IN ADDITION, NATASHA NEVER GOT BACK to any of Y/n's calls, which caused her sister concern. Since she was stuck inside the house, she had no choice but to watch television for updates.
Half of her food was running low because she had to go off the grid until Natasha and the other avengers signed the papers, hopefully, they did so.
She did not hate the Avengers, just didn't know why they were heroes. A blanket was draped over the body of Y/n while she lay on her couch trying not to get cold.
The vibrating phone next to her prompted her to look away from Bewitched, which was on television and glance at the phone, hoping it was Natasha but it was an unknown number.
Y/n grabbed it and pressed answer, but did not reveal anything, staying silent in order to establish who it was.
"Hello?" No one answered before it hung up. "Shit..." Y/n muttered before standing up from the couch and rushing over and making sure all of her doors were locked and the curtains were closed.
She walked over and went into her drawer of guns before grabbing one, and placing it in her sweatpants pocket. Y/n sat back down on her couch and tried to say as calm as she could, what if someone was tracking her. Thoughts ran through her mind before she couldn't take it anymore. While she went and stood up from the couch there was a knock at the door.
After staring at her wooden door for a moment, she turned away from the television in her bedroom. There was another knock before Y/n grabbed the gun and pointed it out the door.
"I'm a widow...vhy do I have a gun," She whispered to herself, furrowing her eyebrows.
Y/n grabbed her gun from the table and pointed it at the door as she turned to leave. As she slowly walked over to the object, her breath was pacing as she did not know who it might be.
She secretly hoped that it would be Natasha to speak to her regarding the phone calls.
Silently, her breath slowed as she glanced at the door, pressing her hand against the handle before pulling it open a bit and peeking out.
There was no one outside, so she opened the door all the way and turned around quickly to close the door so that she could grab the items she needed before running out.
Immediately after she was able to move away from the closed door, she heard a zooming sound coming from her left. She turned to see a bow and arrow embedded in the wall.
"You have to be shitting me" She muttered before turning while pointing her gun at a man standing in her living room.
She became anxious when she noticed that the man with short brown hair was wearing an all-black suit with a bulletproof vest, while arrows appeared on his back and a bow and arrow were in his right hand, causing her to furrow her brow.
Her acquaintances did not possess the ability to shoot an arrow.
In relation to the shooting of the arrow, Y/n grabbed the bow and arrow, kneeled him in the leg, and dragged him to the floor, causing him to collapse on the ground. She then captured the bow and arrows of the perpetrator.
"Ugh..."
"Why my wall-" Y/n asked as she held a bow and arrow to his face and held him down so he could not escape or try and hit her again with the arrow.
"You wouldn't answer," He said. "Mind if I get up...."
"Who are you?" Y/n exclaimed out of breath, knowing he couldn't hurt her without his arrows. She stepped away from him and he fell to the ground, panting. "Answer or I will hurt you..."
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Fanfiction⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⧗ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛, Y/n Ivanov had a hard life as an assassin from the red room. She grew up separated from her family. As the youngest of the group, she had no idea at the time that everything was fake. When learning her way throu...
