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Natasha Romanoff (justlykbudapest) wrote in zfuturelogs,

When the vampire spun, Natasha tensed, but her hold on the crossbow didn’t waver despite her son being in the way. She didn’t want to hurt him, but she wanted to kill the vampire if he’d killed her son. Her eyes narrowed when the creature said her name, and she raised the crossbow slightly as James was shifted. “How do you…” realization dawned, suddenly, her eyes catching up before her mind could figure out what she was seeing.

The eyes were different, dark, and black veins stood out – normal vampire appearance – but the face.

“…No,” she whispered faintly, staring at him as her hand shook slightly, then lowered just a little bit. “Clint?” It had been close to twenty years, but she knew his face even better than her own. Considering so many of her memories from her younger days were gone, she’d held on to what she could, and his face had been one of them.

“...Let my son go.”