The light was a little too bright for Katarina's liking, and the ridiculous headache she fashioned wasn't helping her mood. She half turned in the mirror to catch a glimpse of her exposed back. The cut of the dress was exquisite and the dangerously low cut back left nothing to the imagination. Katarina turned again towards the front to smooth over the tight fabric that clung her upper body and re examined the off-the-shoulder silver sequence that covered her cleavage.

The emerald dress was much more clingy then any other dress she had tried on that same evening. But this dress screamed elegance and class which was what she wanted to portray and nothing less then that. Although once she caught sight of the price tag she had given up hope completely for the gala. That was until her twin brother had rudely entered the dressing room to see her.

All it had taken was one look for Milenko to examine the fabric and suggest that all it needed was for a mid thigh cut to allow her more leg space, for him to leave. Soon after a seamstress was thrown into the dressing room and she began to make a cut and expose her entire right leg.

After having the floor length dress altered, Milenko hauled her off to an appointment with his personal hair stylist. After which her personal grooming increased with Milenko hovering over everyone's shoulder and giving off instructions as to how he wanted every small detail.

Katarina on the other hand was beginning to feel less like a sister and more like Milenko's projects.

Her frown depend further when Milenko insisted that she take a nap and eat as little as possible when they arrived home. Which was the exact opposite if what she wanted, her senses already heighten by her nerves for the impending gala. She was hoping for some time with sharpening her knifes before getting ready. But Milenko 'insisted'.

Tonight was to be a crucial turning point for her, and she felt the pressure of being introduced officially as a new Avenger. She kept replaying all the different ways tonight's questioner would go, as she met her new team mates. The problem which worried her most was the never ending questions of her past to better acquaint themselves with her.

A past she was still trying to discover, her memories were being slow to make themselves known. She had been able to tap into a few memories of her childhood and fewer glimpses of objects or surroundings that she had seen. After discovering that she wasn't who she believed to be, and after a few episodes of her blacking out in the most random moments, Katarina began a time table with the small amount of information she held.

Milenko on the other hand, had no interest in finding out what happened to him, he repressed his memory and became rigid towards many things, including Katarina. He outright refused to be of any help to the Avengers, but had instead on being nearby his twin in case she needed him.

That is how Milenko became Katarina's unofficial geooming manager, one who at that moment, Katarina wanted gone for a few hours.

A small rapt to her door brought Katarina out of her reflection in the mirror and focused on Milenko's impecable grey suit with his emerald pocket square, his only color contrast.

"You look breath taking nena. I'm proud to see you look so stunning, and I'm proud to say that again, I was right." Milenko chuckled as he stepped closer and lifted his pant suit to bend down and help put Katarina's silver heels on.

"Ever the humble man brother. I did pick the shoes-"

"Heels."

"-heels at least, and the great thing about them is I can manage to run a few yards before breaking them completely. It also works if I need to stab someone." She choked the last words out as she tried to contain the chuckle that wanted to burst. Milenko kept working as if not having paid any attention to her. Once the heels were strapped and he stood, did she see a ghost of a smirk on his tan face.

"Nena please tell me your not loaded. Not tonight of all nights." His smirk wavering for a moment before she anticipated his knife at her throat, only to have her respond with quick reflexes and point a 9mm to his crotch.

"Mierda!" Was all that Katarina said as she tucked her gun away into her left thigh holster as Milenko sheathed his knife into his breast pocket.

"Ladies don't swear, and they also don't take guns to a gala Nena."

"I never said I was a lady, besides, I feel safer with them close to me." Katarina said as she challenged Milenko to contradict her. He knew that no matter how hard he tried to repress his memories, he was still aware of the assassin he hid. What made matters worse, was having to share that burden with Katarina.

"Milo I know your aware of more of our past then you let on. These projects are just to help you cope because you keep supressing the truth. But I do not. I know I've killed. Simply because I cannot remember, doesn't mean I haven't acknowledge it cariño."

Katarina stretched her arms out to let him know that she was going to embrace him. That she was alright with his decision and that her love for her brother had not faltered. Too many times Katarina had done this, and experience had shown her that she needed her brother to acknowledge an embrace before giving him one. Otherwise Milo would forget himself and lung towards her throat before realizing she was no threat. The reflexes where still imprinted inside him, no amount of tailored suits and grooming would conceal it.

Milo said nothing, but the small nod gave her the confidence to embrace her brother, and as quickly as it happened, so quickly the embrace finished. He straightened his suit jacket, and reached out to help let loose a strand of curly, black hair that was coming undone by the many pins Katarina's head held. After a quick sigh he lifted her hand and tucked it under the crook of his right elbow.

"Let's go Nena, before they send the Avengers out to get you." Milenko whispered before tapping her hand and leading her out of the building. Katarina's headache began to fade just a bit.