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'You know where to find me. <3' was handwritten in cursive on the back of the card you gave him, along with an address. Parker found out about you through a connection and genuinely was thinking of recruiting an Ex-Widow, but that memory was a blur. One moment he's walking into a shady ass warehouse in the middle of the day, the next he's doing the exact thing he was told to watch out for. His guy called it Scarlet's Web. The most he can recall is walking out of there with lipstick smeared all over his lips and scratches on his back. Truly and only could be the work of the Red Widow.

2023, Madripoor, Club Unknown.

He maneuvered around the energetic crowd and teeth chattering music on all sides of the club when it started to overwhelm him. So, he decided to look around the emptier the halls on the second floor. He would subtlety check each knob on the doors he passed to see if they were locked. Some of them...he didn't necessarily need to check as he could hear the absurdity of what could possibly be happening.

He didn't exactly know what he was trying to accomplish if and/or when he found you. Recruitment? A social call? A booty call? He could've just asked around for "Scarlet." Surely you'd be here by chance, right? Something was drawing him near the lone room on the other side of the floor down a narrow hall. Parker knew he shouldn't snoop around where he could easily be walking into a trap but it was his gut making his legs move.

He knocked a few times before entering. An empty, lavishly decorated office before him. It was gorgeous; roomy. Golds and reds and blues everywhere, the floors were marble, and there was even a mini jacuzzi a few feet behind the desk. At least that's what it looked like.

That's all he was supposed to do. Admire the view for a bit then dip. Not walk further in and take in the rest of the place. He couldn't help himself. This was exactly what he wanted in life. To be rich and show for it.

Click.

He froze.

"You're not supposed to be in here." the voice behind him said. Female voice. Thick accent. He slowly raised his hands in surrender and gulped. "Turn around." Parker carefully turned around with his hands still up. His eyes landed on you with a silent feeling of relief.

"Oh, shit." you said while lowering the gun from between his eyes. "Hoodie? What are you doing here?"

The immediate shift in attitude shook him internally. He was almost sure you wouldn't recognize him as it's been about a year since you've met and you looked more gorg- intimidating than you did back then. He was aware you could dress to the nines but god damn you were making that satin red dress with a slit up to your thigh work like it was going out of style tomorrow.

"Came here looking for you." he lowered his hands and looked around sheepishly. "Didn't mean to barge into your office like that."