𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐖- 𝘉𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴

сорок шесть- 46

When the group arrived, they were quite surprised as to where the agent was holding up. For someone who's been in hiding for some time, she sure does have a polished building. But then Lana thought about her home in Russia. The amount of improvement you could do while being a wanted woman was quite incredible.

"Looks like breaking all those laws is treating you well." Sam voiced, "I thought if I had to hustle, might as well enjoy the life of a real hustler. You know how much I'll get for a real Monet?" Shannon said "deactivate your hustle mode. You sell fake Monets."

"Money is money." Lana said and shot the agent a wink, to which she grinned at. "She means real. This gallery is specialized in stolen artwork. Monet. Van Gogh. Classics." The know it all said. Sam looked defeated as everyone agreed with Shannon.

"It's true. You know, half the artwork in museums like the Louvre is fake. Real stuff sits in places like this." Bucky said from beside Lana one hand on her back.

Sam turned to look at the Widow raising an eyebrow, she raised one back "they're right, unfortunately for you birdy, you're wrong." She send him a sarcastic smile. He huffed out a laugh. Pulling out his phone.

"Okay, guys, I see what you're doing. You're more worldly than good old Sam." Bucky encouraged Lana to start walking, "yeah. What's google say?" The solder said rather smugly. Lana clapped her hands on his shoulder as she walked past him. Sam quietly hissed, knowing she didn't have the intentions to hurt him. She mumbled a quick sorry and picked up the pace.

Bucky frowned at her quick change of behavior. He would have to sit down and talk to her when they have a moment to spare.

"You guys need to change. I'm hosting clients in an hour." Thank God. Despite what had happened in that room with Bucky the Widow was still not used to having her arms exposed. It made her fell self conscious, she knew what the whispers said and she really wish she didn't. Then she thinks of James and the constant reassurance, comfort and support he would provide her with. It made the Widow feel so many emotions.. emotions that she hasn't felt in years and that scared her.

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The Agent led them further into the building, "Take your pick, spare rooms just around the corner." Lana thanked the woman and looked through the racks of clothes. She picked up a simple long sleeved shirt, as well as some wide leg trousers. Lana took her stuff and walked away into the spare bedroom, not bothering to lock the door.

After fixing herself up she sat on the bed in silence, still trying to wrap her head around the events that occurred only hours ago.

Lana knew that this would be the end of her.

The end of the Red Widow.

She had too many past problems that they're all finally catching up to her. What she wanted to know was how? she watched Anton take his last breaths, watched the red room fall from the sky and admired how it burned. Not only that..he was sacrificng more little girls to kill for him, to free him from his burdens. But she knew she couldn't watch as history repeated itself, she needs Anton dead.

Lana wanted his blood on her hands. Every. last. drop. Nothing will stop her from getting what she wants. So she sat for a while more, picturing how she would kill him, how she would make him suffer just like she did.

A knock on the door interrupted the widows thought process, "Come in." she watched the door open, revealing Bucky "Hey." his tone was soft when he spoke, just like it always was when he spoke to her. "Everything alright?" asked the Widow, he closed the door before speaking "I'm alright, but I know your not." anyone can see how stressed the Widow has been and she promised him a conversation. "Right as always." she patted the spot next to her, wanting to be close to him. Once he was sat, she rested her head on his shoulder , just as he intertwined their hands.

"Talk to me sweetheart." his thumb rubbed soothing circles across her hands, there was a short pause for a moment, Bucky knew she would speak up when she's ready "She said 'he's back'. That's what she told me. After what happened I can't see why it wouldn't be true. I just.. I know he won't stop until he gets what he wants... and I'm just so tired." she stressed.

He tensed up for a moment, stopping his movement so he would look at her instead.

"You're not alone, you know that right? You have Me, Sam, your family. We will help." he was so determined to make sure she survived, it made her sad "I know, but I can't have you doing that for me. It's not safe." the last time she brought someone she cared about on her revenge missions, they ended up dead because of her.

His hands traveled towards her jaw, making her look at him "And I can't risk loosing you, Lana, you mean too much to me." her own hands covered his "I know, but there's a possibility that I might not make it back.. I just don't want that-" he interrupted her "Which is why you should let us help you. Sweetheart, please just at least consider it an option, because I know you would do the same for anyone of us. look at you right now, helping Sam with this chaotic mess, you didn't have to but you did."

The widows eyes watered not used to this kind of care and devotion since Lucas, she placed her forehead against his a way of showing her love. Something that he must've caught onto since he tried to move them closer together, if that was even possible.

"Thank you." Lana said as his lips moved dangerously close to her own, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed her. She kissed him back without a second thought, soaking up every moment knowing that they won't get this much peace again for a while. As they pulled apart from one another he moved to rest his head against hers once more.

"Anything for you."

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A/N- after a while I finally updated🍾 I hope everyone had a lovely Christmas and new years!! Hopefully I'll be a bit more constant with my chapters. Love to all who are still reading🩷🎀

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