She was once woman of dance,
Beauty, Grace, a life lived by chance.
Her father was a man of mystery,
worked for the govn't, a life lived in secrecy.
The one she loved, soon became a man of the past.
his plane had gone down in a fiery blast.
It thought an accident first.
But could been tampered with at worst.
Her romance with ballet soon died
she took over her life of her dad's and beacme the one to preside.
Black Widow was her name and killing was her game.
An assassin she was and great at her name.
She had a love for ballet
But she was good at her merit pay.
At the end of all this,
She wanted out of it.
so for all this she left,
no more for her, no killing and no theft.
and for awhile she was out of it.
But she was forced back to the life,
When a friends life was wrought with strife.
And lo what did she find, another had taken her place,
Another her, Black Widow, one who'd replaced.
They fought, back and forth they went,
the other was good, though she had no right to represent.
Suddenly, there was an explosion.
both were suddenly stunned.
In the hospital was where they stayed.
Natasha, The Real Natasha, woke up early and a trick on the other played.
She had surgery done on both faces, traded places.
healed, and left with haste.
Reportedly, someone found the black widow in the hospital and killer her.
Natasha Romanov, from that moment started a new life, living as someone else
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