LANA had ended up on a train to Budapest with her sister. Natasha had somehow tracked their youngest sibling there and to one of her old apartments.

The two Romanoff women entered the block of apartments and Lana looked around.

"How do you know she'd be here?" Lana asked quietly.

"Gut feeling," Natasha replied as they got into the elevator. The ride up was silent and as the doors slid open, Natasha stepped out, going toward a cupboard.

She felt around and pulled out a gun.

"Really? You just hide weapons were you please?" Lana scoffed as her sister shrugged.

Natasha walked toward a door and started to pick the lock, "I'm sure she already knows we're here," Lana said, "So there's no point."

"I know you're out there," a muffled voice called.

"Told you," Lana whispered.

"I know you know we're out here," Natasha drew the gun from her waistband as Lana used her powers to open the door.

They stepped inside slowly and shut the door.

"Then why are you two skulking about like it's a minefield?" Yelena questioned.

"'Casuse I don't know if I can trust you," Natasha replied. Lana looked into a room, seeing a faux armoury of weapons.

Yelena chuckled, "Funny I was going to say the same thing."

"So are we gonna talk like grown-ups?" Lana questioned. The two turned into a room seeing Yelena holding a gun to them.

"Is that what we are?" Yelena questioned.

"Stop acting like a child both of you," Lana stated.

They ignored her and Natasha stepped toward her youngest sister. Yelena stepped back with every step she took forward.

"Put it down before I make you," Yelena warned.

"You put yours down," Natasha replied. Yelena almost tripped, "Watch your step."

"Hmm," the girl ummed.

Lana rolled her eyes at her siblings and took a seat on the couch. She yawned as she rubbed her eyes. Natasha had so rudely awoken her from her slumber only to drag her onto a train and then fight with their sister.

She heard a series of bangs come from the kitchen but paid no mind as the two fought.

Natasha crashed through the door and Lana glanced at her.

"You could at least help me," Natasha said.

"Respectfully, no," Lana shrugged.

The fight started up again in front of her. Eventually, the two were on the floor with curtains wrapped around their necks.

Lana sighed and twiddled her fingers. The curtain raised up, with them in it and they levitated off of the ground.

"Truce," she said in Russian, "Say it."

"Truce," Natasha said.

Lana dropped her hand and they collapsed to the ground. Yelena gasped as she unwrapped the curtain.

Lana stood over them, "Are you going to stop acting like children now?" Yelena rolled her eyes.

"You've grown up," Natasha commented.

"No shit," Yelena replied standing up. She reached up and patted Lana on the shoulder. Lana chuckled at the strain as she was so short.

Natasha stood also, "Thanks for your help," she said to Lana sarcastically.

"Your welcome," Lana smiled.

Natasha rolled her eyes, "You had to come to Budapest, didn't you?"

"I came here because I thought you wouldn't," Yelena replied taking vodka out of the fridge, "But since you're here, what bullet does that?" she asked referring to the many arrow holes in the walls.

"Not bullets. Arrows," Natasha replied.

"Ah right," Yelena handed Lana a shot glass and she downed it enjoying the burn that came with it.

"If you didn't think I'd come here, why'd you send me this?" Natasha asked taking some viles and an old photo of the three from her pocket.

Yelena looked down at it in panic, "You brought it back here?" She walked out of the room and into another.

"What even is it?" Lana questioned as Natasha took the picture and followed after her.

"I'm not here trying to be your friend, but you need to tell me what that it," Natasha added.

They walked into the room, "It's a synthetic gas. The counteragent to chemical subjugation. The gas immunized the brain's neuropathways from external manipulation."

"Maybe in English next time?" Natasha asked.

"It's an antidote to mind control," both younger siblings explained in Russian, just to be spiteful.

"Real mature," Natasha replied.

"So why didn't you take it to one of your super-scientist friends?" Yelena asked shoving clothes into a bag, "They can explain it to you. Tony Stark, maybe?"

Lana chuckled, "We're not really friends right now."

Yelena spoke sarcastically, "Great. Perfect timing. Where's an Avenger when you need one?"

Natasha turned, "I don't wanna be here. I'm on the run. You could have gotten me killed."

"Hello, what am I, a picture on the wall?" Lana questioned.

"Well what was I supposed to do. You two are the only superhero people that I know. That was the whole reason that I sent it to you," Yelena said.

"You could have sent it to Lana," Natasha replied.

"I couldn't find Lana, the last I heard she was in Italy and then she disappeared," Yelena responded.

Lana smiled at the memory of her time in Italy.

"I kept checking the news, expecting to see Captain America bringing down the Red Room," Yelena said mockingly as she walked out of the room.

The two older women looked at each other, "What?" Lana quesioned.

"Taking down the red room? WHat are you talking about?" Natasha added, "It's been gone for years. Dreykov's dead. I killed him."

Lana remembered when Natasha had found her, she was still with the Red Room. Dreykov had just been killed by Natasha and the older Romanoff had spotted her. They had gotten into a fight before Natasha convinced her to come back to S.H.I.E.L.D.

"You don't actually believe that, do you?" Yelena asked. She saw their faces, "You really do believe that."

Lana whirled on her sister, "You said you killed him."

"Dreykov's dead. It took almost destroying the entire city just to get to him," Natasha said.

"If you're so sure, tell me what happened. Tell me what happened. Tell me excatly," Yelena commanded.

"We rigged bombs."

"Who's 'we'?" Yelenea asked.

"Clint Barton. Killing Dreykov was the final step in my defection to S.H.I.E.L.D."

Yelena nodded and shrugged a little, "Simple as that?"

Natasha started to doubt herself. She brshed past her youngest sister, "Yeah, sure 'simple'. That's what I call imploding a five story building and then shooting it out with thhe Hungarian Special Forces. It took ten days in hiding before we could even get out of Budapest."

"But yet even I found you," Lana shrugged as she took the second shot from her sister.

"You checked the body? Confirmed the kill?"

Natasha looked guilty but certain of her actions, "There was no body left to check." She walked away but Yelena stopped her.

"You're forgetting Dreykov's daughter."

Lana looked up at the ceiling as she heard thoughts and footsteps. A moment later, the ceiling in the living room crashed the the ground.