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𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 ❜

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The three sisters were trying to recover from what happened just moments ago. One was in denial while the other was finding it hard to believe that there is a chance of the Red Room being back again. And the last one she knew was that her sisters wouldn't believe her that something in their past has come and hunted them back after thinking it was gone.

Three of the sisters couldn't be seen to be wrapped around the fact that they are seeing each other after thinking that one other thought they were dead or just living their life if they didn't exist in the first place.

The four of them sat all in a large ventilation shaft above the case door. Natasha had just slowly closed the opening through which they had just climbed.

Emily slowly pulled out the glass splinter and let out a quiet grunt as she placed it onto the metal. The black-haired woman grabbed the bandage from her pocket and slowly wrapped it around her upper arm.

Natasha watched her silently as she slowly lifted her hands, "Let me do it.", the black hair looked over and slowly nodded to her sister before her gaze fell onto Yelena who lay on the metal and bandage herself.

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

Natasha looked at her sister and nices as she had a worrying experience on her face, "You're okay over there?"

"Yeah, great plan!" Yelena snarled as she carefully sat up and turned to see what her daughter is doing. "I love the part where I almost bled to death."

Emily let her gaze wander around as she saw that Natasha was finished with her bandage. "Thanks", the woman quietly muttered to her as she nodded her head.

Emily 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 here."

Emily eyed their surroundings as well as spotted some tic-tac-toe games on the wall. "That must have been fun." Natasha ignored her comments as she was deep in her 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", Yelena explained to her, not lifting her gaze from the ground.

Yelena stared at the wall in front of her, "Dreykov's only deploys him for top-priority missions."

Natasha shook her head in confusion as she rubbed her forehead with her hand, "That doesn'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?" Both sisters looked at her knowing she had to do something with Dreykov's daughter.

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

Emily slowly looked over at Natasha, who stared into her youngest sister's 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 hair looked at the ground as tears build up in her eyes. A train passed by underneath them as Emily eyed her sister, "And here you are, not so sure about it."

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

Silence fell over them as the four sat there for a while. Emily and little Yelena decided to take a little nap. After a while, they all felt safe to climb down again.

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

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

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

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

Yelena 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 blonde looked back into the shelf looking for pain meds. "Wait what are the big ones?", Emily questioned irritated.

"Well, I doubt the God from space had 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 eye contact, "Where did you I was all this time?"

Natasha hesitated for a moment as she made her way through the room, towards the sink that stood in a corner. "I thought that you got out and we're living a normal life."

"And the both of you never made contact again?", Yelena asked her as she looked down sadly and Emily looked away from the conversation knowing it hurt her. "Honestly I thought you didn't wanna see me", the redhead answered her which made the blond laugh, "Bullshit."

Yelena made her way towards the other shelf as the blond continued, "You just didn't want your baby sister to tag along, whilst you saved the world with the cool kids and helped you chase the bad guys."

Natasha followed after them, "You weren't my sister." The smile immediately disappeared from Yelena's as Emily shot her a glare. "Not your sister, huh? But I could same about you."

Emily has already left not to try to deal with her family drama. As much as she didn't admit it she loves them so much as if they are her real sisters. But the way that Natasha made it sound was like she didn't care about them. But as much as she hates it they are here after all. She is just too scared to say it out loud.

"And the Avengers and BAU aren't your real family", Yelena stated as she grabbed a bottle and approached the cash register, and quickly looked where her daughter was by the looks of it she was okay she was just looking at kids who are playing outside the gas station. Meanwhile, Emily was being very curious about it also dying to know, "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 let Yelena do it cause she knows more about it. Yelena does the thing." 'Emily told her young sister in a Russian accent which is very rare to hear from her. As she pointed a beer finger at the blond.

Yelena smirked as she slowly slid 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."

And without missing a beat Natasha snapped back at her, "All that time I spent posing, I was trying to 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 her, "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 are every days and we are all three still trained killers. Except that I'm not on the covers of a magazine or the news after finding a dead body. I'm not the killers that little girls called their hero."

Both Emily and Natasha looked at her as if she did it on purpose. And with that Yelena left with her daughter who eating some chips that Natasha had given her, "Now I feel like I could kill her all over again? Who does she think she is 'cause she has a daughter?"

Natasha looked up at Emily seeing the anger on her face, "She is not that little girl we knew back in Ohio. Now she has her little girl."

"I know it very hard to believe that she has a daughter in the first place before we did?" Emily questioned as she placed her things she got which were pretty much food. Natasha smirked knowing Yelena was getting under Emily's skin, "Are you still considering you wanted to be here? I mean I understand you don't want to anymore."

Emily turned to her sister, "Shut up, and it's not my fault I made this decision cause I need to see at least one of my sisters."

"Aww, you do miss me! Emily Monique Prentiss just admitted that she missed having me as a sister cause she feels very lonely." Natasha smirked at Emily who looked at her.

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