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natasha moved with calculated steps, listening for anything that blatantly gave away your position. you were in the apartment. she knew; it was your apartment in budapest. it didn't take her long to pin your location.
she crept down the hallway, arms taut as she held her weapon. ❝Y/L/N?❞ she called out when she couldn't hear you. a beat of doubt crossed her mind when she approached the kitchen door, thinking you weren't really in here.
just as her arms began to relax, your figure flashed on the other side of the threshold, your own hands grasping a pistol tightly. a smirk tugged on her lips as you stared her down. she missed that stare.
❝hey, nat. starting to think i wasn't here?❞ you asked in your own sultry tone. she gave a tiny shrug.
❝somewhat,❞ she replied, lips tugging towards one cheek in a sly grin.
you tilted your head back in your usual cocky fashion.
