When Clint Barton awoke the next morning he was covered in a fine layer of sweat.
He had never been so close to his death before and been so vulnerable.
Deciding the leave the room long behind, Clint finds a new place to lay low for a while. He didn't know how Katya found him so easily and how his food was tampered with but he wasn't going to risk staying in the same place.
No one spared him a second look as he quickly made his way through the streets of Budapest except for a woman, hidden out of view and a small coffee shop.
Her red hair was cropped short and like the other widow, her lips painted a deep red. She could feel a thin layer of sweat building on her upper lip and above her brow but she did nothing about it.
Clint glances her way briefly, taking notice of her casually nursing a cold cup of coffee. He wipes his forehead, clearing the perspiration from it.
Better hidden, Katya watched them both. Not a drop of the salt water touching her pale skin.
She was surprised to see Natalia but it didn't change her resolve.
Not one bit.
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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
