Another day, another fight.

It seemed like all she had done since being awakened was fight. That didn't bother her all that much, it was what she had been created to do after all. But sometimes even the Black Widow got tired. Especially when AIM was up to their usual antics. She didn't even dare to guess what they might be up to this time. Normally, she would have been listening for Charlie's orders, but this time it was more of a family outing, father-daughter bonding. Her father was at her back, shooting enemies, as she took down others. It was soothing, in a way.

She didn't see the explosion coming, the blast knocking her to the ground. When she got up, her father was on the ground, unmoving, far too much blood for anything good. "батя..." she began, but then there was a bright flash and everything went black. When she came to, she knew something was wrong. Even though the place looked the same, she could tell it was different. Her father wasn't there. Neither was AIM or the machine they'd been working on. She wasn't sure what had happened, but she knew that it was very likely her father was dead and she wanted answers.

Answers meant finding her mother. She didn't quite trust SHIELD on this, not with her father dead and everything off in a way she couldn't quite place. There was a safehouse nearby, one her family used, and her mother was supposed to be there. She would have been with them, except that she'd been shot on an op and was on leave. Approaching the safehouse with caution, entering and looking around with her gun in hand. It never hurt to be cautious, even with family.