"I gotta contribute something."

Night rolls over the sky in the outskirts of Budapest as the three women make their way into a small restaurant/bar. Children play soccer out front while their families enjoy adult conversation. Natasha was getting beers for Yelena and herself, Becca didn't drink so she had a root beer. The three of them needed to decompress as much as possible before the sun rose on the next day. They needed a plan for what they would do now that the Widows and Drekov's pet were after them.

Yelena hisses and breathes out heavily as Becca cleans her wound with straight alcohol they had gotten, "That hurts." The blonde whines.

"That means it's being cleaned properly." Becca counters with a raised eyebrow. Yelena moves her hand to see the wound but Becca smacks her hand away.

"What the hell?" Yelena complains with eyes wide in surprise.

"Don't touch it." Becca retorts with a shrug as she finishes cleaning the wound and places a bandage cloth on it, she slowly begins to wrap it with gauze as Natasha comes walking back with their drinks.

Yelena pouts at Becca but then looks over at Natasha, "The gas... the counteragent, it was synthesized in secret." She says. Becca's blue eyes travel to the bag Yelena had that was sitting on a seat beside Natasha. She could see the red vials of antidote. "By a widow from Melina's generation.." Yelena explains and Becca pauses her wrapping of Yelena's wound for a moment. Enough for Yelena to know that Becca understood what that meant. "I was on the mission to retrieve it, and she exposed me and i.... Killed the widow that freed me." Yelena finishes and Becca can feel her emotions creeping up inside of her.

That was something Sinclair and Dreykov could never break in her. Becca's empathy for others even if she didn't know them. She got it from her mother. The want and need to help others no matter the cost it took on them personally.

"Did you have a choice?" Natasha asks curiously.

"What you experienced was psychological conditioning. I'm talking about chemically altering brain functions. They're two completely different things." Yelena explains before answering Nat's question, "Rebecca experienced both." She adds.

Becca nods, "Sinclair's mind control... it's not chemical..." She says, "His compulsion is something entirely different, but the effects are the same. Though in my mind i knew i was doing bad things, i couldn't control my body." She states in explanation as to when Sinclair compelled her to kill Uncle Ben. And then in the past when he was perfecting his ability on her.

Yelena nods in agreement, "You're fully conscious, but you don't know which part is you." She adds her own variation of an explanation and then shakily glances at herself, "I'm still not sure."

Becca rests her hand on Yelena's shoulder gently. "I'm sure." She says softly. Yelena stares at Becca for a moment, taking in those two words. They held a great deal of meaning behind them. It told Yelena that Becca trusted her enough to know the difference. Perhaps because Becca was compelled in a similar fashion. But the two girls held a deeper relationship than they realized. And they were slowly finding that out.

"Is that all there is left?" Natasha asks as she glances at the vials in the bag.

"Mhmm." Yelena mumbles. "It's the only thing that can stop Dreykov and his network of widows." She explains and winces at Becca's pressure on her wound. "He takes more everyday. Children who don't have anyone to protect them. Just like us when we were small." Yelena says, looking at Natasha and then looks at Becca, "You.. You were always a special case.." she mutters.

Becca glances down and nods. She still remembers being ripped from her bed in the middle of the night. Thieves in the night. She still to this day doesn't know if it was Hydra or someone trying to build Hydra back that took her. "I know.." Becca replies. She hated how she was treated differently from anyone else.

"Maybe one in twenty survives the training, becomes a widow. The rest, he kills." Yelena says bitterly, sorrowfully. "To him, we are just things. Weapons with no face that he can just throw away. Because there is always.... More." Yelena pauses and then looks away from both Natasha and Becca. "And no one's even looking for him, thanks to you and Alexei."

"Alexei?" Natasha murmurs.

"As in... Papa Alexei?" Becca asks curiously.

Yelena nods, "Dad." She mutters in a child's voice. The three women glance over at a garage across the street, seeing a man tinkering with a car and a woman and child walking over to him. The child running to his father. "Did you ever look for your parents? Your real ones?" Yelena asks Natasha.

Becca looks over at Natasha once she finishes up wrapping Yelena's arm and tying it off. "Well, my mom abandoned me in the street like garbage." Natasha responds bitterly as she grabs onto her beer bottle and taking a drink from it. "What about you?" She asks Yelena.

"They destroyed my birth certificate.... so i reinvented it." Yelena states with a small smirk, taking her beer bottle and drinking some. "My parents still live in Ohio. My oldest sister moved out west. My other sister moved to New York."

Natasha and Becca chuckle, "Is that right?" Nat asks with a smirk.

"You're a science teacher." Yelena states with a proud smile. "You're working part time, though, especially after you had your son. Your husband... he renovates houses.The blonde then turns to Becca, "You live in Brooklyn with your dog and husband. He is a firefighter, you have a shelter for runaways."

Becca smiles at Yelena, seeing some parallels to her real life. Natasha laughs at the story, "That is not my story."

"I wish that was mine." Becca says softly with a chuckle.

"Then what are your stories?" Yelena asks.

Natasha tries to think, her mouth opens and closes a few times before she finds the right words to say in response, "I... never let myself be alone long enough to think about it.." Nat says with a small shrug.

"In my story..." Becca begins and it draws both pairs of eyes onto her, curious about what she had thought about. "I have a ranch. I don't know where, perhaps Montana? I would be married-"

"To the Peter boy, yes?" Yelena cuts in.

Becca huffs with a laugh, throwing her head back and staring at the ceiling. "I guess... in the past, yes. I suppose now... still yes." She mumbles with a weak smile as she looks back down at her lap. Her legs crisscrossed in the seat. "We would be married... and we'd have a son. Benjamin George Parker. Benny for short." She mumbles with a small smile. "I would run the ranch as a home for horses and lost girls.. Peter would help however he could. In the past... He wanted to be a scientist like Uncle Ben."

"I like that story." Yelena says with a smile. "Would i be an auntie?"

Becca laughs and nods, "Benny would call you Auntie Le Le. Because Yelena is too hard for him in the beginning but it sticks when he's older." She explains, smiling at Yelena.

The blonde beams, "He'd be my Ben Ben then." She states matter o' factly.

Natasha chuckles at the two of them and then looks at Becca, "That could still happen, you know. It's not too late for you.." she says softly, silently reminding Becca that she didn't go through the graduation ceremony she and Yelena did. Becca could still bear children.

Yelena nods in agreement and then looks at Nat, "Did you ever wish for kids?" She asks and then reaches across the table and grabs a vest. "I want a dog."

"You'd be the best dog mom." Becca says with a giggle.

"Right? I would be the absolute best dog mom." Yelena says in agreement.

Natasha chuckles with a tight smile as she watches the two bond. Reconnecting as sisters more and more. "Where are you gonna go?" Natasha asks Yelena, changing the subject away from children.

"I don't know." Yelena mumbles, staring at her beer bottle. "I don't really have anywhere to go back to, so i guess... anywhere." Yelena states with a shrug as she leans on the table with her elbows. Becca watches at Natasha leans forward as well, looking at Yelena intently. "Don't."

"Don't what?" Nat asks innocently.

"You're going to give me some big hero speech, i can feel it." Yelena chuckles.

"Speeches aren't really my thing." Nat says, "They're more her uncle's." She teases Becca.

Becca laughs softly and nods, "Uncle Steve gives good speeches." She agrees.

"Huh..." Yelena mumbles in slight disbelief.

"It was more like an invitation." Nat says.

Yelena glances between Becca and Nat, her eyes landing on Natasha. "To go to the Red Room and kill Dreykov?"

"Yeah." Nat says with a small smirk.

"Even though the Red Room is impossible to find, and Dreykov is too slippery to kill?" Yelena counters.

"Yeah." Nat answers.

Yelena huffs, "That sounds like a sh-load of work."

"Yep.." Becca mumbles. She then looks at both women and smiles softly, "It could be fun, though."

Yelena stares at her bottle and then looks up at the two, "Yup."

Natasha rests her chin on her hand and smirks at Becca and Yelena, "I saw where he put the keys." She says softly to them.

"Top drawer, green cabinet." Yelena and Becca say in unison.

They're on the road by midnight. Natasha drives while Yelena sits in the front seat, Becca reclined in the backseats. The freeway is mostly clear this late, the three women enjoy the quiet roads as the lights of bridges and buildings light up the car.

"You know... this is the first piece of clothing i've ever bought for myself." Yelena says, looking over her vest.

"That?" Natasha asks quizzically.

"Wait, you don't like it?" Yelena asks, offended and confused that Natasha couldn't like the vest that she adores. That she couldn't see the appeal in it.

"Well, i like it." Becca says from the backseat with a smile.

"Is it like a... is it army surplus, or...." Natasha teases with a straight face.

"Okay... it has a lot of pockets." Yelena says annoyed. Natasha and Becca laugh. "But i use them all the time, and i made some of my own modifications." Yelena rambles and then scoffs, "Whatever." All Nat does is laugh a bit more, annoying Yelena that much more. "Shut up. The point is, i've never... i've never had control over my own life before, and now i do. I want to do things." She states.

Natasha glances once more at Yelena's vest and smirks, "I like your vest." She says softly.

Yelena grins, "Yes. I knew it. I knew you did. It's so cool, right?" Yelena says with a wide smile on her face.

"It's really good. I like it a lot." Becca says. "Maybe you can make me one?" She asks with a smile.

"I would totally make you one!" Yelena says excitedly, "What color do you want? You suit a blue, or white perhaps." She rambles with a grin plastered on her face. "You can put so much stuff in this. You wouldn't even know." She goes off, talking about her vest. "Knives, you could have knives in here and no one would know."

"Wow." Becca says with a wide smile, leaning to look more at Yelena's vest. "I have a small collection of knives. Papa gave me a few of his." She says with a grin.

"Whoa..." Yelena mutters, stunned. "Are they sharp?"

"Extremely."

"So cool." Yelena says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I really... don't know where the Red Room is, though.." she says to Natasha softly. "I'm sorry."

"I know." Natasha says. "But i think i know somebody who does."

"Oh? Who, Aunt Tasha?" Becca asks curiously.

"We're gonna need a jet."

"That doesn't answer my question..." Becca grumbles in a pout.

"Right? So rude." Yelena adds with a pout of her own.

"I said we needed a jet." Natasha says loud enough for Mason to hear her as he steps out of the medium size helicopter in the middle of nowhere. The three women had walked out of a treeline into an open field to find Mason with the helicopter.

"Yeah, and you know what you didn't give me? Time. Or money. I'm not made of jets." Mason quips back, taking in the three women as they walk towards him.

"I thought you were supposed to be the best. Like a real pro." Yelena quips to Mason.

"Oh, i beg your pardon, tsarina. Was the free flat and lifetime supply of kissel not to your liking?" Mason retorts back with a smirk.

"Ha!" Yelena says sharply and quickly with a roll of her eyes.

"Don't let her wind you up." Natasha comments.

"No, i take exception to impugning my professionalism." Mason comments back, looking over at Becca for a moment and offering her a small nod and smile.

"Hi Mason.." Becca greets him with a small smile and wave.

"Well, you did set me and Becca up with a generator that crapped out after six hours." Natasha quips as she surveys the helicopter.

"That wasn't nice... We were in the middle of a Mr Bond movie.." Becca says in Natasha's defense to Mason.

Mason scoffs and looks between all three of them. "You as well? Ganging up on me?"

"Awee. He's sensitive. See why you keep him around." Yelena teases as she walks past Mason over to the front of the helicopter with Becca.

"Where's the rest?" Natasha asks her friend. Yelena blows warm air onto the glass of the helicopter and smiles. Mason then pulls out a duffle bag with three snowsuits for the three women.

"Voila." Mason states proudly.

"Ooohh." Yelena says as she grabs onto a protein bar in the duffle bag.

"Oh, i stashed that, like, five years ago." Natasha says to Yelena who continues chewing it. "How is it?"

"It's.. dry.. really dry." Yelena mumbles as she tries to chew more as she grunts and climbs into the helicopter.

Becca stares at the snowsuits and squats down with an awed expression on her face. "You know, you're getting dangerously close to running out of your tab." Mason warns Natasha who merely smirks at him. "Supplies i can tally, but you bring me attention from the authorities, all my prices go up." He says and it catches Natasha off guard.

The redhead stands up and looks at Mason with a slight tilt in her head. "What's that supposed to mean?" She asks.

"Your mate, Secretary Ross, have been sniffing around my affairs, to the point where i've got contacts declining my calls. I'm a private contractor." Mason explains and Becca stands up with a snowsuit in her arms.

"You are sensitive..." Becca whispers.

Mason gapes at Becca. "You were my last hope." He says and then huffs at them, "You're very annoying individuals." He states. Nat grabs onto the bag but Becca takes it from her aunt and tosses it onto the helicopter without a second thought. "That's like... fifteen pounds..." Mason says in shock at Becca's strength.

"I'm a Barnes, remember?" Becca chuckles with a smile at Mason. "My uncle is Captain America whether he chooses to accept it or not. My father is the Winter Soldier. My mother is the most famous doctor in the world and immortal. And my brother is Iron Man and one of the smartest people on Earth." She states with a proud smile of her family. "I gotta contribute something." She teases with a chuckle as she hops onto the helicopter.

Mason whistles under his breath in shock and awe at Becca. He turns back to Natasha, "Is she...?"

"A super soldier? Yes." Natasha answers with a nod, her hands going into the pockets of her leather jacket. "The world better watch out for her."

"She'll take the world by storm whether it's ready or not." Mason comments and Natasha nods in agreement.

"That's what i love about her." Natasha says with a proud smile.