𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

I gently kick the apartment door open with my gun raised, aimed ahead of me as I take careful steps into the hallway. As I reach the living room doorway, I find Natasha and Yelena on the floor strangling each other with the curtains.

"That's enough, you two!" I snap, shoving my gun into the waistband of my jeans.

They let each other go and gasp for breath as they look at me in surprise.

"Вы все выросли" I notice, looking at the blonde girl with a soft smile.
(you're all grown up)

"Никакого дерьма" Yelena scoffs, getting up and walking into the kitchen.
(no shit)

I frown, looking at the redhead on the floor and she rolls her eyes, holding her hand up to me. I grab her hand and yank her up to her feet, the two of us following Yelena into the kitchen.

"You had to come to Budapest, didn't you?" Natasha states.

"I came here because I thought you two wouldn't" Yelena explains pouring vodka into a shot glass "But since you're here, what bullet does that?"

I look at the 'bullet' holes in the wall and realise that it's holes from Clint's arrows.

"Not bullets. Arrows" Natasha answers.

"Damn, Katniss" I mumble.

"Ah, right" Yelena nods.

"If you didn't think I'd come here, why'd you send me this?" Natasha questions, placing down capsules of red gas and a strip of pictures of us as children.

"You brought it back here?" Yelena snaps in annoyance as I pick up the pictures, my lips tugging up at one side.

"I'm not here trying to be your friend, but you need to tell me what that is" Natasha tells the blonde, following her as she exits the room.

I shove the pictures into my leather jacket pocket and follow after them.

"It's a synthetic gas. The counter agent to chemical subjugation. The gas immunises the brain's neuropathways from external manipulation" Yelena explains to us as I lean on the doorframe.

"Maybe in English next time?" Natasha scoffs, walking past the blonde to a rack of clothes.

"Это противоядие от контроля разума" Yelena retorts.
(it's an antidote to mind control)

"Настоящие зрелые" Natasha replies sarcastically.
(real mature)

"Вы двое остановите это?" I groan in annoyance.
(will the two of you stop it?)

"Why don't you take it to one of your super scientist friends? They can explain it to you" Yelena says "Tony Stark, maybe?"

"Oh, yeah. We're not really talking right now"  Natasha drawls off as she changes her shirt.

"Uhuh, I wouldn't exactly use the word friend at this moment in time" I add.

"Great. Perfect timing" Yelena scoffs "Where's an Avenger when you need one?"

"I don't wanna be here" Natasha retorts angrily, spinning around "We're on the run. You could've gotten me killed"

"Well, what was I supposed to do? You two are the only superhero people that I know" Yelena argues "That was the whole reason I sent it to you"

I notice the nasty purple bruises over Natasha's back and I grimace.

"I kept checking the news, expecting to see Captain America bringing down the Red Room" Yelena announces before exiting the room and I look at her in confusion.

"What?" I question.

"Taking down the Red Room? What are you talking about? It's been gone for years. Dreykov's dead" Natasha objects as we follow after the blonde girl who grins at us in amusement "I killed him"

"You don't actually believe that, do you?" She almost laughs but her smile is wiped clean when neither of us laugh "You really do believe that"

"Dreykov's dead" Natasha declares "It took almost destroying the entire city just to get to him"

"If you're so sure, then tell me what happened. Tell me exactly" Yelena demands.

"We rigged bombs" Natasha starts.

"Who's 'we'?" Yelena asks.

"Clint Barton" I answer.

"Killing Dreykov was the final step in my defection to S.H.I.E.L.D." Natasha tells the younger girl.

"Simple as that?" Yelena hums sarcastically with a shrug.

"Yeah, sure, 'simple'" Natasha scoffs, walking back into the kitchen "That's what I'd call imploding a five story building and then shooting it out with the Hungarian Special Forces. Took ten days in hiding before we could even get out of Budapest"

"And you checked the body?" Yelena questions as Natasha pours herself a shot "Confirmed the kill?"

"There was no body left to check" Natasha replies.

"Natasha, no" I sigh.

"You're forgetting Dreykov's daughter" Yelena says.

Before either of us can respond to her statement, we all freeze at the sound of muffled footsteps above us. Our heads collectively tilt back to look up at the ceiling of the living room as it explodes, sending debris flying around the room.

"Shit" I curse, fleeing from the room with Natasha on my heels.

We hide behind a wall, pressing ourselves firmly against it as red lasers beam around the apartment.

"Nat, where's Yelena?" I whisper.

"Shh!" She hisses, slapping her hand over my mouth.

A series of gunshots ring through the air and someone comes barrelling into the room, Natasha grabbing them and slamming them into the wall. Yelena's eyes widen but she wastes no time in turning the emergency switch, causing multiple explosions to go off throughout the apartment. The three of us race out the room and start fighting our way to the exit.

A widow grabs me in the hall and slams me against the wall, pressing her forearm against my throat and I choke in surprise. Using my foot, I kick her in the ankle so hard that I hear a snap and she screams, collapsing to the floor in pain.

Natasha, Yelena and I sprint out of the apartment only to have more bullets shot at us from outside. Multiple widows shoot at us from the stairs and Yelena throws a grenade down the stairs at them, allowing us to run up the next set.

"Where are we trying to get to?!" Natasha shouts.

"Motorbike! East side of the building!" Yelena answers.

We run through hall way upon hallway until Yelena jumps out the window onto the roof, Natasha and I right behind her. I dash up the sloped roof and as I get to the top, I slide down the slope on the other side.

A widow gains on us as we run along the roof top towards a large pipe and push at it. Yelena pulls the pin out of the metal securing it to the roof and we all jump onto it, kicking the roof to make the pipe start falling. The widow leaps at us and manages to grab Natasha, the two of them slipping down.

"I got you!" Natasha yells.

The widow takes out her knife and slices at my sister's hand, causing her to let go.

"No!" Natasha gasps as the girl screams, falling down to the cold wet ground below.

As the metal pipe collides with the stone wall, Yelena is thrown into a window and Natasha hits the wall while I land on the windowsill. Natasha grabs onto my ankle, assuming that I'm stable and that I have a grip on the window but I don't, causing the both of us to fall. Our bodies are violently slammed into three different metal vents on the way down before we hit the vent system and lastly the wet floor. Natasha ever so gracefully lands on her feet, groaning as she grabs her side and I land flat on my face, sprawled out in pain.

My sister helps me off the ground before approaching the injured widow laying a couple feet away from us, the girl's face a bloody mess and her leg twisted in a position that is gruesomely unnatural.

"Hey, don't move. You're hurt" Natasha warns her "Let me help you"

The widow's bracelet whirs, lighting up red as she lifts her fist to the redhead and threatens to shoot her.

"Nat, leave her alone" I snap in worry, grabbing her arm.

The widow suddenly turns her fist towards herself and tears stream down her face.

"I don't wanna do this" She sobs.

"What are you doing?" Natasha asks in disbelief.

"He's making me" The girl cries.

"Hey, no!" I scream as she shoots herself in the head.

My eyes blow wide in horror and Natasha pulls me back away from the now dead girl before kneeling down next to her. I hear footsteps behind me and I turn my head to see a frowning Yelena.

"Do you believe me now?" Yelena speaks up.

"How many others?" Natasha asks.

"Enough" Yelena answers vaguely.

"We have got to go" I tell the redhead who nods in agreement.

"Come on" She mutters.