" we are not who we used to be "
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in which romanoff decides that enough is enough, and she risks everything to bring back the one she did all this for
BOOK THREE | Natasha Romanoff |
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washington america
AFTER natasha
"Hello little mouse."
Galina stood frozen, dark eyes on me. The pale skin of hers seemed to be even paler, her hair darker then I remembered. She looked older but she still was beautiful.
"You're a hard person to find, you know that?" I asked tentatively, approaching her slowly. I wanted to trust her desperately but I had been trained never to trust first.
Galina still didn't say anything. Her eyes were wide and locked onto me. I wanted to know what she was thinking. I wanted to know what she was feeling. I wanted her to say something, to say anything.
"Are you going to say something?" I asked.
Galina again didn't speak. Slowly though, she moved the half of her body back into the room. I kept the gun on her, watching for any reason to pull the trigger. I didn't want to. But I had to keep myself safe.
She looked beautiful. She looked at beautiful as the day I last saw her. The day I told her that I loved her. She looked exactly like the picture Athena had showed me. God, it had been so long. I missed her face.
In my brief few seconds of admiring her beauty, Galina must have noticed my distraction. She acted quickly and pushed the dresser forward, sending drawers and the dresser itself into me. The gym fell from my hand as my body collided with the floor and I groaned loudly when the dresser hit my body.
She took off and I used my strength to move the heavy dresser and get out from underneath it. I didn't think the grab the gun as I followed her into the kitchen.
My mind registered her grabbing a knife before my body did and I stumbled to a stop. "Don't do this. I just want to talk."
"Заткнись!" She yelled, lunging forward and attempting to get at my throat.
I moved backwards, almost losing my balance in the process. I tried to look for anything to protect myself with but she had cornered me in the tiny living room.
"Galina, please..." She came forward and I fell backwards, over the back of the couch and onto the wooden coffee table. I heard glass break but I couldn't see what broke.
An angry yell signaled Galina's proximity to me and before I had a chance to counter attack she was on top of me, holding the knife to my throat.
I dropped my hands in an attempt to show I surrender. The green of my eyes met the black of hers and we both paused, breathing heavily.
