The lost Widow - Natasha Romanoff x Female

Chapter III

Warning: Russian translation with the help of a translator.

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"Ninja ZX-10R." With broken English and a proud grin, Katerina presented her the vehicle.
The motorbike was shiny black and completely out of place in the run-down shed.
"Я не ездил на нем уже много лет, не знаю, работает ли он еще." ("I haven't driven it in years, don't know if it still works.") Nina remained silent. Her hand rested on the dog's warm head, which stood next to her, nestled against her legs.
"И что?" (" So?") Katerina seemed to be expecting a reaction. "И что с того?" ("So what?"), she asked, more confused than rude. "Вы берете его." ("You take it.") The woman said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Что? Почему я должен его брать?" ("What? Why should I take it?")
"Мне это не нужно." ("I don't need it.")
"Зачем она мне нужна?" ("Why would I need it?"), Nina replied, still more confused than malicious. Katerina didn't answer, just gave her a meaningful look. Her water-coloured eyes seemed to scan her. The black coat that hung loosely on her body, even over the seemingly incredibly scratchy woollen jumper. Some of the snow caught in the folds had melted in the warmth of the hut, leaving even darker stains on the fabric. The hood was raised to protect the back of her head and neck from the cold wind. One cold hand in her pocket, the other in the dog's fur, Nina stood in the small shed. "Вам нравится ходить по морозу?" ("You like walking in the cold?") She didn't expect an answer. "См. Возьми, мне все равно не понадобится." ("See. Take it, I won't need it anyway.") A clear hint of triumph gleamed in the woman's bright eyes, something teasing.

If Grigory was a cat, he would have purred. As it was, he merely closed his eyes contentedly and leaned his broad head against Nina's hip. "Если он не работает?" ("If it doesn't work?")

The engine roared through the cold air of the small hut. With a meaningful look, Katerina removed the key again. The engine stopped. When she climbed off the motorbike, she had nothing left of the frail old woman she had been on the short journey from her armchair, out and through the fresh snow, to the shed. Anyone would have taken pity on this woman, taken her handbag and helped her across the road. The woman standing in front of her now would have been held open by anyone for fear of the consequences of not doing so.

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With her limbs stiffened by the cold wind, she got off her motorbike. The matt black machine was well hidden behind a conspicuously low high seat in one of the many coniferous forests in the north of Russia.
The warmth that had been coursing through her body 40 minutes ago - only thanks to the hot tea after the cold shower - had completely evaporated.
She had gotten the motorbike shortly after settling into the small hut.

She checked the fit of her suit again. The smooth black material clung to her body like a second skin. Her pale skin was only visible on her face, under the fingerless gloves and on the small part of her neck that wasn't covered. The suit, a one-piece suit, had a high collar and she had pulled the zip up as far as it would go. About four centimetres below the bone, the collar followed the sharp curve of her jawline. Small and wafer-thin armour plates adorned the fabric around her throat, a larger one lay across her chest, reaching to her right shoulder, but so flawlessly worked into the suit that it was barely noticeable. Only three fingers on her left hand were completely covered in fabric; the middle finger and its two neighbours.
Everything fitted like a glove. Nina let the key fall to the ground and kicked it into a small hole in the ground, a bit of foliage, earth and snow on top. That would have to be enough, now all she could do was hope that no madman strayed in here.

She crept quietly through the forest, always keeping close to the trunks. They offered her safety, both a visual cover and an escape route. Although the first branches of most of the large trees only hung at a height of 3 metres, it would not have been the first time that she had climbed such a tree. Hopefully she wouldn't have to do it today.
The dark colour of her suit made her blend in with her surroundings. Even though it was early in the day and already quite light, the thick snow on the dense treetops only allowed the slightest rays of light through to the forest floor.