Seven years had passed since the last day Natasha saw you in the Red Room. The memories of that place still haunted her dreams, but she learned to bury them, to move on. Or, at least, that's what she said to herself. On a sunny afternoon in Florence, Natasha was in the middle of a mission, her watchful eye, as she walked through the park.

Suddenly, a small figure bumped into her. Natasha looked down and saw a little girl, between six and seven years old, with blonde hair and emerald green eyes, like Natasha's. The resemblance was absurd, making your heart beat faster. Before he could process what he was seeing, he heard a familiar voice call the little girl. The voice was soft, but carried a weight of buried memories. Natasha froze when she heard her, every word sounding like an echo of the past.

"It can't be..." She whispered to herself, her eyes widening in disbelief as she slowly raised her head to see who called the girl. And then she saw you. Time seemed to have stopped while Natasha tried to understand what she was seeing. There, stopped a few meters from her, was you. The woman she had tried to save seven years ago, the woman she could never forget.