One hell of a month, really. Natasha had hoped that becoming a global fugitive overnight would have been her last trick for a while. But as always, life seemed to have other plans for her. She hadn't thought that she would ever hear from Yelena again. Or that the Red Room was still active and significantly broadened in scope. It sort of had a way of making the global fugitive thing seem inconsequential. The chemical subjugation the new classes of Widows had been put through was unthinkinable. So was the damage that they could do if left unchecked.
And she knew it was, in many ways, her fault. She'd broken the hold Dreykov had on her. She'd escaped. Only now it felt like she'd never truly be free of the Red Room.
There was only one person she could think of that would understand. One place she could go when she and Yelena agreed to split up temporarily to reduce the chances of Dreykov getting his hands on the antidote. Which led her to a run down apartment block in Eastern Europe. Natasha left two deactivated Widow's bites hidden in the stairwell as she made her way up and took the liberty of letting herself into his apartment.
It was tempting to poke around because it the same way it always was, but she resisted the urge. Instead she sat in a chair facing the door and put one foot on the table next to the vials of antidote she'd taken with her. Her eyes closed as she turned over the extremely limited options ahead of her. It wasn't long before she heard steps outside and she opened her eyes as the door swung open. Her mouth curled in a half smile as she met Bucky's eyes. Despite the bravado of it, she was visibly exhausted.
"What's a fella like you doing in a place like this?"
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One hell of a month, really. Natasha had hoped that becoming a global fugitive overnight would have been her last trick for a while. But as always, life seemed to have other plans for her. She hadn't thought that she would ever hear from Yelena again. Or that the Red Room was still active and significantly broadened in scope. It sort of had a way of making the global fugitive thing seem inconsequential. The chemical subjugation the new classes of Widows had been put through was unthinkinable. So was the damage that they could do if left unchecked.
And she knew it was, in many ways, her fault. She'd broken the hold Dreykov had on her. She'd escaped. Only now it felt like she'd never truly be free of the Red Room.
There was only one person she could think of that would understand. One place she could go when she and Yelena agreed to split up temporarily to reduce the chances of Dreykov getting his hands on the antidote. Which led her to a run down apartment block in Eastern Europe. Natasha left two deactivated Widow's bites hidden in the stairwell as she made her way up and took the liberty of letting herself into his apartment.
It was tempting to poke around because it the same way it always was, but she resisted the urge. Instead she sat in a chair facing the door and put one foot on the table next to the vials of antidote she'd taken with her. Her eyes closed as she turned over the extremely limited options ahead of her. It wasn't long before she heard steps outside and she opened her eyes as the door swung open. Her mouth curled in a half smile as she met Bucky's eyes. Despite the bravado of it, she was visibly exhausted.
"What's a fella like you doing in a place like this?"