"We are each still a trained killer."

A few hours later, closer to sunset, they had managed to steal a car and found an old gas station with a mini mart that was still open. Becca glances around the place as the three of them climb out of the car. Yelena had taken off her jacket to better access her arm, her bag of supplies over her shoulder. Becca had changed her shirt into a tank top because she was overheating. Being a super soldier meant your body chemistry was different in every way. Enhanced senses, speed, agility, she was much more agile than her uncle and father. She could move more swiftly and nearly as fast as them at top speed. She wondered what training with them would be like.

"Your fighting's gotten smoother." Natasha says to Becca with a small smile. "Fighting with that Spider kid helped didn't it?"

Becca hesitates, she felt like she couldn't ever escape Peter or Spider Man. Something always reminded her of him. Whether it was how she spoke during a fight, something she would see that she thought Peter might enjoy. It was anything and everything. And it hurt her because she couldn't call him or do anything about it.

"Aunt Tasha.. don't.." Becca mumbles and Natasha instantly takes notice of her niece's emotions and physical appearance. The teen was distraught and emotionally worn out. "I don't want to talk about it right now." She whispers, "But.... Can i borrow your burner?" She asks softly and hesitantly.

Natasha raises an eyebrow and then nods, "Course. But make it quick.." She says and hands over the small burner phone. Becca nods once and Nat knows she understands.

Becca stepped around the car as Yelena and Natasha went into the gas station. She dialed the number she knew by heart as her eyes looked down at her Kimoyo beads around her wrist. Her connection to her parents. But she wasn't calling her parents.

"Hello?" A male voice answers the other end and Becca's heart leaps into her throat. "If this is a car extended warranty thing.. i don't have a car.." He adds and it makes Becca break out into a teary laugh.

Her breathing was shaky as she contemplated whether or not she should even speak. To engage in conversation with him, she knew that if she started speaking, she may not be able to stop. What Zemo said was true in so many ways. Speaking the horrors unleashes them. Keeping them locked away conceals them. Hidden from exposure and possible hurt. But the person on the other end knew already who was calling. The laugh was unmistakeable to him. It was ingrained on his heart. On his soul even.

"Fi-" Peter stops himself. He knew the moment he heard her laugh who was calling him. And it struck him hard. It was too hard for him to acknowledge that she was actually calling him. "Can.. I even still call you that?

"I- I don't-" Becca stammers, not sure he should. And Peter knows instantly so he changes the subject.

"Is it really you?" He rambles and Becca could hear he was struggling. His voice was cracking. This was just as hard for him as it was for her. Knowing she left was hard, not knowing where she was was even harder for him. The worrying his mind put him through, the nights his senses wouldn't let him get a solid night sleep because he wasn't sure if she'd come home to him or not. Peter knew it was a dream for Becca to come back to him. He had messed up. He owned that he messed up. But he had no idea if Becca had forgiven him for it. He was almost sure she had when they spoke briefly at the Avengers Compound. She said that they both needed space to grow as individuals, as heroes. And even though he hated it, he agreed with everything Becca said. They were co-dependent on each other in a nearly unhealthy level after Uncle Ben's passing. They were joined at the hip, everyone at school knew it. So their break up shocked everyone at Midtown.

"Everything i see.... Reminds me of you." Becca whispers into the phone and sniffles. She just wanted to break down. Her emotions were at an all time high at the moment. From going from Tony's compound to Norway with Natasha, then having to go on the run to Budapest and then again having to be on the run for their safety yet again. It was taxing, exhausting. Her emotions were fried. "It aches so much. It's hard to handle sometimes..."

All Peter can do is try not to break down as well. His heart ached to comfort her. He didn't know what was happening with her. He didn't know if he should shut down this part of himself until it just became second nature. He couldn't handle the pain.

"I miss you too.. though i'm sure that doesn't help." Peter whispers shakily. "Gosh.. it feels like all of that was a lifetime ago. Now i hear things about the FBI and everyone tracking down the remaining Avengers... it makes me worried for you, Bec.." he mumbles, using a new nickname instead of the one that felt too sacred to use.

Becca smiled weakly, it made her heart ache but it helped at the same time. Knowing he was concerned for her. "I'm okay... Or at least as okay as i can be." She says softly. She knew she couldn't say a lot. But she wanted to ease his worries even just slightly. "I'm with family." She tells him.

Peter breathed out a shaky sigh of relief. If she was with family, she was protected. That was guaranteed. Whether that family was her parents, uncle or any of the Avengers. No matter if they were on the run. None of them would let anything happen to Becca. "Good.. that's... that's good." He whispers.

"If you see anything on the news about Aunt Tasha.. or a Red Room... know that that's me." She tells him with a small smile, "I'm doing something good for once.. i'm not sitting idle while i let others handle it..." she says proudly.

Peter sucks in air sharply as Becca tells him what could possibly happen. The actions she's doing. "You're making a difference." He whispers, "Just like you always wanted to do with your abilities." He says, extremely proud of the girl that still holds his heart in her hands. He would love her until his dying breath, he was sure of it.

"I am." Becca says softly, a small smile appearing on her lips as she looks over at her aunt and Yelena, "I.. I should go.." She mumbles abruptly, not wanting to hang up but she knows she needs to. "Goodbye, Pete.." She mutters, using a new nickname. Their old nicknames were sacred to them both. A previous life they lived, where everything seemed too good to be true.

Peter's heart flutters and he blinks rapidly, "O- Okay.. B- Bye, Bec..." He mumbles and watches as the line goes dead.

Becca sniffles as she wipes her eyes but makes her way into the gas station and looks between her aunt and Yelena. She hands Natasha the burner phone and then looks around the small shop for any supplies they could use.

Natasha and Yelena both watch Becca cautiously and hesitantly. Not knowing if she would break down or not. Nat had a feeling she knew who her niece was calling. And it wasn't her parents. If Becca had called her parents, she would have used the Kimoyo beads around her wrist. They were her tether to her parents.

"So... if the Red Room is still active. Where is it?" Natasha asks Yelena.

"I have no idea." Yelena responds without hesitation. "He moves location constantly." She adds.

"Every Widow is sedated on entry and exit for maximum security." Becca says, remembering when she was there a little. She remembered Sinclair and her going to the Red Room. She was sedated while Sinclair was untouched.

Becca grabs a few things of first aid supplies as Natasha leans against the doorframe. "I'm just finding it hard to believe that he could stay off my radar." Natasha says quizzically.

"Well, it's not smart to attack an Avenger if you want to stay hidden." Yelena states while she grabs her own supplies. "I mean, the clue is in the name. Dreykov kills you, one of the big ones comes to avenge you." Yelena comments with a shrug.

Nat raises an eyebrow curiously, "Wait, one of the big ones?" She asks.

Becca nods along with Yelena. "Uncle Steve, Uncle Thor.." She lists off and Yelena stares at Becca. How easily it is for the brunette teen to rattle off big names like that and be able to call them uncles. Given one is actually her uncle, but Thor was a norse god of legend and myth. And Becca gets to call him uncle.

"I doubt the god from space has to take ibuprofen after a fight." Yelena quips.

"He has fast healing." Becca murmurs under her breath. Yelena motions to Becca with her hand, as if proving her point further.

The blonde looks between the two of them after a few moments and sighs, "I know Rebecca's circumstances.. but.. Where did you think i was all this time?" She asks Natasha.

Becca watched her aunt, the redhead wasn't handling the information well. Knowing her entire life outside of the red room was more or less a lie. Her defecting to shield a lie. She was in hard denial. "I.. thought that you got out and were living a normal life." Natasha says as she moves behind Yelena over to the sinks and begins to wash her hands.

"And you just never made contact again?" Yelena asks bitterly.

"Honestly, i thought you didn't want to see me." Natasha states.

Becca's eyes widen slightly in surprise. Yelena scoffs, "Bullsh-" She snaps, "You just didn't want your baby sister to tag along whilst you save the world with the cool kids." Yelena states as she moves out of the back room.

Becca looks over at Natasha hesitantly as she also leaves the backroom. "You weren't really my sister." Natasha states curtly.

Yelena pauses, trying to hide the hurt that flashed across her face for a moment. "And the Avengers aren't really your family." She snaps back. "They are Rebecca's.. but not yours." She states with narrowed eyes.

The teenager could feel the tension between the two and she could probably cut it with one of her knives her papa had gifted her from his collection. She missed her parents. She missed her brother. She wanted to see them but she knew she couldn't unless she wanted to worry them.

"Why do you always do that thing?" Yelena asks suddenly and randomly, causing Becca to giggle.

"Do what?" Natasha asks.

"The thing you do when you're fighting." Yelena states and Becca gasps at the realization.

"Oh! You mean this!" Becca says with a laugh and she crouches down into the pose she'd seen her aunt do dozens of times.

"Yes!" Yelena exclaims and copies Becca's pose. "This thing that you do. You whip your hair.. back and forth when you are fighting." She grunts and whips her hair up and down while in the pose to show Natasha.

"With the arm and the hair." Becca adds and Yelena nods.

"Exactly. The arm and the hair. You do like a fighting pose." Yelena grunts as she breaks out into laughter. "It's a fighting pose, you're a total poser." She says as Natasha sets everything down on the counter to pay for the things they picked up off the shelves.

"I'm not a poser." Nat says with just the hint of a smirk on his face. Becca could see it as she whipped her hair more with giggles escaping her lips.

"Oh, come on! They're great poses!" Becca laughs as she and Yelena stand back up.

"But it does make you think everyone's looking at you, like.... All the time." Yelena states with a smile.

Nat shakes her head defensively. "All that time i spent posing, i was trying to actually do something good to make up for all the pain and suffering that we caused." She snaps and takes the items off the counter.

Becca sighs, losing her laughter and looking down at her shoes, "Trying to be something more than a trained killer..." She whispers. She knew that struggle intimately. Trying so desperately to forget that side of her life, to blend in with the normal kids of Midtown. To live a normal life with Peter and Aunt May.

Yelena looks between the two and shrugs, "Well, then you are fooling yourself, because pain and suffering is every day and we are each still a trained killer." She retorts sharply. "Except, i'm not the one that's on the cover of a magazine. I'm not a killer that little girls call their hero." She finishes and storms out of the small gas station mart.

Becca hesitates and refocuses her emotions to make it so that she doesn't break down. What Yelena said was true, and it hurt to hear. But that was often the reality of truth. It's not sugar coated, it's real. It's painful at times. And that was what Becca needed to learn more of. Was how to cope with the truth of the world she lived in, not the bubble she had been privileged to be under for so long with her family despite the constant fighting that seemed to happen.

She blinks back tears and squares her shoulders, following Yelena out of the mini mart without looking at Natasha. Because she knew that her aunt held the same expression she did.