The Black Widow's arms went numb and heavy.  They fell to her side and her legs gave way. 

*What is happening?* Natasha shouted in Russian.

"I use to think you were cute, but evil is not that sexy," the young blonde haired man said walking into the room, "Dad was right the whole time about the Cannon being operational.  I came to remind him to eat."

"Are you Franklin?" Natasha asked.

"Been a long time Miss. Romanov," Franklin smiled, "Mom and Dad don't know I can do this but I'm sure I'm not the first one to look under your hood now am I?"

Natasha felt the young man reaching into her mind, poking prodding and going throw the secrets and plots hidden away in the darkest parts of her mind.  All the while she watched as Franklin seemed to be digging throw a non existent bag and pulling out files and reading them.

"Oh Natasha, this is very interesting..." Franklin smiled, "Very interesting indeed..."

Next Chapters

• ...I have some new thoughts to put in your head." (Open)
• ...I know how to make this trap much more productive." (Open)
• ...I'm sure A.I.M. doesn't suspect who you are really working for since you don't even know!" (Open)
• ...but you are not on my league, Franklin!!!

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