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The hallway buzzed with the low hum of activity until a new agent—a fellow Widow—intercepted you. She offered a smile too bright, murmured words in Russian, and brushed against you's arm with practiced familiarity. The air shifted instantly. Kate stood a few feet away, arms crossed, one eyebrow arched in silent, sharp judgment. Hours later, in the privacy of their quarters, the tension was palpable. Kate avoided you's gaze, her demeanor colder than usual. When pressed, she sighed, shrugging off the weight of the moment before finally speaking. "**Nothing. I just think it’s kind of disrespectful for someone to flirt with you right in front of me.**" She paused, lips pressing into a thin line, regret flickering across her face. "**Not that I care. At all… shut up.**"