Age Of Blood

Chapter 12

Natasha Romanoff just raised tilted her head and raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

"I assume you're Clemente Parker," The Black Widow extended a hand to shake and Parker complied. She was completely in awe of this woman and the amount of power she held in S.H.I.E.L.D. In the intelligence community. Hell, even in the freaking world. Natasha and Phil exchanged a glance and Parker cleared her throat.

"Sir, what exactly is the case?" Parker asked and Phil looked startled, seeming to have forgotten she was there. She now noticed that he was holding a stack of papers and he laid them out over the table.

"Apparently, there's been a string of deaths in New Orleans that are unexplained. People going missing. Turning up dead. You would never notice unless you were looking," Phil said and rubbed his chin. Parker's eyes were drawn to the pictures and she tried hard not to react.

Puncture holes were on the necks of some victims, absent on others. Parker closed her eyes as she realized the culprit. Vampires. She did not want this subject to pop back up in S.H.I.E.L.D. They already had their eye on her. She cleared her throat, trying to seem normal. She needed to to show Claudia when she got back.

"Well...I think I'll take these home to look over and-"

"You wouldn't mind if I tagged along too, right?" Natasha interrupted, "I think it would be best if we came to conclusions together." Parker hesitantly nodded but inside she felt sick. This is the Black Widow, and if she hadn't noticed that Parker was hiding something now, she certainly would then.

"Great! Coulson, we'll keep you updated," Natasha said, and Phil seemed to be looking at her with complete confusion. She tilted her head in his direction and he was suddenly out of the room as fast as a vampire. She turned back to Parker and smirked.

Now that was not suspicious at all.

~~~

Parker's Apartment

Natasha

Natasha looked around the apartment of her new "partner" and was disappointed at how...normal she seemed. It was simple, but homey. A dash of personality here and there. But Natasha knew better than to take in just the surface.

"Would you like some pop? I have a few flavors...if you drink that," Came Clemente's voice and Natasha almost smiled. Almost. Parker's voice reminded her of Steve. Natasha thought back to what Clemente's file had said. She had been top of her class at the Academy. She showed top unprecedented scores in strength and combat. Natasha only knew one other person who ranked that high. 

Suddenly, getting an idea, Natasha took another look around. Most of Clemente's photos were in black and white. She was extremely tidy and there was nothing too priceless. It was almost too tidy, just like certain super-soldier she knew.

"Where are you from? I'm hearing an accent," Natasha said as she walked over to a small photo on the wall. There was a young woman with dark hair and two boys laughing, their outfits overly proper for this era. A closer look revealed that the woman, although blurred, looked very much like Clemente.

"Oh, that's just my mom. We look a lot alike," Natasha didn't turn to her and instead kept her eyes on the photo, "I brought you some soda, hope you like-"

"I think you left the papers downstairs. I haven't seen them," She remarked quickly and looked behind her to see Clemente's nose scrunch up in confusion. Natasha had made sure to distract Clemente long enough while she was parking for her to hide the papers in the car. Clemente just put her hand to her forehead and laughed.

"Shoot. I'll be right back, just stay...here," Her voice wavered and it sounded like she would rather not leave Natasha alone in her apartment. When the door closed, Natasha walked to the bedroom. The same as the rest of the house, tidy and simple. There weren't many belongings thrown around, but knickknacks here and there. Some looked older and worn out. Natasha walked to the bureau and there was a small, red car that resembled an older race car. There as a set of pearls wrapped around a picture frame of a black and white photo of two women. One was the woman who Clemente claimed was her mother. Next to her was a young woman with paler skin and curled short brown hair. They were both wearing uniforms and but the woman on the right had the name Carter. Natasha moved on, still confused as to why Clemente would have so many pictures of her mom's life. 

A photo on the bedside table caught her eye and she picked it up. It was a black and white picture of another woman and two young blond curly-haired children. The woman in this photo was older, with curly brown hair. She shared some facial similarities with Clemente but they still looked very different. She turned over the photo and saw the name Lovell scribbled on it.

Lovell? What an odd name.

What was even more confusing was that the young girl looked like the girl in the first picture with the two boys, just younger. Another image of Clemente's mother? No. It couldn't be.

Natasha was about to turn back to go to the living room when she saw a chain on the floor. Picking it up, she froze at the name. Pocketing it, she only knew two thing as she left Clemente Parker's apartment.

Clemente Parker was not who she said she was and Clemente Parker should be considered a threat.  

~~~

Hello lovely readers! It's been a while. Hope your summers were amazing! Mine was very busy so I could not update as much but I am getting back into it. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and don't forget to leave a comment to let me know your thoughts! Did you like to see Natasha? Whose name is on the dog tags? Again, thank you so much for reading. I am so happy with all the views and appreciate it so much! Stay tuned and don't forget to check out the blog! (link in profile!)

Bielle ❣

Gif is not mine!