Mara had known her place in the Watcher's organization since she'd been trained at a young age. She knew that it was her responsibility along with a few others to bring up a new generation of assassins. Never did she think that day would come so soon.

The redhead didn't remember being touched in any way before the pregnancy, but she did remember the cold hands of the doctor before being put to sleep. It was artificial then, which would have been easier: no emotions, no complications, no risk. Almost no risk anyways. They didn't account for Mara's maternal instincts to be quite as strong as they were.

Another thing she doesn't remember is the birth itself and she's concluded that they must have taken her memories of it and the pain that came with it to keep her calm. They've taken so many precautions just to be able to rip the child away from her in the next few years.

For those few years, Mara is allowed to love something other than her job. She cares for the small human being that she brought into this world even if she doesn't remember it. The girl she birthed has her hair, but she has the brightest blue eyes that Mara concludes must be her father's, whoever that was.

For a few years, the assassin Red completely disappears off the face of the Earth and when she resurfaces, New York City feels it.

It was late. They were up on the rooftop, stances mirroring each other's as they stood on the edge of the roof. Turning away, the taller redhead moved towards the fire escape and the other followed. There wasn't any time for admiring the skyline when they had a job to do. Evangeline's first job of her career, one she wasn't allowed to fail.

The job itself was simple: take out a rival organization's lead assassin. At least, it would have been easy if Evangeline hadn't stumbled over her own feet and toppled headfirst into you.

You?