𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 ! * ぃ ﾟ.➹
❛𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗎𝗁 ?❜

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        THE FOUR OF THEM SAT ALL IN AN LARGE ventilation shaft above the case door. Natasha had just slowly closed the opening through which they had just climbed through.

Alena slowly pulled out the glass splinter and let out a quiet grunt as she placed it onto the metal. The brunette grabbed the bandage from her pocket and slowly rapped it around her upper arm.

Miles watched her silently as he slowly lifted up his hands, "May I?" The brunette looked over at him and slowly nodded her head before her gaze fell onto Yelena who laid on the metal and bandaged herself.

Miles slowly grabbed the two ends of the bandage and carefully made a knot into it.

Natasha looked at her sister as she had a worried expression on her face, "You're okay?"

"Yeah, grate plan!", Yelena snarled as she carefully sat up. "I love the part where I almost bled to death."

Alena let her gaze wander around as she saw that Miles was finished with her bandage. "Thank you", the woman quietly muttered to him as she nodded her head.

Alena then let her gaze wander around the ventilation shaft, "Well, this is cozy."

Natasha continued looking through the gutter as she answered them, "Barton and I spent two days hiding out up here."

Yelena eyed their surroundings as well as she spotted some tic-tac-toe games on the wall. "That must have been fun." Natasha ignored her comment as she was deep in her own thoughts, "Who the hell is that guy?"

"Dreykov's special project. He can mimic anyone he's ever seen. It's like fighting a mirror", Alena explained to her, not lifting her gaze up from the ground.

Yelena stared at the wall infront of her, "Dreykov only deploys him for top-priority missions."

Natasha shook her head in confusion as she rubbed her forehead with her hand, "This dosen't make any sense."

"Well, the truth rarely makes sense when you omit key details", Yelena shot back at her as she gave her sister a dark look.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Yelena squinted her eyes, "You didn't said one word about Dreykov's daughter." The blond made a pause as everything was quiet, "You killed her."

Miles slowly looked over at Natasha, who stared into her youngest sisters eyes, "I had to. I needed her to lead me to Dreykov. His daughter was collateral damage. I needed her to be sure."

The red head looked to the ground as tears built up in her eyes. A train passed by underneath them as Alena eyed her sister, "And here you are, not so sure."

Natasha inhaled deeply before she looked up again, "I needed out."

Silence fell over them as the four sat there for a while. After a while they all felt safe to climb down again.

It was already afternoon as the group entered a gas station to fill their pockets with medical things and a little bit of food.

"The Red Room is still active. Where is it?", Natasha questioned the others as they just walked into the station.

"We both have no idea. He moves the location constantly. And every widow is sedated on entry and exit for maximum security", Yelena answered her honestly as she searched for something inside the shelf.

Natasha leaned against the door frame as she and Miles exchanged a look, "I just find it hard to believe that he could stay of my radar."

Alena looked up at her as she held a couple of bandages in her hand, "Well it is not smart to attack an Avenger if you want to stay hidden. I mean, the clue is pretty much in the name. Dreykov kills you, one of the big ones comes to avenge you."

The brunette looked back into the shelf looking for a pain med. "Wait what are the big ones?", Natasha questioned her irretaded.

"Well, I doubt the God from space has to take an ibuprofen after a fight", Yelena joked from the other side of the room.

The two looked at each other before Yelena broke the eye contact, "Where did you think we were all this time?"

Natasha hesitanted for a shirt moment as she made her way through the room, towards the sink that stood in a corner. "I thought that you two got out and were living a normal life."

"And you just never made contact again?", Yelena asked her as she looked down sadly. "Honestly I thought you didn't wanna see me", the red head answered her which made the blond laugh. "Bullshit."

Alena and Yelena both made their way towards the other shelf as the blond continued, "You just didn't want your baby sisters to tag along, whilst you saved the world with the cool kids."

Natasha followed after them, "You weren't really my sister's." The smile immediately disappeared from Yelena's face as Alena shot her an annoyed glare. "Not your sister, huh?"

Miles had already left towards the car again, not wanting to deal with the family drama and all.

"And the Avengers aren't your real family", Yelena stated as she grabbed a bottle and approached the cash register. Meanwhile Alena eyed her oldest sister closely as she suddenly spoke up again, "Why do you always do that thing?"

Natasha looked at her confused, "What thing?"

"That thing you do when you're fighting. The like- wait, Yelena do the thing", Alena told her older sister in a russian accent as she pointed her finger at the blond.

Yelena smirked as she slowly slided onto the ground and made a fighting pose as she whipped her hair back and forth.

"This thing you do when you whip your hair back when you're fighting with the arm and the hair. And you do, like, a fighting pose." Yelena laughed amused as she looked up at a confused looking Natasha, "It's a fighting pose. You're a total poser."

Natasha smirked lightly, "I'm not a poser." Her smirk slowly faded from her lips as Yelena stood up again, "Oh, come on. I mean, they're great poses, but it does look like you think everyone's looking at you, like, all the time."

Without missing a beat Natasha snapped back at her, "All that time that I spent posing, I was trying to actually do something good, to make up for all the pain and suffering we caused."

She placed her things onto the counter as she still looked at them, "Trying to be more than just a trained killer."

Yelena held her breath for a small moment as she turned back to the shelf and grabbed another box.

"Well, then you were fooling yourself because pain and suffering is every day and we are all three still trained killers. Except that Alena and I are not on the cover of a magazine. We're not the killers that little girls call their hero."

Alena saw how Natasha's face expression changed into one of sadness. The brunette quickly grabbed Yelena by the arm, "That's enough, Yelena."

The blond looked at her as Alena nodded her head towards the car and the russian silently followed after her older sister.

As the two had finally reached the car they had stolen and spotted Miles. He had rolled down the window and placed his feet on the black console as he watched a couple of people that stood by their cars.

Alena opened the car door and let Yelena climb through before she got in as well.

"Jeez, that took forever", the black haired man exclaimed before as he looked into the mirror that was attached to the ceiling.

Alena's eyes met his and the two looked at each other for a couple of seconds before the brunette cleared her throat and looked away.

"Yeah, family drama", she joked sarcastically as she stared out of the window, but that didn't stopped Miles from continuing to watch her, which didn't went unnoticed by Yelena, who smirked knowingly.

In that moment the driver door was janked open and Natasha climbed into the car before she handed Alena the stuff she had bought to the back.

A silence fell over the car again as Natasha started the engines and they continued their way further away from Budapest.

Hours went by and it was already evening, they had abandoned the car and we're now at a restaurant for people on the travel.

Yelena and Alena just opened a couple of small bottles of pure alcohol. They let them clink together and turned to their wounds before they let the see through liquid slowly run over them.

The russians both let out deep breaths as they clenched their yaws and grunted. Natasha quietly handed Miles his beer and sat down besides him.

"That gas, the counteragent, it was synthesized in secret by an older widow from Melina's generation", Yelena started to explain to Natasha as she exchanged a look with Alena.

The brunette grabbed her beer bottle tighter as she looked up at Nat, "We were both on the mission to retrieve it, and she exposed us-"

She stopped and glanced at Yelena who inhaled deeply before she finished her sister's scentence, "And I killed the widow that freed us."

Natasha immediately rose an eyebrow at her, "Did you have a choice?"

Alena took a sip from her beer before she placed it back onto the table, "What you experience was psychological conditioning. We're talking about chemically altering brain functions. They're two completely different things."

She let her gaze wander around the people that sat by the many different tables. "You're fully conscious but you don't know which part is you."

The swallowed quietly as her eyes teared up, "I'm still not sure."

"Me neither", Yelena agreed with her immediately as she stared at the table infront of her.

Natasha looked at the two intensive before she stood up and walked over to check on Yelena's wound, "Is that all there is left?" The dark haired man on Alena's opposite question as he nodded his head at the gas that was hidden in Yelena's bag.

"Mhmm. It's the only thing that can stop Dreykov and his network of widows."

Yelena's voice got louder by the end of scentence because Natasha pushed onto her wound. Yelena shot her a glare before she relaxed again.

"He takes more every day", the blond told them as she shook her head. "Children who don't have anyone to protect them. Just like us when we were small. Maybe one in 20 survive the training, become a widow. The rest, he kills."

Natasha switched places and now looked at Alena's arm as the brunette scoffed and stared straight ahead, "To him we are just things. Weapons with no faces that he can just throw away. Because there is always more. And no one's even looking for him, thanks to you and Alexei."

Natasha took still care of her wound as she repeated the familiar name, "Alexei?"

Yelena hummed as she took a sip from her beer, "Dad."

Natasha finished the new bandage on Alena's arm before she sat down again. The group silently watched a man by his car and the kids that run around him, laughing loudly.

"Did you ever look for your parents? Your real ones?", Yelena suddenly questioned Natasha as she still watched the boy playing with his father.

Natasha looked down towards the bottle she was holding in her hand, "Well, my mum abandoned me in the street like garbage." She made a long pause before she looked at the others, "What about you?"

Alena nodded her head frustrated as she leaned forward, "Yeah, they destroyed our birth certificate, so Yelena kind of reinvented them. Tell her." Alena nudged Yelena's shoulder and the blond smirked a bit.

Natasha looked at the blond interested, "You parents still live in Ohio. Our older sister moved out west."

Natasha let out an amused chuckle, "Is that right?" Yelena continued smiling widely, "You're a science teacher. You're working part-time, through, especially after you had your son. Your husband, he renovates houses."

Miles smiled at Natasha who smiled as well, the red head shook her head, "That is not my story."

Alena scoffed as she eyed her sister, "What is your story?" Natasha's face slowly fell again before she answered her, "I never let myself be alone long enough to think about it."

There was the silence again, but Yelena broke it as she stood up and grabbed her dark green vest from the chair behind her. "Did you ever whished for kids?"

The blond sat down again as she put on the vest, "I want a dog." Natasha remained quiet as she eyed her two younger sisters.

Eventhought the red head didn't wanted to admit it, they really were her sister and she was amazed by how grown they were now.

"Where you gonna go?", she suddenly questioned them curious. "I don't know", Alena answered her while Yelena shrugged silently.

"We both don't really have anywhere to go back to, so I guess anywhere", the blond russian answered her as she the beer bottle against her nose.

Natasha exchanged a look with Miles before she slowly leaned onto the table and sighed.

"Don't", Yelena immediately interrupted her. "Don't what?"

Yelena laughed as she shook her head, "You're gonna give us some big hero speech, I can feel it."

Miles shook his head chuckling as he looked over at Natasha, who's attention was drawn back towards him. "Speeches aren't really her thing, we have another guy for that."

He winked at Natasha who rolled her eyes but smirked. "It was more like an invitation."

Alena eyed her seriously as she still held her drink in her hand, "To go to the Red Room and kill Dreykov?"

"Yeah."

"Eventhought the Red Room is impossible to find and Dreykov is too slippery to kill?", the brunette rose an eyebrow at the red head who nodded her head. "Yeah."

Yelena exhaled as she smirked, "That sounds like a shitload of work."

"Yep", Natasha answered them before a smirk appeared on her face as well. "Could be fun though." Yelena pushed a hair strand out if her face as she sighed, "Yup."

Miles leaned forward as he whispered, "I saw where he put the keys." Alena looked over at the car and answered, "Top drawer, green cabinet."

She looked back at the man who smiled at her and the brunette grabbed her beer before they all let their bottles click together.

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AFTER A COUPLE OF PEOPLE HAD DROVE AWAY from the restaurant, and the kids had went home, the group of four quietly stole the car. Alena sat in the seat beside Nat, who as always drove the car while Yelena and Miles were in the back.

"You know, this is the first piece of clothing I ever bought for myself", Yelena's voice suddenly spoke up from behind Alena. Natasha peeked back towards her sister as she rose an eyebrow, "That?"

"Yeah, you don't like it?", the blond questioned her as a frown made it's way onto her face. Natasha concentrated back onto the road as she questioned her, "Is that like a- is it army surplus, or-?"

Yelena immediately interrupted her as she rolled her green eyes, "Okay! It has a lot of pockets. But I use them all the time, and I made some of my own modifications."

She then scoffed as she waved Natasha off and looked out of the window again, "Whatever."

Alena gave Natasha and amused glance as the red head let out a laugh. "Shut up. The point is, I've never- I never had control over my own life before, and now I do. I want to do things."

Natasha hummed before she nodded her head to herself, "I like your vest." Alena still looked at Natasha and smiled before she gazed back at Yelena who raised her fists into the air. "I knew it. I knew you did. It's so cool right?"

Natasha smiled as Alena nodded her head and sighed, "Yeah, it's cool. I like it too."

Yelena looked down onto her vest as she played with the pockets, "And you can put so much stuff in there. You wouldn't even know."

There was silence in the car as Alena looked straight ahead, "I really don't know where the Red Room is, though. Sorry."

Natasha shrugged at the words of her sister. "I know. But I think I now somebody who does."

"Oh yeah, who?", Miles sleepy voice came from the back. "We're gonna need a jet", Natasha only answered him shortly as she continued to drive.

The others exchanged curious look before they all tried to close their eyes as well. The night slowly changed into day and as they had finally reached the meeting spot where Natasha was meeting her old friend, Rick, they all got out of the car.

The group of four made their way through the many thick trees and at some point they reached a large area of grass. And in the middle stood an old looking Helicopter.

"I said we needed a jet", Natasha immediately complain as she spotted the old looking, rusty thing. The man from Norway climbed out of the Helicopter shouting, "Yeah, you know what you didn't give me? Time or money. I'm not made of jets!"

"I thought you were supposed to be the best. Like a real pro", Yelena questioned him as they all approached the helicopter.

"Oh, I beg your pardon, tsarina. Was the free flat and lifetime supply of kissel not to your liking?", Rick question the blond who shot him a look. "Ha!"

Alena let out a snort before she held up her one hand and waved him off, "Don't let her wind you up."

"No, I take exception to impugning my professionalism", he answered her as his look wandered off to Natasha, who spoke up now too, "Well, you did set me up with a generator that crapped out after six hours."

Rick let out an amused laugh as he pointed from Natasha to Yelena, "You, too, huh? Tag team."

Yelena approached the front of the helicopter as she let out a deep breath, "Oh, he's sensitive. See why you keep him around."

Alena leaned to the side and watched her little sister stopping as she breathed against the glass and smiled to herself.

"Where's the rest?", Natasha's voice spoke up from the back of the Helicopter. Rick reached inside and quickly pulled out a brown bag before he placed it onto the ground.

"Voliá."

Miles slowly pulled the bag opened as Yelena's eyes grew big, "Ohh." The blond grabbed inside the bag and Natasha quickly addressed her, "I stashed that, like, five years ago."

Yelena looked at her sister as she bit into the fruit bar and chewed on it. "How is it?", the red head questioned her curious as she smirked a bit.

"It's dry. It's really dry", she answered as Miles, Rick and Alena watched her disgusted. The blond Russian walked past them and slowly climbed into the helicopter as Alena followed after her.

Natasha kneeled down towards the bag and began to pull out the white suits that were inside of it.

"You know, you're getting dangerously close to running out your tab. Supplies I can tally, but you bringe me attention from the authorities, all my prices go up", Rick told the two ex-avengers as they both looked up at him surprised.

"What's that supposed to mean?", Miles questioned the man as he and Natasha stood up.

The dark skinned man stuffed his hands into his pockets as he shook his head, "Your mate, Secretary Ross, has been sniffing around my affairs to the point at which I've got contacts declining my calls. I'm a private contractor."

Natasha looked at him with a dog look as she pushed her lower lip slightly forward, "You are sensitive."

Miles let out a snort as Rick frowned at Nat, "You're a very annoying individual."

Miles grabbed the bag from the ground as he looked at Rick, "We make it up to you, man."

"Mhmm. That's what Natasha here says every time", Rick said as he rose an eyebrow at the red head. The two smiled at him and climbed into the helicopter before Rick pushed the door shut behind them.