Recluse stepped in enough that Natasha could close the door but didn’t take any initiative beyond that. This was all too new. She barely understood what it meant. Hydra never equipped her for something like this.
“Privyet,” she said, defaulting to her native Russian. She needed something familiar. For all she knew, they just wanted her to come so they could find out how Hydra made her and then send her on her way. They didn’t have to want her.