LANA SAT in a bar watching Yelena pour antibacterial onto the small cut on her arm. The blonde hissed as it stung and Natasha placed two beers on the table before them, sitting down next to Lana.

Yelena looked at them, "That gas, the counteragent, it was synthesized in secret, by an older Widow from Melina's generation. I was on a mission to retrieve it and she exposed me and I killed the Widow that freed me."

"Did you have a choice?" Natasha asked.

"What you experienced was psychological conditioning. I'm talking about chemically altering brain functions. They're two completely different things. You're fully conscious but you don't know which part is you. I'm still not sure," Yelena said.

Lana spoke up, "That feeling never goes away. It makes you feel dirty, someone played with your mind and now it's shattered into a million little pieces."

Natasha moved her chair over to help Yelena with the gash on her arm, "Is that all that is left?" She nodded to the viles in Yelena's bag.

Yelena hummed, "It's the only thing that can stop Dreykov and his network of Widows." She grunted as Natasha squeezed the cut and blew on it. Lana came over as well and gently passed her hand over it, "He takes more every day. Children who don't have anyone to protect them. Just like us when we were small. Maybe one in 20 survives the training, becomes a Widow. The rest he kills. To him, we are just things. Weapons with no face that he can just throw away. Because there is always more. And no one's even looking for him, thanks to you and Alexei."

"Alexei?" both redheads asked.

Yelena chuckled bitterly, "'Dad.'" The two sat and Lana drank from her bottle. They all looked toward where a man was repairing his car.

"Did you ever look for our parents? Our real ones?" Yelena asked as they watched the man pick up his son.

"Well Dreykov killed Mom and I assume he killed our father too," Lana said.

"What about your dad?" Natasha asked.

"They destroyed my birth certificate, so I reinvented it. Our mother lives in Ohio with my father. My sisters moved out west."

"Really?" Lana chuckled.

"You're a science teacher, you're working part-time through, especially after you had your son. Your husband, he renovates houses. And Lana's an engineer. Has a boyfriend who she plans to marry one day. Have her white-picket-fence life. A dog and everything," Yelena said.

"That is not our story," Natasha said with a shake of her head.

"What is your story?"

"I never let myself be alone long enough to think about it," Natasha shrugged.

"And if I let myself think about it, I'll think about all that I could have been and I'll lose control," Lana added.

Yelena stood and reached over the table, looking to the side where some kids were playing, "Did you ever wish for kids? I want a dog."

They looked at her as she pulled on her jacket, "Where are you gonna go?" Lana asked.

"I don't know. I don't really have anywhere to go back to, so I guess anywhere," Yelena replied. Natasha leaned forward, "Don't."

"Don't what?"

"You're going to give me some high hero speech. I can feel it."

Lana chuckled as Natasha responded, "Speeches aren't really my thing." Yelena huffed, "It was more like an invitation."

"To go to the Red Romm and kill Dreykov?"

"Yeah," Lana smiled.

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

"Yeah," Natasha said.

"That sounds like a shitload of work," Yelena stated bluntly. They agreed.

"Could be fun though," Lana stated and she agreed.

Natasha rest her head on her hand and smirked at them, "I saw where he put the keys."

"Top drawer, green cabinet," both replied with equal smirks adorning their faces. They clinked their bottles together in cheers before drinking.