Nina's fingers hanging to one side curled up a bit, her lips pursed, "I know."

She had lived in a daze for the past few years, and she didn't know what she was supposed to do except to go after Barton.

If Barton really wanted to kill her, she didn't have a chance of surviving this long.

Over the years Barton had captured her and released her, and she would still stick it to her.

It wasn't just revenge anymore, it was more like a game of cat and mouse, and Barton was the cat.

She was just about to say something else when she heard the doorbell ring in...