered. This was a remote location nobody would be coming to find the dead man for days and by then the pair would be long gone. He smiled as she climbed into the car and threw the plans money and drugs onto the back seat, “молодец любовь” he spoke Russian flawlessly to her and she smiled as he drove away from the murder scene. Nobody but the people who sent them would know it was the Black Widow and Winter Soldier who had done it there was no trail.
He knew Steve and Natasha were talking about him, why he didn’t know but the old programming was making him sure they were planning his murder. He had managed to cope with almost anything from his time in HYDRA, but the programmed hatred and paranoia around her remained. He didn’t know why he felt that about her, why this programming was all that remained, but it had been so strongly done that it seemed to keep him constantly worried that she wanted him dead. The only thing that made him push against it was that she was one of Steve’s best friends, if he trusted her then so would Bucky no matter how alien it felt.
Then she turned and walked over to where he sat, he placed his gun down that he had been cleaning knowing that people were afraid of him. But she made some joke about him scaring the doctors and it caught him off guard, she wasn’t afraid of him? But why? He knew somewhere deep inside that it wasn’t because she wanted to kill him. There was a connection there, he knew because when HYDRA triggered him again and he was trying to kill her she just kept asking if he remembered her.
Now as she spoke to him with humour and kindness it shook him, how was he supposed to deal with his feelings that were so overwhelming. Like he was at war with himself, false memories and long forgotten truth fighting to let him open up and let her in again. He swallowed as she touched his arm, his eyes looked down to where she touched him, and he felt goose bumps up his arm and knew this was more than he could control. He glanced up into her eyes and she in that moment seemed to realise what she had done and pulled away, he wished she hadn’t.
She listened to his heartbeat and made notes as he tried to think of something to say to her, then out of nowhere he thought of something the psychiatrist had said. He frowned and looked up at her, “I need someone to train with? I mean most people don’t even talk to me, so I understand if not. It’s just the psych wants me to have a training partner who isn’t Steve? I just…I guess I thought we might train well together? We have similar moves.” He said this with a shrug, but something about the way she looked at him made him wonder if there was a reason they fought so similarly?
Life had dealt a strange hand to James Buchanan Barnes, he had lived a simple life at the start. A child in Brooklyn he had spent much of his formative years with his best friend Steve Rogers. Steve was a sickly child who nobody had thought would survive birth no matter into adulthood, but somehow with the love of his mother and ‘Bucky’ always having his back he had. In truth, Bucky couldn’t have survived without Steve, they were brothers and were rarely apart. Well, until Bucky volunteered for the army in World War Two something Steve couldn’t do, no matter how many times he tried.
It was here that everything changed, Steve signed up for a new programme, an attempt to make super soldiers and was given a serum that made him strong. Bucky had been taken prisoner by HYDRA, but Steve saved him and once reunited Bucky worked many missions under Steve and they worked so so well together. They were the dream team, until one fateful mission when Bucky fell from a train and died….or everyone thought he had died….
In reality he had been found and taken to a HYDRA facility, there his arm that had been damaged in the fall was removed and a new metal arm replaced it. HYDRA had been working on their own super soldier serum and they tried it on Bucky, it worked. He became just like Steve, but instead of fighting for good Bucky was brainwashed, frozen when not being used, and tortured until he did just what they wanted.
He was their defining and most proud moment, instead of being Bucky he was now the Winter Soldier. He was trained and efficient at killing and used like a weapon as if he had no feelings and no wants in life. The only brightness in his life was training the girls in the Red Room, the female equivalent of the Winter Soldier programme. The girls were broken and trained, brainwashed and used like weapons, he felt for them but did as he was told training them in hand to hand combat never holding back.
One of the girls caught his eye, Natasha Romanoff, a beautiful young woman who he watched practicing ballet for hours. He loved her and in the back of his mind he somehow thought they belonged together, they could have a normal life, one that didn’t involve what it was now. The pain and heartbreak of their lives was a never-ending loop, but at night he would dream of them leaving together and living somewhere far away where they could be safe together.
His attraction to her did not go unnoticed, and HYDRA began to picture them being the greatest killing machines in the world. They allowed them to have time together, to connect and to romance one another, but it was all a ruse. Their stolen moments were not stolen at all, they were constantly monitored and their lives as spies for them were being planned behind the scenes.
And then one day, she was gone….
HYDRA wiped his memory of Natasha she was now working for SHIELD and they did not want him to recognise her so one day he could kill her. Once again Bucky was alone in the world, used and tortured by people who did not care that he longed for the people he missed. He did not remember his name, he did not recall Steve Rogers or the woman he loved, but deep inside he knew there were people out there looking for him. In his dreams, they came to save him from the cycle of pain he lived with, but when he woke, he knew nobody was coming to save him…he did not deserve it.
The cycle of pain and torture continued until HYDRA took him to America, there he faced off against Captain America. Though he had been brainwashed to believe this man was evil, somehow he knew him, he remembered. Taking a chance he escaped and went on the run, and fell down a rabbit hole of learning that he had once worked alongside Captain America. He was not an evil person, he was a prisoner of war and people were trying to find him, eventually he allowed Steve Rogers to help him.
Memories returned little by little while he spent time in Wakanda, he was there as a refugee needing to have years of brainwashing removed and a new metal arm. This arm no longer hurt, it was even attached using pain relief and sedatives, his eyes were open. But when he stood once again on American soil fighting alongside the Avengers there was one person who seemed to be always looking at him waiting for him to remember.
Natasha Romanoff, a beautiful woman who had come from HYDRA, Steve had explained that Bucky had trained her once. But no matter how hard he tried he could not remember her, had they been close? Had she meant something to him? It felt so confusing to be around her, like a word on the tip of his tongue, a memory just out of reach. She was always expectant, and he wanted to remember but there was nothing but a feeling of hatred that HYDRA had planted after she had joined SHIELD.
Sighing he was sat quietly in a corner away from everyone, he was in the Avengers compound, but he was not trusted. He knew Tony Stark only let him be here under certain conditions and though Steve had told him they would relax in time, Bucky knew they probably wouldn’t. He had murdered Stark’s parents, and he had done countless things against America. But still he could feel her eyes on him, he let out a slow breath and continued cleaning his weapon. He needed to keep busy, to stop those memories of what they did to him creep in. They kept him awake at night, but he longed to remember her, the woman who was pretending not to be watching him.
Usually Dean and Sam were inseparable, they worked together knowing that apart they were vulnerable. But after two cases of undead coming alive had been reported at the same time, the brothers had decided to split up and meet back up afterwards to get a plan together. The problem was that this virus or illness that turned people into walking corpses feeding on the living had spread quickly. By the time Dean reached Raccoon City it was overrun, and it was getting harder to find people who were not infected. News reports on it were scattered and not telling the truth so Dean could only assume the government were involved in some way. This scared him more than anything, reminding him of going up against corporations and governments shaking him up far more than it being something natural. This illness was far from natural and he had quickly learned that the only way to kill them was to aim for the head, something he had tried thanks to George Romero!
The town was crazy, most people had left thinking they could escape the virus, but all that did was spread it over the country faster. Now they were talking a full-on human crisis as people were dropping and then raising again to feed on family and friends. The town was like something from a horror movie, and in truth of Dean had been watching this on TV he would have loved it. However, living it was another matter entirely and he was wishing he could just hole up in the bunker and wait for all this to blow over.
Instead he was trying to reach a certain diner, he had information to pass on to a woman called Black Widow. He was guarding it literally with his life as a hoard of these zombies were closing in on him. The thing that was annoying him the most was that he was able to see the diner, if he died now everything that was needed to stop the virus would be lost forever. He just needed to survive long enough to reach the diner and hope this woman would be there to help him. Once they united and got the information to the drop off everything could change, he just needed to keep moving and not get bitten!
Walking backwards presented a new danger, the debris on the floor, and while Dean was trying to keep control, he could feel it slipping out of his hands. Panic was starting to rise and they were getting too close for comfort, honestly he was beginning to doubt he would make it, but he would die trying.
Then a shot rang out and one of the hoards, fell to the floor, its body trampled by the others, risking everything he turned to see someone stood by the diner. Their gun was raised, and in that moment, he didn’t care who they were they were helping him. He nodded his head as they shouted to run and they would cover him, he didn’t have time to consider. Turning on his heel he ran full speed away from the beings who lumbered slowly and kept his head down so they wouldn’t accidentally hit him when aiming for the group.
He made it to them and took a moment to catch his breath, “Stop firing, you will draw them this way. You my contact?” he asked not saying their code name so he would know them for sure. “Is the diner taken? We can make it to my car it’s hidden over behind that building we need to get out of here we are just going to attract them here!” He was glancing around looking for any stragglers, or any of the dead looking for a snack. They didn’t have much of a window to get to the car, all he could do was hope this was Black Widow and they had their part of the cure on them because no way could they make it through the diner to it’s parking lot safely.