“You still owe me. I’m here to collect the favor”

Your eyes widened as you saw Natalia… Or Natasha… Whatever she was going by nowadays. You knew the Government was after her but you didn’t expect her to remember you. You didn’t want her to remember you. You didn’t want your past with the Red Room ever to reach the surface again… But here was another widow, in combat gear and bleeding. The same upperclassman that had saved you in the Red Room.

“What do you need?”

Natasha pushed past you and walked into your home. She had known about your rebranding... How you tried to bury your past and act like normal. But she didn't care. She needed help and you were one of her few contacts she had left... Not that she had your contact... She just knew your whereabouts.

"Whatever you can grab... Alcohol... Hydrogen peroxide..."

She could tell you didn't want her here. The way your eyes stared at her made it clear.