I was walking through the streets of New York. It was nighttime and not many people were out. I usually go out every night and walk around : enjoy the city.
I had recently escaped the red room and found a apartment in New York. It was a nice apartment and it was open. I had all the money in world and I rewarded myself with a nice apartment. It was a penthouse apartment and had one big master bed room, a office, big laid out kitchen, and a nice and cosy living space.
I had entered the elevator and was on my floor. As I walked towards my door I noticed it was slightly opened. Not many people would have noticed but considering I was a highly trained spy, it was easy for me to spot it out.
I entered the apartment with caution and looked around for any suspicious activity. I heard movement and then I noticed a knife coming towards my face. I caught the knife and looked around for anyone who would have thrown it.
"Alright I think it's better if you just go ahead and come out. You don't want me to find you." I walked into the living room and noticed someone sitting on my couch. They stood up and I recognized them but I couldn't remember their name. I kept my distance.
"Why are you in my apartment and why did you throw a knife at me and then hide." The woman smiled and I looked at her she had blonde hair and I face I couldn't forget. "I'm not hiding and I threw it to get your attention even though you already knew I was here." Her voice sounded the same as before
"You didn't answer the first question." She bit the inside of her lip " I'm here because I need your help" she came closer. "And what would that be" I knew it would be something difficult. "I'm in town to kill the person that killed my sister and I need your help because well we have a good past and I know who you are."
I couldn't grasp the thought of her being here. I missed her voice, the blonde hair, the sense of humor, that smirk, it was Yelena.
The same Yelena that I was best friends with in the red room. No it couldn't be she disappeared five years ago. I thought she was dead. Before she had disappeared, we had become close and I had produced feelings for her. She had a new style and her personality changed in some way.
"Yelena, there's no way, you have been gone for five years. And I thought you were dead." She came closer. "Well guess what I'm not and I'm back I don't how I'm back but I am." I was shocked. I had went through so much pain because she disappeared and it took me a while to get over it.
A tear fell from my eye. She came closer and now her hand was on my face. She wiped the tear away. "Please don't cry dekta, you know I hate to see you cry." She pulled me into a hug and I held on to her.
"You we're gone lena and I looked everywhere for you and I tried but you never came back." Tears were now flowing down my face. "I know baby but I'm here now and I need your help killing the bastard that killed Natasha."
I looked up at her "Natasha's dead" she nodded her head. I was in disbelief because Natasha was also one of my friends in the red room and she was always so strong and independent that I never thought of her dying.
Yelena grabbed my face "I missed you so much dekta." She pulled me into a kiss. I had missed her touch her everything.
"Okay I'll help you kill them" she smiled and gave me another kiss.
