[3] ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ.

43.| ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴅᴏᴡ [2]

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   [43]. Black Widow.
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❝ ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ
ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴜꜱ. ❞
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AFTER BOTH THE MOTHER and Son left the scene. They made their way towards a train station. James was still confused as to why they were attacked or who the hell they were attacked by. Let alone why that picture happened to have been in the middle of all the vials. But now in Budapest, Natasha and James had been walking through an old and abandoned familiar motel.

James had his shield in his hand, a few guns tucked away, and his bow and arrow on his back. Natasha on the other hand had several guns tucked away still. They both walk up to a door, and Natasha begins to pick the lock.

James's brows knitted together. "Uh... I'm pretty sure that this is Illegal."

"Shh. Stop talking." Natasha whispers to him as she continues to pick the lock.

"I know you're out there." A voice says from inside of the room.

Both Natasha and James share a look.

Natasha sighs. "I know you know I'm out here..." she motions for James to walk into the room first after she picks the lock.

The man huffs, he enters the room, the shield now on his back, and his bow in his hand. Once they both entered the room, Natasha kicks the door closed behind them, her gun out and ready to shot.

"Then why are you sulking about like it's a minefield?" The voice questions. She must've not known that Natasha hadn't been alone.

So that only caused James to hide in the corner as his mother lead the way.

" 'Cause I don't know if I can trust you."

The voice chuckles. "Funny, I was going to say the same thing."

"So, we gonna talk like grownups?"

"Is that what we are?"

Natasha came to a stop causing James to stop. The familiar voice only caused goosebumps to spike up on James's arms. Natasha walks into the room.