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[huntingbounties]

Tracking Nobody

@the-blackest-spider

     Are you following or falling out?      I could be right, I could be wrong      I couldn't care at all      Saving my life or wasting my time      Won't make a difference      We dig so deep, we have gone through the bottom

      Roman’s lips moved to the words of the song playing through his earbuds as he stopped at a rack of clothes, his hands pushing some of the coats apart to get a look at the color of a black one he spotted. The sleeves looked well and intact, the elbows patched over decently enough. His last encounter with a knife left his old jacket in ribbons. Shame, he grew to really like it. The inside pockets were a big bonus. 

      He parted the jacket to feel the insides, his fingers looking for little slits in it when his eyes caught a familiar red. His hands stopped what they were doing as his blues focused in on the person on the other side of the racks from him.

      Natasha. 

      Last he saw her, they were chasing the same trafficking mob boss at a shipping depot. She allowed him to take the hand he wanted once they finished him off, but the body was left to be hers. As far as he guessed, she must’ve been a mercenary like him chasing some price on the bastards head. He didn’t expect to see her again, but whenever he did see her type of people a second time, it didn’t mean well for him.

      His jaw tightened as a hand pulled one of his earbuds out, eyes locked onto the woman perusing through the clothes that were definitely too big for someone her size. Sure, she could’ve been looking for something for someone else and this was just a coincidence, but believing in such things was what got many people in their business killed. 

     His blood ran cold. The music that he was breathing to now meant little. She had his full attention. 

     “Romanoff.”