31. suka

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4 months later

Frank has been working at this construction site down town, leaving early and coming back late. The days felt lonely as I stayed at the apartment alone and with nobody to talk to. Everyday was make him lunch to take, make dinner, organize, keep tabs on Matt and River. Mostly it was just a phonecall and me not saying anything. I don't know if they tapped their phones so i have to be careful. River kinda thinks its me but has no proof. Matt whispers my name and tells me if im okay, all I reply is with his name and hang up.

Frank comes home, takes his shoes off, showers, reads and eats. I sees his hands, all blistered and bloody and I helped him get bandaged up. He doesn't say anything.

"How was work?" I asked as I wrapped the bandage around his hand.

"Fine." He gets up and finishes his dinner. I sigh, slapping my hands to my knees. I sat on the couch as I fixed my black suit. The rip was big, making it hard to fix. "Did you kill them all because you wanted to or were you controlled?" He sits next me.

"Nah I was just bored."

"I liked you better when you were unconscious." He shakes his head.

"You cant even live without me Frank! You picked me up from the ground and took me under your roof, thats sounds like a unbreakable bond."

"How can people stand you?" I turned my head to look at him. His beard was now long and darker than it was a few months ago. We really changed our appearances. I was now a dirty blonde, as my hair got lighter. We really took it seriously. My head drops down to the suit.

"They controlled me. Youre fully conscious but you dont know which part is you. Im still not sure I even got rid of it." I traced my fingers around the widow symbol. "To be honest, for a moment, i really thought I was doing the right thing. I really thought killing was okay, thats how good they trained me."

"Why didn't you escape earlier?"

"They had so much on me. They broke me, tear me down so I don't do it." I sew in the fabric and sighed as the suit was fine to wear again. "This suit carry's a lot of blood and now everyone sees it as a good thing. All because Natasha is a Avenger, is on covers of magazines and dolls." I laughed to myself. "Little do they know her story." I got up and tucked the suit into the closet. Frank stands up and hands me the ripped photo of the three of us.

"You look good in green." I smiled down at the picture.

"You know, Alexi, my fake father, wasn't okay with me and Natasha having colored hair, but Melina, fake mom, was fine. I didn't realize why until I got older. When your being trafficked, they want you as natural you can be, no scars, no colored hair, no piercings." I shook my head. "Yet they still chose us." I tucked the picture into my pants. "I wondered why they wanted me so bad, turns out I was their perfect little weapon."

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After I got a call from Frank, asking to bring him some lunch, even though I packed him some, I drove to the site he was working at and stomped on the rocky ground.

"Ma'am you can't be here." The lady in the elevator told me. I didn't have time for this.

"Im looking for my husband Pete." I showed her the lunch box. "Where is he, he needs his lunch." She sighs and opens the door.

"Wear this." She hands me a hard hat and took me up. She pointed at the corner and saw him hitting a wall with a sludge hammer. I carefully walked over but a group of men stood in my way.

"Damn." They whistled and checked me out.

"She looks really good." I ignored them as I walked over them.

"Hey babe." One smacked my ass. I stopped walking. "You shouldn't be here all alone." It triggered me. I clenched the metal lunchbox, ready to swing until Frank comes up behind me.

"Scarlett." He stares at the men.

"Pete." I head to him, placing a kiss on his lips. He didn't stop looking at them. I made him look at me. "Hey, let it go." I whispered to him.

"Why are you with a lousy guy like him?" One asked.

"Because hes my husband. Why? You think you got a shot? In your dreams baldy." Frank takes me away from them and I sat with him as he ate his lunch. "What the hell?"

"Dont worry about it." He hands me a piece of a cookie i packed. "What else did they do to you."

"Nothing, dont worry about it." I sat down, looking at the skyline of New York. "Looks pretty."

"Yeah."

"Do you think that they're better off without me?"

"Who?"

"Matt, River, my mom." I played with the necklace that Matt gave me on our first date. "When I go to see them, they look at peace. Knowing that there might be no Widows on my ass, or me in their lives."

"I dont think thats true." He closes the box. "They love you right? I bet that they miss you, everyday. Wishing you were back."

"But Im here." I cried. "And I miss them."

"You're fine now. You can go." He was right. I was healed. But the moment wasn't right. "Sorry but I didn't want my best friend to die."

"Best friend?" I turned to him with a smile. "What are you, 5?"

"Forget what I said then." He scuffed all mad.

"Oh no! Its now official. Should we have matching heart shape necklaces? What about bracelets?"

"Just drop it."

"No i can make some. You are sitting by the most crafty person you'll ever know. I made a bunch of bracelets for my fake family since I didn't have friends. I can put beads or some charms. What are you feeling today Frankie?" I ruffed his hair.

"I take it all back."

"Whats your favorite color? Green? Black? Red? From the blood of your enemies or?"

"How about this. Lets just eat whatever you made and not talk."

"Should we get matching shirts that say 'im with dumbass'?" I burst into tears from laughter. Frank looks to the side and chuckles for a bit, "Ill meet you at home, okay? Ill get started on those bracelets." I patted his back and head down and went back to his place. Hours past, his dinner was cold and it was late. I drove back to the site and saw him hitting the same wall again. I knew that he was thinking about his family, I couldn't imagine losing anyone like he did. "Honey, the kids are crying, come home." I crossed my arms.

"Jesus." He turns to see me. "Its just you."

"Yeah well dont cream your pants." I picked up his stuff and waited for him. "Hurry up old man."

"Watch it."

"Ooo what you gonna do? Kill me?" I gently pushed him as we walked.

"Hmm. Youre annoying sometimes, you do know that right?" He switch the hammer to his other hand.

"Awww i love you too Frankie. You tell me everyday." We stopped as we heard screaming and yelling. We look at each other and head to the noise. We watched the three men from earlier pushed a guy down into a pit of cement. He screamed and begged for help.

"Shut it off." We stood behind them as they turned to us.

"Hey.. look, its the gimp. And the hot wife." They all chuckled.

"Tonight just gets better and better." The bald man pulls out a gun and pointed at Frank, he takes his hand hit his leg with the hammer. Baldy screams in pain. We attacked the man, hitting them. Frank takes down two.

"I want this one." I said to him. The man crawled away, the same man who slapped my ass. I picked him up by the jacket. "You shouldn't be here all alone." I used my bites and tossed him into the pit with the others. Someone started shooting and we ducked for cover. I flipped and kicked the gun out the mans hands kicked him. He ran away. Frank grabs it and shoots at the man who got away. He went back to Lance, showing him no mercy. I found some rope for the guy trapped and we left in the red corvette. He drops me off as he went to finish what they started.

As I got out, i heard a tune. A familiar tune. My face went white. I ran into the apartment, locking all doors and windows, grabbing my gun and waited. Frank got home. I heard his shuffling as he got to the door. It wasn't him because the doorknob was jiggling. The door opens and I saw a blonde woman hiding against the wall. I pointed my gun at the door.

"I know you're there." I said.

"I figured you knew I was." Yelena pops out from the wall and we pointed our guns at each other. We both smirked. "Why are you acting like im going to kill you?"

"I dont know if i can trust you."

"Funny, i was going to say the thing." She took a step closer.

"But you came here." I chuckled. We circled around the small living room. "Are we gonna talk like grown ups or kill each other?"

"Is that what we are?"

"Put your gun down, before i put you down." I told her.

"You first." We stared at each other, grabbing each others gun, and still pointing at us. I kicked my leg up and knocking the gun out of her hands. I threw her across the room and she kicked me.

"Why you little!" I grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the table. "Stay down!" She screams and stabs me with a fork. I stumbled back and she grabs me, flipping me. I hit the wall and I stayed on the ground. I couldn't breathe, a rib probably broke. I watched her grab a knife and head to me. "Suka." (Bitch) I quickly grabbed one of Franks guns and hit her with it. She falls back and i got the table runner and we both tried to wrapped it around our necks. We both pulled and pulled. I watched her face turn red. "перемирие." (Truce) i let go. Yelena then lets go and we both laid on the ground. "ты выглядишь старше сейчас." (you look older now).

"Нет." (No shit) She gets up.

"What the hell!" We both snapped at Frank. He looks at us and was about to go full on Punisher with Yelena.

"Frank dont!" I stopped him. "This is Yelena, my sister."

"I dont care who she is. My place is trashed."

"Ill send you a check. Stop being a baby." Yelena couldn't stop looking at us.

"You're married to him?" I looked at the the rings that we still had on. "Doesn't look like your type."

"I rather be dead." Frank passes by.

"Why are you here? How do I know you're not working for Dreykov?"

"I escaped. I killed Sasha." My heart stopped for a moment. "Dreykov wanted me to kill her, and I did. Then she exposed me to this. I dug the chip out of me and i came looking for you." She shows me a red vial. "What this is, Dreykov didn't want it out." Frank and I examine the small vial. "Its a synthetic gas. The counteragent to chemical subjugation. The gas immunizes the brains neuropathways from external manipulation."

"What?" Frank leans against the wall. "I dont do geeky language."

"это противоядие от контроля над разумом." (its an antidote to mind control). I said in russian to Frank who rolled his eyes.

"Real mature Devon."

"Good to see you have friends. You sure didn't have any growing up." Yelena walks by. "Im just surprised that people think youre lovable and kind. How much is she paying you?"

"She really is your sister huh?" I gave him a look. "I can tell."

"You're a scientist right? Maybe make some more copies in your lab." I laughed in her face.

"Cant. Im dead." I slide the vials to her. I took the fork out of me and changed my shirt.

"You're the one i can trust right now. Sasha-" She saw my wounds and bruises. "Told me to find you."

"Sorry to disappoint. But I don't want to get involved."

"Devon please-"

"Yelena stop! Im done." I told her. "The red room, the widows, im done. I don't want to be part of it anymore." She looks down, taking the vials. "I dont know where Natasha is, i dont care. I want to spend what i have left of my life in peace. It was nice seeing you again, but good luck." Yelena was sad as i yelled at her. She kept nodding her head. She head to the door but before she left she wanted to say something.

"You had it worse than me and Natasha combined. Im sorry for what he did to you." I turned my back to her. Crying, already as the memories flooded in. "I never got to say thank you for what you did for me. I never forgot about it." She closes the door and I cried and brushed Frank away as he tried to reach for me.

"What is she talking about?"

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"Just turn around Yelena, give me the gun and turn around." We stood on-top of a roof, waiting for Yelenas target to come by. She was scared, trembling and crying.

"Im scared Devon." She cried to me. I couldn't let her do it. She was so young. I cant have her do it. I took the sniper from her hands, leaning down on the flooring and focusing on the target. I took a deep breath and I shot her target that she was assigned. I stood up and Yelena gets close to me, know what I did was forbidden. "Dreykov-" i shushed her and gave her the gun, wrapping her hand on it. Making sure that her prints were on it.

"If anyone asks, you killed him." I looked into her eyes. "You, not me."

"But-"

"You did this, okay?" I brushed her hair back. Telling her everything is alright. Out of nowhere, bullets were shooting at us. "Yelena run!" We started to run and one of Dreykov's weapons showed up. She was pissed and was about to kill us.

"You lied!" She attacks me. She chokes me and I hit her. She was too strong for me. Yelena stood and watched. The Widow stops and falls down. I looked at Yelena, who shot the only weapon Dreykov had. Yelena was shaking. I quickly pushed off the widow and ran to her.

"Yelena?" I took the gun and made her look at me. "Come here." I hugged her. "You're okay. You did good. You saved me. Shush. Its okay."

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"She was just 7 years old." I sobbed. "She was only 7 years old." I huddled myself into the corner. "I said I did it!" Frank slowly squats down and watched me break. He never saw me like this. The woman who beats and kills and has no remorse is having a full breakdown in his living room. "I was trying to protect her. I couldn't let him do those things to her!" Frank holds my hands and tries to calm me down. "I should've came back for her. She was all alone, i left her like Natasha did to us. I promised her i would never leave her."

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We were shoved into Dreykov's office as we came back from the mission. He was waiting, angry. All I did was stayed silent and wait. Yelena copied me, trying to stay calm but deep down she want to cry.

"Vera was one of my top weapons. She was skilled at everything. Now, tell me, how did she end up dead on your mission?" We stayed silent again. Dreykov slams his hands on his desk and it made us jump. "Who killed Vera!" Yelena was about to open her mouth but I won.

"I did." Yelena snaps at me. "I killed Vera, she was in my way and I killed her."

"Take her away." They grabbed Yelena.

"Devon! No! Why!" I heard her cry for me. I stood still, waiting what will happened. I heard stories, Natasha was being trained to be one of the weapons, I couldn't let them do that to Yelena. "You owe me a new weapon."

"I will never-" he clicks something and I couldn't breathe. I fell to my knees and laid on the floor, struggling for air.

"Watch your tone. Because you killed Vera, you will take her place."

"I rather kill myself, than be your puppet." I croaked.

"I should kill you and have Yelena instead! It works either way. Or maybe I should take your brother to HYDRA, they are needing new weapons." He stops and lets me breathe, knowing thats where he got me,

"No!" I yelled at him. "Ill do it!" He smiles in satisfaction. "Just dont let them be involve, please. Ill do whatever you say. Ill be your perfect weapon. Ill what you say and Ill do it for you. Just don't hurt them."

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