The Romp

Amora didn't tend to do follow up visits to her former toys, but this was a special matter. All those years ago she'd left Romanoff expecting her to die yet now, that young girl lived on. All grown up.

After observing her actions for few more days, she now decided to wait in Nats apartment. Two glasses and a bottle of unopened wine upon the table, just sitting gently tapping her fingernails upon the surface. Tick.. Tock. The hours few by in seconds, until she heard the latch click. She waved her hand the lights switching on, and wearing a grin on her face.

"So little girl. I see you did okay for yourself"