Painting her lips red was a form of battle paint.
She religiously applied it before every mission. The people she worked with often laughed at her or made fun of her womanly habit but they didn't laugh for long. Especially when they were dead.
It soon became known as her calling card.
She didn't kiss her victims. Didn't leave her red lip prints at the scene.
No, but they remembered it. The people who hired her often recalled the scarily methodical way she applied the lacquer in one fell swoop. Not a single pigment going outside of the lines.
Now, painting her lips the crimson color, she was ready to take down the man who had been tailing her for weeks.
She had allowed him to follow. Allowed him to see her change from black to blonde. And now she had all she wanted from him and it was time for him to die.
Turning on her heel she leaves the hotel room, leaving the door open behind her. She didn't have anything to leave behind.
Budapest was a small place but it wouldn't take long for her to find her target. He hadn't strayed far during his time of observation.
With her blonde hair secured in a bun and her lips the signature red, she was ready to kill Clint Barton.
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Red Houses . II
Fanfiction"Katya Kovalik what do you know of her?" Blood red lips split into a smile, eyes glistening with devious intent. Red Room Volume II Based on Marvel's Red Room and Black Widow
