"Forget Ohio."

Natasha pulled Becca out of the river with every ounce of strength she had left in her. Her niece was a fighter, a survivor. Fighting against that hooded figure alone was already daunting for Natasha, but Becca had rarely fought anyone on her own. She was always teamed with someone, either her parents, uncles or ex boyfriend. So taking the shield and fighting to buy her aunt some time was extremely dangerous and risky. But such was the way of a Rogers-Barnes. They were stubborn and loved with their entire beings. They fought for their loved ones even if it would cost them their life.

For Becca, all she saw in that moment on the bridge was her aunt needing help. Her reflexes kicked in too fast for her mind to comprehend what was happening. She instinctively picked up the mock shield and used it just as she watched her uncle. She was a natural with it.

Natasha panted as she collapsed against a rock on the river's edge. Becca laying beside her, slowly waking up. The aunt pulled open her jacket and took out the vials wrapped in a rubber band. She didn't know what those were, but if the masked figure was after them, it wasn't good.

"Auntie.." Becca grumbles, coughing up water as she slowly sat up on the rocks.

"Маленький волк." Little Wolf. Natasha panted out as she looked down at her niece. "How are you?" She asks cautiously.

"Nothing's broken." Becca mumbled as she patted herself down, making sure no injury was hidden if there was one. "I should be okay." She says and then notices the red vials in her aunt's hands. "What's that?"

"What the hooded figure was after." Natasha answers and then looks closer, seeing something sticking out of the vials. She pulls it out slowly and her eyes widen. In her fingers was the other half of the photobooth pictures taken decades ago with Yelena, Becca and Nat when they were girls in Ohio. "Oh... sh-" Natasha muttered in disbelief.

"Auntie?" Becca muttered in confusion until her eyes took in the photos. "Lena.." She whispers as she takes the photo and looks it over. A faint smile appearing on her face as she remembered that day. "What does this mean?" She asks.

"It means we need to go to Budapest." Natasha mutters.

Becca hesitates but nods, "I'll follow you wherever, Aunt Tasha." She states, "Until the end of the line." She says, quoting her parents and uncle's motto. She chose to follow her aunt once and she'll do it again. If it meant answers as to why they were attacked on the bridge, she would go. She knew that figure that attacked them. Her mind was blanking too much for it to simply be a forgotten memory. She couldn't remember for a reason. As if her mind had instinctively blocked those memories out. But why?

"Where is Lena? Tell me she's okay, Demmy!" Becca cried to the one man she thought she could count on. The one person who took care of her, but only after the events in Ohio did she realize that everything he did for her, was for his own benefit. Everything he did was to better his campaign for leader of Hydra. He felt he was owed that title. His father was Arnim Zola, the founder of the new Hydra order after Schmidt died at the end of World War II. How Zola managed to father a child, Becca didn't know. She didn't want to know.

Perhaps he fathered Adam solely for the purpose of continuing his work after he died. Or perhaps the evil man actually found someone that loved him.

Adam turned on his heels and Becca knew she had spoken out of turn. She couldn't help it in this case unlike most times. She knew when to hold her tongue and when she was allowed to speak. But Adam was in no mood to hear her whines and pleas. He had given her over to Dreykov for the undercover mission in Ohio. The two men were comrades, maybe even friends in some sick way. Becca travelled to the Red Room frequently, Adam wanted her there. And at one point, Adam chose for Becca to permanently stay under the guidance of the Madam and Dreykov.

"The blonde brat is no longer your concern." Adam snaps viciously at Becca, losing his composure for a moment. He then cleared his throat and smoothed his jacket, looking down at the brunette child. "None of them are, Rebecca. Get that through your head."

Becca bit her lip as she rocked on her heels to try and stop herself from crying in the hallway they were currently in. She knew what he was saying was true, that they weren't her concern any longer. That she had things more important to focus on now.

"What... What about Mama Melina?" Becca asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She knew asking about any of them was risky. But if she was going to disobey Adam for anything, it would be to know if Melina was alright after she had been shot during their escape.

"Doctor Vostokoff is not your concern either, Rebecca." Adam says, not so much annoyed and venomously as before, rather tired of answering her incessant questions. "I will not repeat myself." He adds. He then squats down in front of Becca, placing his hands on her shoulders, causing her to look at him with the eyes of her father. He had to pause for a moment to compose himself. "Forget them, Rebecca, dear." He says, his voice laced with the power to compel. "Forget about Alexei, block the memories of Melina. Forget about Yelena and Natasha. Forget Ohio." He compels her and Becca can do nothing but absorb his power, her mind involuntarily fogging the memories that surrounded the past four years of her life. Bits and pieces were sticking, but overall?

Becca could not remember her life in Ohio. It became a blur.

After a minute or so, Becca's blue eyes blinked and she looked at Adam with a small smile on her face. "Forget what, Demmy?" She asks innocently. She genuinely could not remember why she felt dread in her stomach, or a sense of worry in her throat.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing, Rebecca." Adam says with a proud smile that his compulsion worked. It didn't always work on people yet, but when he could touch the person, look into their eyes, that was when it would work. And sometimes the compulsion wore off over time. But for the moment, he just needed Becca to stop talking about them, her new family. He was tired of it. Annoyed and frustrated she trusted them so easily. "Come along now. We have your training to get to." He says as he stands up straight, extending his hand for hers.

And she accepts his hand without any hesitation.

When she woke up, her head was nestled in the crook of Natasha's shoulder and neck. She hadn't realized she had fallen asleep, and the dream she had, the memory. It made some sense as to certain things, why she couldn't remember most of her time in Ohio, how when Natasha first saw her, Becca didn't react. It took a few months to finally sink in and for the haze to lift in Becca's mind. But Yelena, Alexei and Melina were still blurs. If she saw their picture, Becca would know who they were, but if she saw them now? She wouldn't be able to tell who they were.

"Bad dream?" Natasha asked softly as the train travelled on it's tracks.

"Not really... Just... a memory." Becca whispers back in reply. "One that explains a bit."

"Want to tell me about it?"

"Not... in particular.." Becca mutters, ashamed of not feeling willing to open up. But memories of Adam were extremely personal to her ever since he compelled her to kill Uncle Ben. She still felt the weight and guilt of that moment. It wouldn't ever leave her.

The train rides to Budapest were long and tiring, but necessary. And on the upside, Becca had never been on a train before, so that was a new experience for the teenager. Natasha enjoyed seeing the innocence still preserved within Becca come out when they stepped onto their first train.

Trains had become something not as exciting as they used to be before planes became common use. But Becca didn't care. She enjoyed how it transported you from one place to another while still being on the ground, faster than a car or motorcycle. She had read the Harry Potter books when she was in Queens, her entire friend group demanded she should. So when she did read them, she wanted to experience the Hogwarts Express no matter what it looked like in reality.

She wasn't disappointed.

Though there was no tolly of candy and snacks, no magical chocolate frogs and collectable cards, she wanted to experience a train ride similar to the train in the books. And Becca felt like she had in a way.

"When we step off, stick by my side." Natasha whispers to her niece as they move in a line to exit the train.

"Okay." Becca responded as she finished her plait and tied off her hair. She stuck close to her aunt like Natasha had instructed her to do. They made their way around Budapest quickly and reached their destination of the safe house. It was within a gated neighborhood of apartments. Becca had only seen buildings like these from a distance when she was on the run with her father.

Natasha pushed open the gate and stepped inside with Becca following suit. They were on guard as they looked around at their surroundings. People minding their own business eyed them curiously and suspiciously. When they stepped into the building of the safe house, Nat motioned for Becca to step into the small elevator.

As they rode the elevator, Becca knew a lot of memories were resurfacing for her aunt. And not all of them were good. Memories of her escape from the Red Room, Clint's aide in that. "Wait here." Nat says, her voice barely above a whisper as she steps over to a vent and takes off the cover. Her hand goes into the vent and she reaches for something. When she finds it, she takes it out of the paper bag. Becca raises an eyebrow as she looks at the gun her aunt is now holding.

"Why do you need a gun for an empty safe house?" Becca asks, "Unless... it's not empty."

Natasha looks at her niece and then looks at the door, "It's not empty." She whispers back as she picks the lock as quietly as she can.

"I know you're out there." An accented voice appears from behind the door.

Natasha glances at her niece as she pulls out her gun, "I know you know i'm out here." She responds to the voice. Becca slowly pushes open the door, her widow bites activated just in case.

The two women step into the apartment with their weapons drawn and aimed. Natasha kicks the door closed with her foot and looks around the area. Scanning it.

"Then why are you skulking about it like it's a minefield?" The voice asks.

"Auntie Nat.. Who is this person?" Becca whispers.

Natasha shakes her head, and then walks cautiously into the hallway, still aiming her gun straight ahead, "'Cause i don't know if i can trust you." Nat responds.

The female voice laughs, "Funny. I was going to say the same thing."

"So, we gonna talk like grownups?" Natasha asks as she and Becca round the corner into the small kitchen and dining room. A woman is waiting for them with a gun of her own aimed at Natasha. Becca looks between Natasha and the woman hesitantly.

"Is that what we are?" The blonde asks teasingly. Natasha looks at the blonde woman and she knows who she's talking to, but she knows Becca doesn't. She can remember Yelena from nearly twenty years ago, but picturing her as an adult, Becca hadn't ever done. She was caught up in her own turmoil and suffering within the Red Room with Sinclair and then being shipped off to the States to aid her father for Pierce. Becca lingers slightly behind her aunt as Natasha and Yelena keep their guns aimed at each other. Natasha stalks forward while Yelena walks backwards cautiously. "Put it down before i make you." Yelena says, her eyes not leaving Natasha.

"You put yours down." Natasha retorts as Yelena nearly stumbles over a lifted floorboard. "Watch your step." She states teasingly and then the two women exchange guns in sync, just as they were trained to do.

Before Becca can do anything, Natasha and Yelena begin to fight. Yelena grabs Natasha's arm and twists it behind her back, slamming Natasha into the doorframe and then pulling her backwards into the other side of the doorframe.

"Stop!" Becca shouts but Natasha makes eye contact with her niece and Becca knows to stay out of it. Everything in the teenager's body is screaming at her to aid her aunt in the fight but with Natasha saying to not interfere, there's nothing for Becca to do.

Becca cringes as she watches her aunt shove Yelena into the cabinets, breaking them from the force of the body coming into contact. Natasha grips onto Yelena's jaw and forces her onto her back. "Stay down. Stay down." Natasha grunts out as Yelena yelps, trying to break free. "Stay down!"

Yelena screams and grabs a plate, breaking it on Nat's head. The redhead staggers backwards as Yelena grabs a knife from the counter. Natasha grabs onto Yelena's arm and they move in the kitchen. Yelena's foot makes contact against the counter and she uses that momentum as she pushes off of it to slam Nat into the glass door.

"Auntie Nat!" Becca screams in fear, rushing over to her aunt and helping her up slowly. Becca then eyes Yelena and holds up her widow bites, "Don't come any closer." She snaps.

Yelena disregards Becca's threat and grabs another knife. Becca stands up and begins to move backwards as Yelena advances towards her. She decides against using her widow bites and dodges Yelena and the knife. The two girls then begin to advance against each other. Becca grabs onto a broken leg of a chair and tries to disarm Yelena. The blonde manages to grab hold of Becca from the waist and shoves her into the wall. Becca grunts out in pain but then grabs onto the curtains behind her and tears them off their rod.

She wraps the curtains around Yelena's neck tightly. Yelena drops Becca onto her feet and wraps the remaining curtains around Becca's neck in retaliation. Becca flips Yelena onto her back using the curtains wrapped around them and Yelena pulls Becca onto her back with her. The two women then try to choke each other using the curtain until Natasha rushes towards them.

"перемирие." Truce. Natasha states. "перемирие." Becca lets go first and Yelena gasps for air. Becca coughs as she sits up, pulling the curtain off her neck. All three women breathe heavily as Natasha sits down beside her niece. "Ты вырос." You've grown up.

"нет дерьма." No sh-. Yelena retorts as she sits up.

Becca hesitates and looks at her aunt and then at Yelena, "Aunt Tasha... who..?" She whispers and Yelena finally takes a good look at Becca. Her eyes widening in shock as she sees the sister she thought she'd never see again after Ohio.

"Rebecca?" Yelena whispers in disbelief.

Becca's eyes widen as her crystal blue eyes look at Yelena. "Lena...?" She asks as she finally looks long enough to see her little sister in the grown woman before her. Her little sister that loved fireflies and mac and cheese. The sister that adored their father. The sister that followed everything Natasha and Becca did.

The sisters that were torn apart.