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Inessa walked through the plain halls of red room

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Inessa walked through the plain halls of red room. Stopping by the small window watching as trainees stopped to look at her. Fear struck in there eyes as she watched them. A smirk grew upon her lips as she gave a short nod before continuing to walk down the hall. Ignoring the multiple soldiers backing away from the girl slightly as she held no expression on her face. She just rolled her eyes and kept walking.
As the widow moved to walk down the hall she stopped by a small curtain door. The sounds of fighting hidden behind it. A small frown graced her lips as she stepped inside. Seeing the back of her girlfriends head reveal itself as she pulled back the curtain. Upon the screen in-front of her was a video of Natasha Romanoff fighting during her time within red room and further. Allowing any information on her fighting tactics store into her memory.
"You know you don't need to watch that anymore." She stated walking into the room. Task master turned to her slowly looking at the white haired girl held the vials in her hand. Sending her a smile.
"We don't have to worry about them anymore." She smiled walking over. Placing the vials back into her pocket. Moving to stand in-front of the person in the mask. Slowly bending into a crouch.

    "Oh! Is this the girlfriend?" Rebekah questioned quickly turning to the widows who just shrugged.
    "Its taskmaster. So i'm guessing yes." Melina commented with a short shrug.

Reaching her hands behind the mask. Scanning her fingers. A small click heard releasing the mask from its suit.
"You best be smiling under there." Inessa smirked slowly lifting the helmet. Revealing Antonia. Dreykov's daughter. Smiling back at the white haired widow.
"Hello красивая." Inessa smiled placing the helmet down beside the girl. [ Translation: "beautiful." ] Slowly lifting her free hand to run it down the side of her face.

    "Oh my god! It is her girlfriend!" Caroline squealed moving to clutch onto Bonnies arm.
    "Can someone translate what she called her?" Josie added as a smile grew on her lips.
    "She called her beautiful." Natasha responded back to the girl with a replicated smile.
The girls in the room let out another squeal at the compliment the Widow had gifted her girlfriend.

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