The Widow's Belladonna (Natasha Romanoff X Fem)

Greg

Theo's eyes narrow in a glare as she peers at the drunkard swaying subtly. His gruff patched beard reaping in liquor as his intense red hair matted with a week's old body odor. She raises her brow, "Greg," she greets protectively holding Talia's hand. She blocks the man's view purposely and a comforting squeeze from Talia made her relax a little.

"Hey, I'm... I know you don't want anything to do with me. I... just... was wondering..." Greg stutters his eyes unsteady as he sweats intensely, "how Amara was doing?"

Theodora's glare intensifies without a mention of his son. She stares into the man's green eyes, "she's doing just fine Gregory," she returns.

Greg smiles softly, "I thought so. I... know you despise me for what I did to her. I know it's a far reach but I just wanted to know if she ever thinks of me?" he groan licking his dry lips.

Theo glances back at Talia, "sweets could you take..."

Without hesitation, Talia squeezes her hand slightly, "we will be by the playground," she interrupts.

Theo smiles and nods before her hand grasps Talia's cheek for a kiss, "see you in a minute," she whispers.

"See you in a minute," Talia returns with another chaste kiss.

Theo watches the woman walk away before turning towards the drunk.

"Lovely family you have there," Greg comments.

"Thank you," Theo replies thinking about the comment without recognition that he sired the little boy. She shrugs lightly at the far off coincidence that Rory does in fact look like Natalia. She calms her flaring temper before nodding to Greg, "I can't voice any words on Amara's behalf," she returns.

Greg steps to Theo aggressively, "I just want to know," he blurts.

Theo masked the grimace from his disgusting smell of a whiskey bottle, looking him squarely in his eyes, "Greg you need to calm yourself. This isn't the time or place," she warns.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Greg hiss looking around him. His sorry state of sadness transformed into the tales Amara would console in her hiding embarrassing secrets. Her suspicions of Greg's unruly beatings had no confirmations until Theo had seen his eyes glaze over. His fists were white knuckled and he shook immensely. "Tell me where she is," he commands.

Belladonna didn't waver for she had gone through much worse. She glared, "Greg," she says before she seen his fist rearing back.

At the last second as he plunged his fist toward, she moves fluidly dodging his strike. Her arm locks his thrown fist before she turns catching his wrist with the other and pinned it to his back. Her jaw tick with anger, she flushed herself against his back to conceal her iron grip as he grimace. She pushes him into the side alley near them where he stumbled onto his ass.

Theo takes deep breaths standing over the man who was coughing, "I am ashamed that it has to amount to this," she starts taking another step towards him, "if I ever see you near Amara, breath the same air as her, be in the same vicinity as her, or even look at her, I swear I will beat you to a pulp like you have done numerous times to that woman," she sneers as he stiffens. Her nose flare with confirmation as she took another step forward, "she didn't have to tell me about those bruises she had, she didn't even mention them. She consoled in solitude and behind closed doors only to smile when she was around me. Amara deserves more and you will not stop her from finding true happiness. So consider this your last warning, forget about her, disappear Greg or I will finish what I have started today," she finishes before turning back to the street leaving his dusty ass on the ground.

Her temper was through the roof as she could feel the fires radiating an immeasurable amount of joules. She veered off into another darkened alley striding towards the end till she was unseen. She plunges her fists through the bricks over and over again wishing she had done the man in. The last of her anger until she was breathing heavy. Her fist were in bad shape bleeding a crimson red she hadn't seen in a while. Her eyes trailed over the crumbling bricks as she left. Her hands tucked into the pockets of her jeans jacket as she walked off towards the sinks for a wash.