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“Natasha Romanoff hated pierogies—but more than that, she hated lies.”
“The moment Natasha Romanoff anchored her carabiner to the steel frame of the open skylight, her mind went into overdrive.”
“When it was over, Natasha kicked off the locker.”
“San-ta Claus!”
“When Ava Orlova opened her eyes in the mornings, all she could hear was Swan Lake.”
“The next morning, the pounding on the door began before the alarm went off.”
“Prosypaysya, Ava!”
“You’re crazy.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Do we know that girl?”
“Ava stood in line at the registration desk, willing herself to calm down.”
“Natasha Romanoff was still reeling from Ava’s left hook when the door to the roof burst open.”
“The bullets didn’t stop coming.”
“Sirens wailed in the air, echoing off the pavement above them.”
“It had taken Alex only minutes to hoist Ava up, sling her over his shoulder, and carry her from the riverbank to the plane, but he had been so worried about her—and about dropping her—that it had felt more like hours.”
“As the S.H.I.E.L.D. plane lost altitude, Manhattan came into sight.”
“You know what they say.”
“Some S.H.I.E.L.D. bunkrooms were their own method of torture, Alex guessed.”
“It was the early hours of the morning when the taxi rattled up to a deserted Long Island City cabstand.”
“Two tickets to Odessa.”
“Grounded for life,” Natasha said.”
“Five hours into the flight, Alex still wasn’t sleeping.”
“Ava Orlova is only seventeen years old.”
“Odessa Verfi.”
“Just turning the key wasn’t enough.”
“Alex Manor.”
“No more secrets,” Alex said.”
“Ava and Natasha sat cross-legged, facing each other on the sagging bad.”
“The flight was a straight shot, ninety minutes south over the Black Sea.”
“It hadn’t been hard to find Ivan’s lab.”
“A curving ramp took the three of them below the ground.”
“Ivan,” Natasha said, her voice a low warning.”
“The burst of sniper fire that followed was deafening, even on the far side of the lab.”
“Ava gripped Alex’s hand tightly in her own.”
“No.”
“The Montclair High School Orchestra played Tchaikovsky at the funeral.”
“Natash Romanoff strode through the main entrance to the Academy, brushing the snow from her black leather jacket.”
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