(Bucky finally tells Natasha the truth about what happened when she was taken by Leo Novokov… and about what they were before. [Takes place after Black Widow #18])
“You’re going to have to move, you know.” Looking down at the
cat in her lap, Natasha gave her a scratch behind the ear.
Liho yawned lazily and stretched, making no move to get up. The sun was
setting over the water, its reflection rippling on the horizon. The only sound
was the creaking of the boat’s sails, the cool breeze blowing through her hair.
It would be colder once night fell. She needed to get a sweater, whether her
traveling companion liked it or not.
“Come on.” She picked up Liho and set her on the deck.
“Not all of us have fur.”
The cat padded along behind her as Natasha descended into the cabin. It
was peaceful here, out on the open water; it was everything she had thought she
wanted, but three weeks at sea had left her grateful for the company. She’d
made stops, of course, trading at the islands that she passed, taking on
supplies and listening for news. It was a simple existence. But she had never
A Glock 26 rested on the table beside her bunk, between a hairbrush and
a tube of sunscreen. There were two more stashed up on deck and a blade
strapped to her thigh beneath her sundress. You could never be too careful,
Grabbing a sweater from her bag she froze, listening. She could hear
the water sloshing against the hull, the sails straining against the wind. She
stretched a hand toward the gun.
Something moved in the cabin behind her and she lunged, bringing the gun
up as she whirled. He stepped slowly from the shadows, his hands upraised.