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CHAPTER TWO
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IVANNA JOLTED AWAKE, sitting up straighter in her seat on the train as her blue eyes darted every which way. She didn't know exactly how long she'd been on the train, only that she was waiting to get off in Budapest. When T'Challa had alerted her of the summons she'd received from Natasha, she was doubtful. But there were certain things that only Natasha could ever know. Ivanna's location with Steve was one of them. She hadn't told Steve; she couldn't. It would get him wrapped up in something far bigger than him. Screw previous fights with aliens and other super soldiers. The Red Room was a different battle, one Ivanna had to fight alone. She couldn't let Steve end up entangled in the childhood she'd been forced to endure. So, Ivanna had snuck out during the night when Steve was sleeping-leaving him with a brief note and a kiss on the cheek. A note was far from adequate, but some knowledge of where she'd run off to was better than none.
Ivanna dragged her hand down her face and stood when a Russian voice came over the speakers of the train, announcing the next stop. She had finally reached Budapest. She sighed and shuffled through the train, pushing through people and clutching her bag tight. She'd memorized the coordinates Natasha had sent her, destroying the evidence of them as soon as possible. The last thing they needed was dealing with more of Ross. Ivanna was swift as she made her way out of the train station, avoiding the eyes of other travelers as she pushed her way through the crowd. Ivanna had destroyed any technology that was directly hers and had gotten a few burner phones so she could dispose of them while in Hungary. The blonde tuned out the sounds of people talking, as well as the announcements being made by the people who worked at the station, while she pushed out of the building and onto the streets of Budapest.
Ivanna roamed around the streets for a while, her hands crammed into her pockets while she scanned the parking spaces for a faster way to get to her destination. Ivanna had no luck and was nowhere near interested in stealing from someone. Ivanna kept her head low and continued down the sidewalk, avoiding making eye contact with anyone. None of these people would be on her side if they knew who she was.
Ivanna only stopped when she stood outside of an old apartment complex. She raised her gaze to the stop, taking in the height while she sighed deeply and lowered her eyes back down to the door. She could turn back at this rate, but she also knew she couldn't let Natasha down. Ivanna and Natasha were both fugitives, and Natasha wouldn't bring Ivanna to Budapest if it wasn't important. Because both knew that two widows in one place only raises targets on their backs, no matter the new identity.
The blonde continued forward, walking to the door and pushing it open. The lobby area was empty, showing just how old and how few people would be in the building. She glanced around briefly before moving toward the elevator. Ivanna walked in. As she reached the floor she wanted, Ivanna found herself reaching into the back of her waistband for her gun. Ivanna paused at the front door of the apartment she wanted, holding her gun in the direction of the handle as she gripped it and began twisting the knob.
