SEPTEMBER 17, 2002. That was the day she was born. That was the day she was sent to the red room. Dreykov wanted to see what an assassin would be like if she was trained from the moment a girl was born.

"Dreykov wants a newborn. Irina Petrov has been trying to end the red room for years. Our goal is to eliminate her and take her child." A girl, about 12 years old with a thick Russian accent spoke into the comms, before going through the vents to find the child.

Because that's what Dreykov wanted. And he always got what he wanted.

The girl kicked the vent down and jumped down. She saw many young ones but then she saw the last name of clover written on the front. She grabbed the child and jumped back up into the vent.

She saw nurses and doctors starting to rush to the girl's room before she put the vent cover back up. "Good work, Alyona." She heard through the comms. She knew Petrov was dead.

The girl who escaped held the baby in one arm as she slid to the vent she saw the other widow. She put the child down, got out herself, then pulled the child out of the vents. She held her close until she made it back and had to give her to Dreykov. She didn't want to, but she had no choice. No one did except for him.

"Has she been named?" Dreykov asked the widow, walking up to her. She shook her head. Dreykov looked at the child.

"Well, what would you like to name her, Yelena?" Dreykov said, showing her face to the girl.

Yelena thought for a moment. "Sonya." Dreykov nodded before she was sent back to the train.

"You're going to do wonderful things, Sonya." He muttered before he put her in a crib, where she was forced to watch videos that would boost her intelligence.

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As soon as she was able to walk, she was watching the widows fight each other in the same room. She would watch the cartoons making her in sync with everyone else. She saw the older kids shoot their guns, almost always hitting the direct target.

The widows saw her watch them practice. Her eyes stayed cold. She was meant to deal with this her whole life, so they didn't know how she would react. All the widows knew is that she seemed ready to become a widow.

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Her first mission was in Yekaterinburg.

"Excuse me, ma'am, can you help me? I need to show you something. It's really scary and no one will help me" she asked the lady. She nodded as sonya grabbed her hand and pulled her to an alleyway.

"What did you want me to," she asked before she was attacked from behind by a widow. A knife was pulled on her while Sonya climbed a ladder to the top of the building since her work was done.

Her job was simple: lure in an adult, claiming she needs the target's help. Get the target to an alleyway only for them to be killed by the older widows. She seemed to be quite the actress, but she did this because she wasn't trying to become one of Dreykov's enemies.

She was four.

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She started her training on how to fight like a widow at the age of 5. She would train and learn how to use weapons, and any way to use them to kill someone. Her favorite was the knives.

To her, knives were like the widows. They had value in their sharpness. Sonya had value because of her age. No one would expect a little girl to lure them in just to get stabbed with a knife. Or get shot without remorse.

And that's what Dreykov wanted.

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Sonya was currently training with widows. She was practicing a technique with a knife. They all moved in sync as they got on slid knees and pretend stabbed the air.

"Excuse me. Sonya, it's time." An older widow came in. She looked at her as she waved her to come with her.

Sonya walked to her as they were sent to a hospital room. She looked around at a small bed. She laid down on it as they drew a line on her forehead.

"We will be doing something new, sonya. Just try to relax as the gas makes you fall right asleep." She said as she put a mask on to her mouth. She was soon asleep and they were able to have control over sonya. Once she was awake, she was sent on he first solo mission and she was given the task to kill someone.

She broke the window as she dove into the house." help!" She cried, pretending to act hurt as the target came into her focus.

"Oh shit, Jesus. Are you alright?" He asked helping her to the couch. She pretended to act hurt.

"I'm gonna get you some water and bandages," he said walking away. She followed him quietly as he grabbed the bandages he saw her in the mirror with the gun.

"Hey kid, what are you-"

"Dreykov sends his regards, shield agent." She said before shooting him 3 times. She shot him 3 times because that was how many times he kept getting too close to Dreykov's work.

She was seven years old.

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They made the widow's machines. They started to kill without hesitation. The worst part was they couldn't tell which was their humane or them being controlled.

Sonya couldn't tell what she was. She felt like a monster but this was the only thing she knew how to do. Ever since she was born, she was trained to kill. She had been in the red room for 10 years of her life. She was forced to put these feelings down though, she didn't want dreykov to think that she was wanting to stop.

Because she knew she wouldn't be safe if she did.

She was now assigned to do work with the other best child assassin, Yelena Belova. Yelena didn't know how but sonya always felt familiar with her. She always felt the need to protect her.

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She was 14 now. She was tired. Tired of killing, tired of not being able to make her own decisions. She didn't know who she was. All she knew, was as she was a killer. Always was and always will be. She couldn't be anything else.

She was currently training with a few older widows. She was practicing shooting. She hated it. She was ready to move on with her life but how could she?

She didn't know what to do. She wanted to be free like the widow in the avengers. Except have a normal life.

"Sonya. Dreykov's office. You have a mission." That triggered her to have zero thoughts. She walked in to see Yelena and 2 other widows she worked with.

"I have a job for you all. I need you to get this box from an ex-widow. You will be sent to Morocco" He said, a hologram showing a small briefcase. They nodded and went to grab their things.

Sonya grabbed the essential's widow weapons. She walked over to where Yelena was. The other 2 widows followed behind her.

"As a leader, Sonya will be second in command. The shuttle's going to be here in 5. We leave for morocco." She said. They nodded as they marched outside.

They stood in silence. Then the shuttle came. Widows marched out of it while the new walked in. Olivia's job was to transport us. So it was just 3 widows that would be working on the job.

"We will be there in 3 hours. Get some rest." She said before she started the shuttle. As Sonya heard that she lay down and closed her eyes. She knew she was going to have dreams about what she had done in her past. She didn't mind though.

She forced that pain into power.

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