Run; K. Bishop¹ ✓

Eighteen.

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN----▹ 

"You," Iskra said her eyes landing on an all too familiar face. "Litlle Iskra...not so little anymore are we?" the man with the thick Russian accent spoke,  "And your hero Natasha, not here to save you anymore." Iskra's eyes had a purple glow to them as her anger built up, "Don't talk about her like that." Iskra could still hear crashing and fighting from both ends of the earpiece but she couldn't help either of them for now. "What in the hell do you want from me, Mikhail?" she asked, "Dreykov is dead. I thought I was done with creepy old men...I guess I'm not. Are you still stealing defenseless girls from their beds or..." Iskra asked, "I was only a baby when you stole me away from my family, I was barely one..." Iskra said shaking her head.

"A little help...either one of you?" Kate pleaded, darting away from another one of Maya's punches, "I'm a little busy Kate." Iskra mumbled. "You were not stolen." Mikhail smirked, "What do you mean 'not stolen'?" Iskra asked, trying to block all emotion from her voice, "You're mother hand-delivered you to us...willingly." he shrugged, "You're lying. Plus that woman never really was my mother if she did that." Iskra said, willing her voice not to break.

"Who was then...Natasha Romanoff?" he paused, "Natalia never really was your mother, and Maria never will be." tears threatened to spill out of Iskra's eyes, "That hurt." Iskra heard in her earpiece not really following the commotion very well.  "What do you want from me?" she asked, purple energy prepared at the tips of her fingers, "Your father was never told of your existence, he still doesn't know to this day. But he is a lot closer than you think." the Russian Man shrugged, "You're stalling." she spat, the hidden Russian accent slipping through her speech, Iskra moved her hands, purple blobs of energy forming, but before she could do anything she felt a large sharp pain go right through her torso. She gasped in pain the world around her blurring a bit, "Fucking hell" she spoke in Russian.

Meanwhile on the rooftop...

The figure dressed all in black pulled her gun on Kate, and Clint carefully stepped between the two his arms out in surrender, but Maya came swinging down onto the rooftop kicking the figure in the head, knocking the gun away from her.

Kate and the figure's gaze landed on the gun at the same time, and they both went for it, Kate managing to step on the tip of it and send it flying to the ground. The figure's movements were extremely smooth, and graceful, practically effortless, as they went after Clint again.