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"Do not lie to me!" Struckker thundered. He sat in his new throne and yelled at Black Widow who was kneeling in front of him. Reaper stood by his right hand as he used to. He had his head bowed, his cape covering him but she could still see his slight smirk. "You tell me you do not know her yet this footage seems to differ."
He clicked the remote control and a video began to play against the wall behind him. I t showed the warehouse falling apart and in flames. Widow was talking to the girl in the Hawkeye outfit. Widow flinched as she saw again the wooden beam fall on her. Then he paused it as Widow kneeled over her.
"You claim not to know her yet you ran to rescue her. But what interest me the most is this." He clicked play as Hawkeye jumped in from who knows were and he and Widow had their confrontation. Then he paused it again when Widow left and Hawkeye is kneeling over her. He sneered down at Widow. "The archer seems to know her as well. And even more, care about her, as do you. Now I ask you again, and I warn you to think carefully of you answer, or else Reaper will be forced to find the answer one way or another. Who is she?" Reaper moved his scythe in emphasis.
Widow mentally cursed herself. She should have known that he would be watching. She sighed in defeat. "Her name is Maria Havlent."
"And what is she to you?"
"It seems to me that Widow took her partnership with Hawkeye a little farther." Reaper smirked down at her. "And she was the . . . product."
"She's not a product!" Widow hissed furiously. "She's a child."
"There is no difference."
"Yes there is. And she is not of my blood." Widow tried to calm her voice. She glared at Reaper who matched her.
"Enough." Struckker ordered suddenly. His face had changed and was calculating and thoughtful. "You are free to leave."
"Yes sir." Widow rose and began to walk out.
"Besides, I have many doubts she even survived."
Widow froze as a chill went down her back. Then she kept walking. After she left Struckker laid back. Reaper walked over to the wall where the video was and stared at it curiously. "Sir."
"We can't afford her slipping away."
"She claims that the child is not . . . of her blood."
"That does not mean there is no feelings for the child."
"What are your orders, sir?"
"Let her find the information we need, for us. Then you sweep in."
"Of course." Reaper grinned maliciously. He swept his arm and his scythe scratched over the girl.