Nov 6, 2015
Ava stood awkwardly at the address Natasha had given her. She wasn’t one hundred percent sure what was going on, to be honest. Natasha’s message had been cryptic, even for the Black Widow. But Ava understood Natasha needed someone she could trust.
Certain the coast was clear (or clear enough for a Romanoff secured apartment), Ava knocked. “Hello?” she called. “Natasha sent me. My name is Ava. I’m here to help.”
Shoving her hands into her overly large coat, she glanced around again. Maybe this was some weird-ass training thing...