TRIGGER WARNING: weapons and death are mentioned
Kate's POV:
United States, New York City 07/15/2009:
She woke up panting on the couch that she fell asleep on. It took her a few moments to understand that she left that place behind. That she was no longer in a filthy basement, hanging from the ceiling. She hoped that she didn't wake up Natasha but when she looked around, she found her apartment was empty. The spy had left. The blanket that she had given her was neatly folded. Disappointment filled her gut. She felt like the victim of a hit and run, even though she knew it made no sense. She would be seeing the woman again tonight and they had an important job to get done. So, she couldn't let any form of physical attraction she felt towards Natasha influence her judgment. She had to stay professional.
Kate sat up and looked around a little more unsure of what she should do to pass the time. Packing her bag should be a good method to do so. She went over to her TV and unplugged it. She pushed away the chest of drawers underneath, revealing some loosened floorboards. She got a knife from the kitchen and used it to lift up the boards. Inside the floor was a hole with a sports bag and a box. Kate leaned down and got them both out. She fixed the floor and put the TV back in place before she took both the box and the bag and went over to her bedroom.
She opened the bag on the bed and took out everything inside. With knives, handguns, machine guns, and ammunition spread out on her bed she sorted out what should come with her and what she'd have to stack in her garage. The apartment had to seem completely inconspicuous in case of her death. It was a part of the job that always felt eerie to her. The idea of never getting the chance to return scared her in moments like these. Moments where she was far away from any of the daily threats to their life that others had to endure.
Kate wrote a list of which weapons and how much ammunition she was going to take with her and then proceeded to put all of it back into the bag including the box from under the TV. She spied over to the mirror and knew that she had to look a little less homeless if she wanted to go outside.
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After she arrived at her garage, she made sure that she wasn't being watched, then entered. Kate opened the lockers and sorted the weapons by type. Knives in one, handguns in the other, and so on. Then she got out of the box and opened it. She took out passports and IDs of at least seven different fake identities, putting away all of them besides one. A German ID and passport belonging to a woman named "Anna Schröder". A 26-year-old reporter. It wasn't the one she wasn't going to use in Iran but rather on their way to safety. Kate weighed it in her hand. She might die as this person. Or as the bodyguard of a millionaire businesswoman. No one would ever know who she really was. No one would care that she was gone. Maybe it was a good thing that there wasn't going to be a funeral if she died on duty because nobody would've come.
She shook her head and put her new ID back into the bag. Closed the lockers, left the garage and went home.
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Three hours later she finally had everything packed and her apartment cleaned. Well, everything besides the kitchen, since she still had to make lunch.
She chopped onions, garlic, carrots, and tomatoes and cooked some lentils. She filled another pot with water and put a lit on it. While the water started to heat up, she put some oil in a pan and started roasting the vegetables. She added some canned tomatoes and spices and let the spaghetti carefully slide into the hot water.
When it was all done, she just mixed it in the pan and put it down on the kitchen island. She sat down in front of her fresh, warm meal but instead of digging in immediately, she hesitated. The tenseness in her spoiled her appetite. She checked her watch for the first time since she started cooking and quickly realized that she had only one hour left to eat, clean the kitchen, take a shower, and get dressed properly. Rather than eating her lunch, she decided to take a shower first.
Kate left the bathroom in sweatpants and a top with her wet dangling from her shoulder. Next, she cleaned the kitchen and then got dressed. With about five minutes left, she decided against forcing herself to eat and just put the now cold pasta in a lunch box and put it in her bag. She lifted the bag onto her shoulder and turned back to look at her apartment before she closed the door after herself.
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Sorry, that this one's so short but I wanna set it up properly.
Do you guys want to see Nat's view of that night? Would you be interested to know how she snuck out, got to S.H.I.E.L.D., and so on? Pls, let me know
I hope you enjoyed it anyway.
Thank you for reading:)
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