Different Memories

Once

The hotel in Budapest, Jun 1998
It was a hard fight. He was good. No, excellent. The first one to be her equal. Who was he? And more important: Why was his picture in her pendant? "Nat, come one, ya know I don't want to do this. We don't have to fight. We could just stop" he said gently after some time, blocking her hits. "You can snap out of it. I know it. Please Nat..." "Whoever this Nat is, she's not me! So stop this bullshit" The Widow scoffed. Having a picture of him or not, it didn't matter. He was in her way, even tried to kill her. Or would still do. Therefore he was to be eliminated.

The hotel in Budapest, Jun 1998
Hearing her words tore at his abused and never fully healed heart. But it also cleared his head. "So they won and she's gone" Clint voiced sadly. "Then there's no reason not to go through with this" And with that he pinned her against the wall, a knife over her heart. He was just about to sink it into her chest when his hand lost all tension. The blade clattered onto the ground uselessly. "I can't do this. I just can't", he whispered, more to himself than to her. Taking his last chance he looked deep into her emerald eyes.

The hotel in Budapest, Jun 1998
"Please, Natalia, my love, I beg you" her opponent pleaded, locking his eyes with hers. The name stirred something in the Widow. A memory of a memory, nothing more. A woman and a man, her parents? Too fast it was gone again. Then she noticed it. The small silver pendant around his neck. It was so similiar to hers. The same shape and ornaments. Only that his had an engraved griffon and her's a hawk and was from gold where his was silver. Unconciously her hand wandered to her pendant. She watched with fascination as his mirrored the motion. "Come back to me Natalia, please, I beg you" he pleaded again. Only that now he kissed her. And with that in her mind all hell broke loose.