Mia and Natasha had been walking for hours until they reached a gas station. During their walk, Mia called her soulmates.

Natasha, in respect and plain disinterest, walked further ahead.

"I swear I'm fine," Mia told them as she held up her wrist, a small hologram floating above it displaying the worried Mikaelsons.

Before she had left, she had given them all a Stark watch to share. She knew they would want to keep in touch with her and Klaus had asked for it.

"The dried blood on your face says otherwise," Elijah told her as he stared at her face which was covered in a mix of blood and dirt.

Mia stared up at the road before looking back down.

"How's your arm?" Rebekah asked softly. She was apparently the only sane one of her siblings when it came to Mia's health.

"It hurts," Mia answered honestly, glancing down at the wound which was still covered by a cloth. "Natasha and I are going to get some bandages at the next gas station."

"You should have taken some of our blood with you," Klaus scolded. He hated seeing her injured.

"I don't need it," She told them, "I'm fine. It's just a scratch."

"You were impaled, darling."

"And I've dealt with much worse. I survived a gunshot for over 24 hours without being treated, right Lijah? And this time, Natasha is here to patch me up."

When Natasha heard the Mikaelsons sigh, she scoffed before turning back, "Mia will be fine. Now stop being so dramatic, it's annoying."

Mia grinned when he saw the offended looks on the Original's faces, "She's not wrong. I really am fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Mia, if you don't shut them up, I will hang up the call for you," Natasha warned. She was happy Mia had found her mates but that didn't mean she wouldn't get annoyed by the clinginess.

She could tell Mia was struggling. She knew the younger girl struggled with love more times than not.

"We're at the gas station. You should hang up so we don't cause suspicion," Natasha spoke up softly as they walked past the gas pumps.

Mia nodded, "I gotta go. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

After she hung up she sent a thankful smile to her sister, "Thank you."

"Are you doing alright? I know you've always hated the concept of soulmates."

Mia nodded as she walked through an aisle filled with cheap medicine, "I'm handling it. It's just a little overwhelming."

The redhead smiled slightly as she slipped a package of bandages into her pocket, "If the Red Room's still active, where is it?"

"I have no idea. Luke told me Dreykov moves locations constantly. And every widow is sedated on entry and exit for maximum security."

"I'm just finding it hard to believe that Dreykov stayed off our radar."

Mia shrugged as she picked up a small bottle of alcohol, "Well, it'd be stupid to attack Avengers if you want to stay hidden. I mean, the clue is in the name. Dreykov kills us, one of the big ones would come to avenge us."

"Wait, what are the big ones?" Natasha asked once more as she slipped a few snack bars into her bag.

"Well, we both know Thor doesn't need to take an ibuprofen after a fight."

She sighed before placing a few items on the counter and watched as the clerk scanned them. Unlike Natasha, Mia planned to actually pay for her items.

"Why do you always do that thing?" Mia asked suddenly. 

"Do what?"

"That thing you do when you're fighting. The... Like, the..." She paused as she leaned down on her right leg, pushing out her left before flipping her hair back, "This thing that you do when you whip your hair when you're fighting. With the arm and the hair. And you do like a fighting pose."

Natasha held back a smile as she watched the blonde flip her head back and forth.

"It's- It's a fighting pose. You're a total poser."

"I'm not a poser," Natasha argued. 

Mia laughed loudly, "Oh, come on. I mean, they're great poses," She told the redhead as she stood up, "But it does look like you think everybody's looking at you, like, all the time."

"If I recall you have a pose too. So does Peter and you don't make fun of him."

"Well, I have better things to make fun of Peter for. Like the time he slipped on a banana and fell like a cartoon character," Mia handed the clerk a wad of cash before walking out, Natasha following behind her.

"Why are you so angry? What else did your father tell you?"

"I'm not angry, Natasha. I'm disappointed," Mia told her simply as she walked toward what appeared to be a small restaurant just down the street.

"Why, Mia? You know what our job entails."

"She didn't deserve to die. I don't care if she was Dreykov's daughter or if it was your one way to get into shield. You knew I was with Tony Stark at the time, you knew I could have gotten you in easily. So why didn't you? Why did you have to kill an innocent girl?"

"We needed Dreykov dead. How can you not understand that?"

"And we could have killed him hundreds of other ways. Ways that didn't include a young kid's death. Do you seriously not remember? In the Red Room what happened every day at exactly 12 pm?"

Natasha stayed silent but she knew the answer.

"Exactly. Every day, we would watch as the bodies of young girls were taken. Millions of kids died and we had to watch it. That's why I'm disappointed."

— — —

Mia bit her lip as she poured some alcohol onto her wounded arm. The cut wasn't deep and thankfully didn't need stitches.

She glanced up as Natasha sat across from her, "That gas; the counteragent. It was synthesized in secret by an older widow in Melina's generation. I was on a mission to retrieve it, and she exposed me, and I killed the widow that freed me along with the one that went with me."

"Did you have a choice?"

"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. It took me years of therapy to know."

"That's why you acted so differently in the Red Room. Your mind had been altered," Natasha whispered, "And that's why you went back to New York to find your mom. You knew she was the only person who truly knew you before."

Mia nodded as Natasha moved to sit beside her before glancing at her arm. She pulled the cloth away from it before glancing at the red vials hidden in her backpack, "Is that all there is left?"

"To my knowledge, yes. It's the only thing that can stop Dreykov and his network of widows," She grunted as Natasha squeezed the cut before blowing on 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 twenty survives the training, becomes a widow. The rest, he kills."

Natasha grabbed a small piece of gauze before pressing it against Mia's arm. She grabbed another before wrapping it up tightly. She cut the wrap before moving to sit across from Mia once more.

"No one's even looking for him anymore because of you and Alexei."

"Alexei?"

"Your father... Did you ever look for your real parents? Not Melina and Alexei but..."

"Well, my mom abandoned me in the street like garbage. What about you?"

"They destroyed my birth certificate. So, Tony and I reinvented it. My parents are Tony Stark and Pepper Potts, they adopted me after they found me living on the streets. Brother is Peter Parker, adopted."

"You and Peter are legally siblings? I thought you only had Stark and Pott's for parents."

"Peter was added on a few years later after his uncle died. Just in case, you know? If anything happens, he comes to us. Not some stupid orphanage where they mistreat kids."

Mia smiled as she put on her vest, "I want a dog."

Natasha chuckled, "You already have one."

Her lip twitched upwards, "I guess I do."

"Where are you gonna go? After all of this."

"Back to Mystic Falls. When they are finished hopefully we'll move to New York and get a nice home. Lord knows Tony would not let the Mikaelsons stay."

Natasha sat up before setting her beer on the table.

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

"You're going to give me some big sister slash hero speech, I can feel it."

"Speeches are more of Steve's thing."

"Right."

"I know you're scared. You shouldn't be though," Natasha told her, causing Mia to sigh, "Thought you said you weren't going to give me a speech?"

"I changed my mind. The Mikaelsons- I know you weren't expecting four but the Mikaelsons love you. Peter and Thor told me how they look at you. They will never leave you, Mia."

"It's not that I'm worried about."

"Then what is it?"

"I'm just a human, Natasha. I don't even know what I want to do in my future- How am I supposed to know if I want to be a vampire? This job puts my life on the line 24/7. I could die at any point and what will happen to them? When your soulmate dies, a piece of you dies along with them."

"Then talk to them. They will understand and if they don't, Stark, Steve and I will go down there and whoop their asses. If that doesn't work, I'm sure Wanda, Thor and Loki would love to be of service."

"Wanda, Thor and Loki would actually kill them so I think we should draft that idea."

Natasha grinned, "If they hurt you I don't see an issue with it. You're family, Mia. We will do anything to protect our family even if it means killing some old ass vampires... Would you like to come with me?"

"To where?"

"To go to the Red Room and kill Dreykov."

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

"Yeah."

"That sounds like a shitload of work."

Natasha sighed, "Yup. Could be fun though."

Mia smiled, "Yup."

The redhead nodded her head toward a garage where a man was walking away from his car, "I saw where he put his keys."

Mia grinned, "Top drawer, green cabinet."

They clinked their drinks together before downing the rest of the alcohol. 

— — —

The two widows were driving along a road in silence before Mia spoke up, "You know this is the first piece of clothing I ever bought for myself? It took me twelve shifts at the coffee shop."

Natasha glanced at the green vest, "That?"

"Yeah. You don't like it?"

"Is that like a... is it army surplus, or..."

Mia rolled her eyes, "Okay. It has a lot of pockets."

Natasha chuckled softly.

"But I use them all the time. And I made some of my own modifications-" She scoffed before looking out the window. "Kol likes it."

"Oh, I'm sure he does."

"Shut up. The point is I never had control over my own life before and now I do. I want to do things."

"Hmm," She smiled, glancing back down at the vest, "I like your vest."

"I knew it. I knew you did. It's so cool, right?"

Natasha grinned once more, "It's good. Yes, I like it."

"And you can put so much stuff in there. You wouldn't even know," She breathed out as she leaned her head against the headrest, "I really don't know where the Red Room is though. I'm sorry. I don't even know where Luke is so they probably took him or he fucked off."

"I know. But I think I know somebody who does."

"Oh yeah? Who?"

"We're gonna need a jet. You should call your soulmates. We might not have service where we're going."

Mia's eyes narrowed as she pulled out her phone, "You know what's shit?"

The older woman chuckled, "What?"

"I had service while I was in Asgard yet I don't have service on these stupid backroads."

— — —

"I said we needed a jet," Natasha spoke up as she and Mia walked into a field where an old, beat-up plane sat.

"Yeah. You know what you didn't give me? Time. Or money. I'm not made of jets," A man, one of Natasha's friends, answered as he walked out of it.

"Remind me why we couldn't get a quinjet? It'd be a much nicer ride," Mia asked as she held up her wrist, glancing down at the call she was on with the Mikaelsons.

They had called her only an hour before and were sitting, staying on the line till the very last moment.

"Stark said they were all being used."

Mia glanced at the old plane, "We're going to die."

The Mikaelsons eyes widened causing her to retract her words, "We aren't going to die."

"How reassuring," Klaus told her as he rolled his blue eyes.

Mia glanced at the man before her, "I thought you were supposed to be the best? Like a real pro."

He rolled his eyes causing Mia to chuckle.

"Don't let her wind you up," Natasha told him as she watched Mia glance up at the old piece of junk.

"No, I take exception to impinging my professionalism."

"Well, you did set me up with a generator that crapped out after six hours."

The man scoffed, "You too? Huh? Tag team."

Mia grinned as she walked up to the glass, "Aw, he's sensitive. I see why you keep him around," She spoke before blowing on the glass causing the glass to go foggy.

"Where's the rest?" Natasha asked, causing the man to pull out a duffle bag. "Viola."

The blonde walked back over and glanced in the bag before pulling out a granola bar.

"Oh, I stashed that, like, five years ago," Natasha told her as Mia took a bite, "How is it?"

"It's dry. It's really dry," She answered before getting into the plane.

"So, where are you going, darling?" Kol asked as Mia strapped herself in.

Mia shrugged as she stared into the blue tinted hologram, "Seventh Circle Prison in Russia."

— — —

Mia had suggested the idea of sending an earpiece into the prison via a small 'Red Guardian' action figure and not long after, it powered on.

The two girls were flying just north of the prison as Natasha spoke through her mic, "Today's your lucky day, Alexei."

Mia held out a grid system to the red head as she continued to drive the plane.

"Move to the door on the south wall... Go left," She told him once more as she watched his figure move via a green dot on the screen.

"Just don't make a scene."

Instead, all that could be heard were screams and the sounds of men beating at metal gates, "You made a scene, didn't you?"

"Who now?" He asked as he ran outside.

"We're getting you out of here," Natasha answered as Mia flew over the prison. "Go to the upper level," She spoke once more as inmates and guards ran out.

"Move your ass, supersoldier."

Alexei continued to run before jumping up a concrete wall only for a guard to electrocute him causing him to fall.

"He's never going to make it," Mia commented as she watched the man lay still on the ground.

"Get me closer."

Mia stared at her with wide eyes.

"You got a better idea?" Natasha spoke before opening the door and jumping out, holding onto a rope as she did so.

She swung around, gathering leverage before landing in front of a pair of guards.

Mia shook her head, "Such a poser."

Guards began to shoot at the helicopter, causing Mia to duck down. Everything was beeping, not good.

Mia exhaled sharply as she slowly went down, the helicopter swaying side to side.

"Seriously?" Natasha yelled as she was almost hit by the tail.

"Whoo- Sorry!"

"What are you doing? Are you kidding me? Back up!" The redhead yelled as she stared up at Mia who only held up her thumb, "We're both doing a really good job!"

Bullets began to shoot at her once more, though this time, multiple shot right through the metal.

"No!" Mia groaned before turning the plane on autopilot, "Okay. Enough of this," She muttered before pulling out a missile launcher.

She kneeled in the door, resting her elbow on her knee as she stared through the scope before pressing the trigger.

A large explosion went off, stopping the gun fire immediately.

"Ha!"

Mia moved back to her seat, placing her headphones back on as she stared at the prison. It wasn't until she heard the sounds of rumbling that she looked at the mountains.

"Whoa... This would be a cool way to die," She spoke as snow began to fall.

"Tell me that's a good sign for us!" Alexei yelled through the earpiece.

"Move your ass!" Natasha yelled back.

He immediately started running, jumping up to the next level where his daughter stood as Mia maneuvered the helicopter above them.

"Get us out of here!"

"Huh..." She muttered as she swerved, swinging the rope past Natasha who immediately jumped on.

They swung back once more, dodging bullets as the snow began to rapidly approach.

Alexei stood, waiting for them. Natasha held out her arm as they got close enough. He quickly grabbed her hand before Mia pulled the helicopter up out of the snowy abyss.

She glanced down, seeing both Natasha and Alexei swinging from the rope before smiling. Flight training had really paid off.

"I need some help up here," Mia told them as they climbed through the door, shutting it behind them.

Natasha took her seat, placing on her headphones as Alexei continued to ramble in the back, neither listening to him.

"Oh, that was exciting. Oh, you can't hear me, huh?!" He yelled before putting on a pair and turning on the mic. "Wow."

Natasha rolled her eyes before swinging her arm back and hitting him against his nose.

"Oh, Johnny oh! Why the aggression, huh? Is it your time of the month?"

Mia rolled her eyes. She had already been through this with her father and now it was time for Natasha's father.

"I don't get my period, dipshit. I don't have a uterus."

"Or ovaries," Mia added.

"Yeah, that's what happens when the Red Room gives you an involuntary hysterectomy. They kind of just go in and they rip out all of your reproductive organs," Mia continued to tell him as she did hand movements.

"They just get right in there and they chop them all away. Everything out so you can't have-"

"Okay, okay, okay! You don't have to get so clinical and nasty."

Mia chuckled, just like her father. Literally.

Natasha grinned, "Oh, well, she was just about to talk about fallopian tubes, but okay."

"It means so much to me that you came back for me," He told them.

The redhead scoffed, "No. No. You're gonna tell us how to get to the Red Room."

"Huh. Whoa look at you, huh? All business."

"Trust me, this isn't pleasure."

"Little Natasha, all indoctrinated into the Western agenda."

"I chose to go west to become an Avenger. 'Cause they treated me like family," She told him, glancing at Mia slightly.

"Really? Family? Well, where are they now? Where is that family now?"

Mia and Natasha stayed silent, they had both agreed they wanted to take down the Red Room as a team. They needed this for themselves. The Avengers didn't need to fight this fight.

"Tell me where the Red Room is."

"I have no idea."

They scoffed loudly. Natasha stood up, moved out of her seat and pulled off both their headsets, "Come on. You and Dreykov were like-"

"Dreykov?" He yelled as she sat across from him.

"Yeah."

"General Dreykov, my friend, huh? Gives me glory... Soviet Union's first and only super soldier. I could have been more famous than Captain America. Then he buries me in Ohio on that stupid mission. Three years! So tedious, boring me to tears," He glanced at the two women who glared at him, "No offense, huh?"

Mia shook her head as she stared out the glass. Asshole.

"Then put me in prison for the rest of my life. Why, huh? Why? Why would he put me in... You know why? 'Cause maybe I want to talk about the withering of the state. Or maybe I don't like his hair or something and I say something casually about that."

"Maybe, you know, I want the Party to actually feel like a party instead of this sourpuss organization. But instead, no. He puts me in prison for the rest of my life. He just runs off and hides, huh? I'm not even the one who, uh, you know... I'm not the one who killed his daughter," He continued. 

"Can we throw him out the window now?" Mia asked.

"I think we should wait till we get to a higher altitude," Her sister told her with a small smirk on her face.

"All right."

"Why not ask Melina where it is?" Alexei asked as he laid down on a bench.

"Wait, Mom Melina?" Natasha asked, "I thought she was dead."

He scoffed, "You cannot kill a fox that swift."

"Ew," Mia whispered under her breath.

"What? She was the scientist, the strategist. I was the muscle. She worked directly for Dreykov far more than I ever did."

"Wait. Are you telling me that Melina is working for the Red Room present day?"

"She works remotely outside St. Petersburg."

Mia glanced down at her fuel gauge, "Uh... I don't think we have enough fuel for St. Petersburg."

"No, we're good. We'll make it," Alexei told her, not even bothering to take a glance at the gauge.

"Okay," Mia muttered.

— — —

An hour later, the helicopter crash landed in a field. The three walked out, Mia carrying her bag as they stopped a few feet away.

"You should've brought the Avengers' superjet," He told them.

"I swear, if I hear one more word from him, I will kick him in the face," Mia threatened as she stared down at her watch.

Elijah had called her, insisting that he hadn't talked to her for more than two days. It hadn't even been twelve hours but Mia didn't comment on it.

The Mikaelson chuckled as she watched his soulmate walk through the field, leaving Alexei and Natasha behind for some 'father-daughter' bonding.

"Are you doing alright, Elskan?" He asked when she got far enough away.

She nodded as she plucked a small flower from the ground, "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Not like I just did a prison break and almost died from an avalanche all to save a man who I hate."

"Say the world and I'll come pick you up."

She sighed, smiling slightly at his words, "No. No, I need to do this."

Natasha and Alexei soon joined her before they began their walk.

Five minutes later, Mia spoke up, "So. Are we there yet?"

"You'll know when we're there," Alexei told her before making the sounds of what appeared to be a pig?

She glanced back down at the hologram, slowing down slightly as she let Natasha and Alexei get further ahead.

"I miss you, Lijah."

"I miss you too, Elskan. You'll be home soon though. I know it."

Instead of nightmares and headaches, Mia had been stuck dealing with her stupid feelings. Apparently, being away from all of them at the same time, meant she missed them a hundred times more. She was practically being torn apart from it.

"How are the others? Any symptoms?"

"Nothing other than existential dread," He answered with a small smile causing her to chuckle.

"And you? You haven't been feeling 'existential dread'?"

He grinned, "Oh, I have but I also took the liberty of stealing your apartment. It smells like you so it calms it down."

Mia chuckled softly, "Creepy. You're not going through my underwear drawer, are you?"

"No. Kol and Rebekah did, but I didn't. I just watched it unfold. Supervised."

She rolled her eyes, "Of course they did. Let me guess, they added a few things?"

"Let's just say you have a new dresser. Also, you have a criminally low amount of food in your home. When you get back we are going to change that, okay?"

She groaned, "But I hate grocery shopping."

"But you love food, don't you?"

"Maybe... I hate it when you use logic against me."

"Well it's kind of my job to keep you alive now, so... deal with it, Elskan."

She smiled softly, glancing at his attire, "No suit? Are you getting casual with me, Lijah?"

"Well it's currently 4 am and I don't sleep in a suit."

"You definitely do. You get dressed far too fast for you not to. Tell me, do you have pj's with a little bowtie on them? I bet you do."

Elijah rolled his eyes playfully, "Shut up."

"I'll find you a pair. You'd look cute," She glanced up, noticing they were approaching a house surrounded by barbed wire, "I gotta go now."

"Stay safe. I love yo-" he paused, watching as Mia's eyes widened. "I- I'm sorry."

She shook her head, "It's uh... it's cool. I'll call you later," She told him before hanging up, her eyes meeting Natasha's before looking at a woman on the other side of the fence.

"Honey, we're home."

Melina stared at them before walking past.

"Come on, girls," Alexei told them as he began to follow the woman.

"Welcome to my humble abode," Melina told them as they entered a small home, "Make yourself at home. Let's have a drink."

Mia walked through the house, staring out of a window before sitting down at the table. Soon enough, Natasha and Melina joined her.

Alexei was in the washroom as he attempted to put on his suit that was at least six sizes too small.

The older woman sighed before grabbing a bottle of vodka, "Let's drink."

Alexei cleared his throat as he walked out, gathering the attention of the three women.

He stood in a red suit which clearly didn't fit him. Mia almost laughed but held it back as she downed another shot.

"Still fits."

Melina wolf whistled before clapping causing Mia to sigh, "Oh my god."

"I never washed it once," She told him, "Come and drink."

"Rise you workers of salvation," He sang as he sat down, "Family. Back together again with a new addition. How has Luke been treating you, little Mia?"

She stayed silent, not even giving him a glance.

"So angry," He muttered before looking back at Melina, "I just got out of prison. I have so much energy."

Natasha scoffed, "Please don't do that. Here's what's going to happen-"

"Natasha, don't slouch."

"I'm not slouching."

"Yes, yes, you are."

"I don't slouch."

"You're going to get a back hunch."

"Listen to your mother," Alexei told her.

"Oh, my God, this-"

"Up, up."

"All right, enough. All of you."

Mia frowned, "I didn't say anything. That's not fair."

"Here's what's gonna happen-"

"I don't want any food," Mia told Melina as the woman tried to hand her a plate.

"Eat a little something, Mia, for God's sake."

"You're gonna tell us the location of the Red Room," Natasha told them, her eyes held in a glare as she stared at her parents. 

Melina inhaled sharply as she put more food on Mia's plate, "You know, it's like when you told her that she could stay up late to catch Santa Claus."

"What? That was fun. You know, 'He came down the chimney, girl. Look out. Where is he?' You wait for him, and then when the cookies are gone, then you see he's there. No, no. What? I want them to follow their dreams. Reach for the stars, girls."

"Finding Dreykov is not a fantasy. It's unfinished business."

"You can't defeat a man who commands the very will of others. You never saw the culmination of what we started in America. Nor did you," Melina told them, directing the last part at Alexei before standing.

Melina walked back in with a tablet

Melina walked back in with a small tablet, "Come in!" She yelled before a door opened, followed by the sounds of snorting.

"Did that pig just open the door?"

"Yes. It did. Good boy, Alexei. Good boy."

"You named a pig after me?"

"You don't see the resemblance? See, he sits just like dog. Amazing. Now, watch."

"It's a little weird, to me," Alexei said as he stared at the pig.

"Stop breathing," Melina said as she swiped the screen of her tablet. The poor pig stopped immediately, grunting slightly.

"We infiltrated the North Institute in Ohio. It was a front for S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists. Actually, it was Hydra scientists at that time. In conjunction with the Winter Soldier project, they had dissected and deconstructed the human brain to create the first and only cellular blueprint of the basal ganglia. Was the hub for cognition. Voluntary motor movement, procedural learning. We didn't steal weaponry or technology. We stole the key to unlocking free will."

Mia glanced at Natasha before staring out the window as tears fought their wait toward her eyes.

The pig continued to grunt beside her.

"What are you doing?" Natasha asked as the pig fell limp to the floor.

"Oh, I am explaining that the science is now so exact, the subject can be instructed to stop breathing and has no choice but to obey."

"Okay, you made your point. That's enough."

"Yes, all right. Well, don't worry, Alexei could've survived 11 more seconds without oxygen," She told them before letting the small pig breathe once more, "Good boy. Now, you go back, back home where it's safe."

The animal grunts before walking out.

"You go! You go back home, back home where it's safe. Good boy, Alexei. The world functions on a higher level when it is controlled. Dreykov has chemically subjugated agents planted around the globe."

Mia glanced at her, "And do you know who they test it on?"

"Hmm... No. That's not my department."

Alexei grinned, "Ah, come on, come on. Don't lie to them. Hmm?"

"I'm not lying."

"You're Dreykov's architect, huh?"

"What were you? If I was his architect, you were his partner. You were his business partner."

"No, no, no. I was patsy!" He shouted as he slammed his hand against the table.

"Don't give me that..."

"He sell me ideology."

"Stop with the politics."

"All the while, bigger-"

Natasha glanced at her sister who had tears in her eyes, before looking back at Alexie, "Shut up! You are an idiot," She told him before looking at Melina, "And you're a coward. And our family was never real, so there's nothing to hold on to. We're moving on."

"Never family, huh? In my heart, I am a simple man. And I think that for a couple of deep undercover Russian agents I think we did pretty great as parents, huh?"

"Yes, we had our orders, and we played our roles to perfection."

"Who cares? That wasn't real. Who cares?"

Mia breathed out harshly before standing up and walking out of the room. She didn't want to sit next to the woman who had been the reason for her identity theft nor did she want to hear about how fake their family was.

It only reminded her of Anya and Luke and they were the last things she wanted to be thinking about.

Not even a minute later, Alexei joined her.

"I came in here because I didn't want to talk."

"Okay," He sighed, "We, uh... We just sit. We just sit."

Of course, the man didn't stay quiet.

"You know your father, he loved you very much. He never stopped talking about you while he was in prison with me. God, he got so annoying I had to knock him out every now and then."

"Please stop talking."

"Please, Mia. There is a reason why I'm telling you this. Luke- Luke was your real father, Mia. He stayed with you- he joined the Red Room as an agent so he could stay with you. He loves you more than anything, Mia."

She shook her head, "No- No. He has done nothing but tell me how bored he was. I was the chore, the job he didn't want to do. To me? To me, he was everything."

He stood up, facing away from her before speaking once more, "One thing I remember. He would always sing this song... When I cried about his widowed bride. Something touched me deep inside. The day the music died."

Mia smiled slightly. Her and Luke used to sing that song every day as they made breakfast together.

"And they were singing, bye..."

She chuckled, "Bye, Miss American Pie."

"Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry. Them good old boys. Drinking whiskey, singing..."

"This will be the day that I die," They said together quietly, Mia's voice cracking slightly as a tear slipped down her cheek.

Before Alexei could sing another verse, a bright white light appeared. They both stood quickly as the sound of an engine filled their ears.

Multiple Red Room agents walked towards the house, each heavily armed.

"Get down," Alexei told her as he put on his mask. Mia did as told and watched as the man breathed heavily only for a dart to shoot into his chest, "Ha! They think..." He trailed off before his body hit the floor after twelve more shot into him.

Mia stared at his body for a moment, checking his pulse before grabbing her gun and standing against the wall. She opened the glass door, glancing out before walking through.

She held her gun up high as she stared into every corner of the room. She walked slowly through a hallway only to see Natasha's body laying on the floor.

Mia kneeled down quickly, placing her fingers on the redhead's neck. She was still alive. Good.

She heard footsteps behind her. Mis stood up quickly and pointed her gun at Melina. She slowly lowered it as she noticed the woman's choice of clothing. It was a black cat suit.

"I'm sorry," The woman told her before shooting a dart into her chest.

Mia groaned loudly as she fell to the floor, fully unconscious by the time the ground hit her.