BOTH Lana and Natasha drew guns immediately after the soldier left, "Well that was a mistake," Lana drawled.

"Was it?" Dreykov asked, a wicked smirk pulling at his lips.

"You just sent away the one that that would stop us from killing you," Natasha replied.

"Try then. Do it." Lana tried to fire but found the gun wasn't moving as it should, "Is the safety on? He grabbed the guns from their hands and fired into the ceiling, "No. try your knife."

Natasha tried to stab him but it stopped. He took it from her hand, "You're in trouble."

"How are you controlling us?" Lana asked.

"I'm not controlling you Phoenix. Well not yet. But there is a phenomenal lock. Smelling my pheromones prevents you from committing violence against me," he feigned hitting Natasha and she flinched away.

Lana felt like a child all over again. Getting scolded and punished.

Dreykov walked behind his desk, "I'm very upset with Melina. It's a shame I have to kill her." He looked at video footage on a tablet, "So this was the big plan, huh? Melina was going to land the Red Room and hand me over to the authorities," he swiped on the screen.

"So what now, you're going to fold us into your pathetic little puppeteer act?" Natasha asked.

"Pathetic, huh?"

"Yeah what would you call it?" Lana asked.

"I would call it-"

"When was the last time that you had a conversation with somebody that wasn't forced to talk to you?" Natasha questioned.

Dreykov looked up at her, "You ran away to fight in the wrong war. The real war was fought here in the shadows."

Lana shook her head, "You didn't fight in the shadows. You hid in the dark, like scared little baby."

"Real power comes from undetectable influence," Dreykov said.

"If no one's noticed, then why even do it?" Natasha asked leaning on the desk, "You're nothing. You have nothing."

"There are 50 people on this planet..."

Lana scoffed, "Oh stop it."

"Don't tell me to stop!" Dreykov shouted in anger, rising from his chair.

"If we don't tell you to stop how will you know when to shut up?" Natasha replied. His fist connected with her face and she grunted.

He rounded around the table and Natasha chuckled, "Come on. Think I can't take a punch?"

"Oh," he punched her again and she chuckled.

"God damn it, you're weak."

"Weak?"

"But Natasha it's easier to be tough in front of defenceless little girls," Lana stated from behind him. He whirled and punched her. Lana rotated her jaw and it snapped back into place, her accelerated healing already kicking in. He turned and backhanded Natasha.

"That's enough," he said. He kicked Natasha and she collapsed. She rose to one knee, "You both wouldn't be so glib if you had any notion of the scope of what I've built. I own this world. Me."

"You seem desperate to impress us," Lana stated.

"I don't need to impress you," Dreykov replied. He walked back to his desk, "I don't need to impress anyone."

Lana helped her sister stand as the man continued, "These world leaders, these great men," they watched as he opened a drawer and placed the back of his hand on the scanner. "They answer to me and my Widows."

A hologram appeared over the window, "Look at them." Thousands of dots appeared on a picture of a map, "These girls were trash. They are thrown out into the street. I recycle the trash." The two redheads stared at the faces that were appearing, "And I give them purpose. I give them life. It's my network of Widows that help me control the scales of power."

A video of an explosion appeared and he continued, "One command, the oil and stock markets crumble. One command and a quarter of the planet will starve. My Widows can start and end wars. They can make and break kings." They watched as a building blew up.

"You control all of that from here?" Lana asked.

"And with you two, Avengers under my control... especially you Svetlana, I can finally come out of the shadows using the only natural resource that the world has too much of. Girls." Their faces flashed upon the screen and Lana gritted her teeth at a photo of the girl she had killed earlier.

Natasha turned, "All from that little console?" she mocked.

"Yeah," The two smiled at each other as they walked back to his desk, "Oh you find this amusing. Why are you smiling?"

"Don't take it personally, but, uh..."

"Thank you for your cooperation," they chorused.

"You weren't quite strong enough, so... we'll have to finish it ourselves," Natasha muttered looking around the desk.

Dreykov chuckled, "What are you going to do?"

"The table will do," Lana said. Natasha nodded and banged her head on the table. Lana wiped the blood from her nose, "Sever the nerve."

Dreykov reached for the tablet. But Lana grabbed his hand and punched him in the face. He collapsed to the floor as Natasha turned to her, "Good job."

"Thanks," Lana smiled. She wiggled her fingers around Natasha's forehead and the older redhead walked toward Dreykov, jamming her foot into his stomach.

An alarm started to sound and Lana chuckled, "This might be a bad thing for you." The room started to shake and Natasha smiled.

"Not so talkative now, are you?" She rotated, kicking his face into the edge of the desk, "You took our childhood. You took our choices and tried to break us. But you're never gonna do that to anybody again."

Natasha went to kill him but a rope latched onto her pack and dragged her backwards. Lana looked at the Widows as Natasha stood.

"Nobody leaves this room until they're dead. Make them suffer." Dreykov walked out and Lana sighed.

"We don't want to hurt you. You don't want to hurt us," Lana said.

The Widows attacked.

"Lana, find Dreykov!" Natasha yelled.

Lana blasted the Widows away from her and sprinted out of the room.