Oh, he’s a menace in flesh, a complication she did not really expect. And she’s known to expect EVERYTHING. He rolls along the corridor like thunder, even Natasha can hear bodies dropping where he goes; maybe he will be a perfect distraction of this grand scheme fuelled by her treacherous heart — get the kid out of there; answer questions later. And no one casts her as much as a second look as she slithers in the darkness with such a small hand in her’s. She’s either earned their trust or, them being typical Russians, they… Don’t really care.
And she doesn’t really care to find out which option it is. Must be the Russian in her.
Freedom she can taste on the tip of her tongue, ever an elusive subject, but, just as always, it’s but a bit out of reach. He sought her out, CURIOUS, she was as silent as shadows are, but… It is a question for another time.
“Go hide,” she whispers, the kid obliges. “I’ll find you.”
The Devil will not make a liar out of her; she’s more than capable of turning herself into one without his help. “I did.” This time it’s mean for him as she turns around to face the man, voice clear of any traces of accent she wore as a camouflage when working with the mob. Cat-like steps are taken, light and soundless, but she doesn’t come closer to him yet. “So what now?”
Straining ears to reconfirm silk voice instead of expectant gruffy, heavy tones - - the Devil’s thoughts reorganise to add recent knowledge that he hasn’t before : they also hire women. Silence for a moment ensue, observing changes in flux and atmosphere; almost as if ... she’s waiting, calculating.
Unlike most of her colleagues eager to get their hands of his blood the moment they saw him comin’ up from the shadows, she’s clever. And capable enough to create mind games that even a child will believe honestly without fault. The pretence of the assurance is sickening, considering what the Russians do to make name and fame under Manhattan’s black market circles - - under Fisk’s protection.
❛ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 ―― 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ? ❜ Suppose he can make brief assessment for a minute, as multi-tasking comes to play in attempting to track the child’s pace - - tap, tap, tap - - in another room and making sure there’s no innocent witness to collecting the Devil’s due.
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