Natalia gingerly touched the gash on her head, bandaged now. She felt cold all over. "I… I remember him." Darya and Anka watched silently, letting her sort her thoughts. She struggled, her face a picture of concentration, " I remember him killing Clint. And my niece."

"Clint was your brother solnyshka, and a fine agent for Russia. His children were dear to you, no wonder you remember them." Darya patted her hand. Natalia gritted her teeth with the memory, and glanced over at Darya. "He did this to your knee?" Darya nodded solemnly. Natalia's fists clenched, "He destroyed the Widow program?"

"Viciously Natashka, he set the whole facility on fire. Many Russian girls have died at his hands. This is why we sent you in to kill him. You are our last hope."

Natalia's eyebrows furrowed, and she hesitated, "And I… Was I compromised? I remember… I never thought he would.."

"You seduced him, and he fell hard my Natalia, as all men do. But Valeria blew your cover when she was captured. He got to you before we could warn you." Natalia gazed at them, processing this. She paused, "I remember you now. Darya. Anka. You raised me."

"Thats right."

"And Ivan."

The two women froze, "What do you remember of him?"

"He… taught me to fight. Trained me to be a widow." Natalia's voice trailed off, her thoughts returning to Steve. Her expression hardened, "What do I need to do?"

Darya and Anka looked at each other, "You need to lure him out until he is alone, disabling him long enough for us to draw blood, and then kill him."

Natalia nodded, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Feeling a pang in her side, she lifted her shirt and revealed a scabbed over stab wound. She stared at it remembering a detail that she had kept to herself. She had loved him. She remembered that vividly. She had trusted him and he had nearly killed her. He killed her brother, and her beloved niece and nephews. Rage and shame built in her until her face flushed with it. She stood, her eyes burning with hate and humiliation, how could she have been so careless? So stupid? There was no one left in the world now that she loved, and she was better for it. Her heated anger burned lower, eating up her emotion until it was gone, the only thing remaining was cold hatred. She looked at Darya and Anka, her eyes smoldering.

"Where have you put my weapons?"

The two women broke into nearly identical grins. Russia's prodigal daughter had returned.