Yelena

The blonde woman sitting at Kate's coffee table stood up to introduce herself. "Hi, Kate Bishop!" She said in a thick russian accent. "Don't be shy, come on down. I made macaroni!"

Kate stood at the top of the stairs, leaning against her bathroom door. She clutched a strand of her raven black hair, still stringy and wet from her shower, and suddenly became very aware of her state of dress, tugging at the end of her towel. "Don't be shy, Kate Bishop, it's just you and me!" Yelena chuckled as she taunted, taking a bite of Kraft Mac and Cheese straight out of the bowl. "By the way Kate Bishop, why do you only have one fork?"

Kate stammered, still not moving from her place. "I'm one person."

"That is so weird, you are so weird Kate Bishop!"

She gave a slight frown. "Do you keep saying my name to remind me that you know who I am?"

The Russian woman chuckled. "Yes. I know everything about you. Mother, Eleanor Bishop. Late father, passed in the Battle of New York, so tragic. Her new fiancee, Jack Dusqane. Yes, I know everything. Now come down and talk, will you?"

Kate flushed a shade of red. "Can I at least get dressed first?"

"No." The woman replied with a grin.

Resigned to her fate, Kate slowly descended the stairs, and pulled up a chair across from the woman at the table. She awkwardly adjusted her towel, making sure to keep her cleavage contained without riding it up above her ass. She took her seat. "So, you came because you need to talk to Clint?"

The woman laughed. "No, Kate Bishop. I came to kill him. He is not the man you think he is. He murdered my sister, Natasha Romanoff, and I've come to avenge her." She took another bite. "Do you know where he is?"

Kate shook her head. "Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Clint helps people, he wouldn't do what you're accusing him of, not to his friend."

"And you know this how? You've known him how long, three days?" The woman sighed. "You're young, Kate Bishop. You don't need to get involved. I could've killed you last night, but I did not. I could've killed you in the shower, but I did not. I came here to warn you. Do not get in my way. Are we clear?"

Kate hesitantly nodded. "Yeah. Crystal. Now can you leave my apartment please?"

The Russian woman laughed heartily. "Not so fast, Kate Bishop. You'll turn around and warn your friend. I need to make sure you don't do that."

Kate looked inquisitively, standing up and reaching for her bow. "And how will you do that?"