Natasha went to her closet first, a good size walk-in that could have doubled as a small bedroom in any other place, turning on the light and disappearing into the rows of clothes and shoes. Unlike other women, however, it didn't take her long to have a duffel assembled, reemerging and dropping it next to Bucky as he gingerly perched on the end of her couch.

Then she went to the far wall, which was plain and unadorned, and pressed a certain spot on the side paneling. A section hissed aside, revealing a weapon stash that held everything from throwing axes to bayonets. Black and silver guns, rifles, and shotguns of all shapes and sizes decorated the inner wall, and a range of deadly smaller implements gleamed in their specially-crafted holders. Ammunition was stocked on the far left wall, each caliber neatly in its row.

The vampire began selecting her favorites, carefully placing each in a second duffel, then glanced over her shoulder. "Pick what you like," she invited. "They're all safe, silver's locked in the cabinet." Vampires weren't really fond of it, either.