A Ghost Story


A Ghost Story

Age: Not polite to ask.
Hair Color: Normal Red can be Blonde at times
Eye Color: Hazel Green
Height: 5'7"
Weight: None of your business

I was born in Russia, St. Petersburg.  My father was a General, Ivan Romanova to be precise. We moved to Budapest when I was six. Then at the age of 8 I was 'left' at a school for girls. At the time I was told it was for Dancing. To become a Ballerina.  I believed my parents were spoiling me. But my father...being my father...had other ideas.

It wasn't till I was 12 that I realized what the school was. And once I knew they made a point to not hide it. My training in combat started, firing weapons, you name it. Computer hacking, writing software. I had all the best.

But I didn't want to be spy, a  assassin. I wanted to be a Dancer. I fought against them. To the point where I was....more...agressively persuaded.  Then he showed up. Tall, dark, brooding...Quiet but always watching..
Watching me. I actually felt it was comforting. Reassuring really, till we fell in love...I mean...I fell in love.

The Winter Soldier was soon my trainer and my secret lover by the time I was 16. We were careful. Then my father married me off to a pilot. Named Sergei. He was cruel and manipulative.  And Bucky hated him. I was close to graduating,  I didn't want to go through with it, I didn't want to stay married. I wanted my Winter Soldier. But the world was against us, or at least me.

Bucky was caught setting up our escape, I was caught by Sergei in my room. I was dragged downstairs cryingnout for Bucky. When I got to him he had been beaten, and wiped and thrown in a crio freezer. I watched as he was frozen.

Needless to say...Several weeks later I graduated. And my LONG glorious carrier as an assassin and spy started.  I was saved by Clint Barton. He was supposed to kill me. He chose another path and set me on a new one. I kept his secret about his family. I found my own, even found my Winter Soldier. But the years weren't kind to either of us, and he loved someone else. Even after his love died.

There was another GREAT influencer, Steve Rogers. He was the other reason I chose to stop following organizations, and just follow what was right. And I did, even after the snap, making sure the survivors were okay, keeping track of Clint. After I 'died' i found out he chose a different direction. Its like missing an appendage...I don't know if it will ever heal.

Now its just me back from the dead...again. Finding my place in the world. A place that I was told I would never belong to.
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7 | Mar 3rd 2021 16:19