Nigel had to admit when he had been called upon to deal with an issue at an apartment complex in New York City he had not expected to run into an unconscious Widow, laying on the living room floor of one of her victims apartments.

Nor did he expect to find an all to familiar scent of Freshly baked muffins, vanilla and mechanical oil lingering onto the Albino's clothes. It was a scent he knew all too well, that he knew only belonged to One Woman:

Red von Sova.

For whatever reason, Red had been here with Widow. Something that surprised him a bit seeing as Red usually avoided the other like a plague.

A smile fount its way to the spy's face as Widow was carted off to the nearest hospital.

After months of searching he finally had a clue to the missing Russian's whereabouts and he had to do was wait for the Albino to wake up.


Red mentally shuddered as she walked though Central Park, for some reason she had the feeling someone was plotting something firmly against her.

Then again, when she thought about it:

Who Wasn't?

Shaking her head, Red banished such thoughts from her mind. Determined not to allow herself to linger on such things as she turned the corner of the pathway, not really paying much attention to her surroundings...

Crash!

Reflexively, Red barely caught herself mid fall so not to crush the smaller person underneath her. A habit she had picked up over the years of raising a child in a busy environment.

"I'm Sorry. I wasn't paying att-"

Red's automatic apology faded away like a desert breeze as her lone golden eye lock on a set of Sky Blue's that she knew all too well.

"Private?"

"Mum?"