Previously,
"We got a name!" Yelena yells. Natasha glances at the time on her phone and it reads, 2:58 am.
"Click on it!" Natasha yells to her sister. Yelena moves the mouse over the file.
"Ok the one match, that includes all the parameters is a- holy shit,"
"Melina?"
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"What? That can't be right! She's dead," Natasha's voice raises with each word.
"I can run it again but I don't think it's a mistake," Yelena runs her hands through her own hair and paces the room.
"It does make sense though. Who was Ivan's lap dog, you know? She'd be the one to call. Even though she was dead, but hey it must be Tuesday," The redhead says sarcastically.
"Well now we know where to start. I can narrow down Red Room safe houses here, that should give us what we need,"
"Ok. I need to go make a call,"
Natasha picks up her phone and scrolls so Steve's contact. She hesitates before hitting the call button.
A voice is heard on the other line before the first rind,
"Natasha?!"
"Hey Steve."
"Jesus Nat. Are you safe?"
"Ya I'm safe. And I have a lead."
"Ok. What do you need me to do?"
"Nothing actually." She pauses, "Umm wait I need you to sign a poster of yourself and mail it to the address I text you."
"Why?"
"It's to hard to explain please just do it."
"Ok."
There's an akward long pause between the two Avengers.
"Steve. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry I Ieft. I said I wouldn't run, and I'd let you be there for me-"
"Nat. It's ok. I understand, please just stay safe. Don't get killed because of a vendetta."
"Only for you Rogers. I love you, I call you when I can."
"I love you to Natasha."
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Steve lets Natasha hang up the phone. He looks over to his right where Tony is typing away at a keyboard.
"Where you able to track it?"
"Was I able to track it? Puh-lease Capsicale who do you think I am?" Tony laughs in Steve's face.
"Natalie is good but I am better. I cracked her encryption in less than forty seconds."
"Ya ya Tony, please just send the information to the Quinjet I'll take It from here,"
"Anything for you darling," Tony calls after Steve.
The Captain already had his bag packed and on the jet. When he steps on to the QuinJet, the pilot gives him a polite nod before, preparing for flight.
The flight would normally be around ten and a half hours, in this jet closer to nine non-stop. Steve traces the spine of his notebook and opens it to draw. He skims through all his drawings of Natasha, and begins to draw how she looked sleeping, that morning in the cabin. How the light made her skin look like porcelain, and the flutter of her eyes every time she took a breath. How Steve wanted her to look; safe, comfortable at peace. He couldn't help but hope that he'd be able to see her like that again.
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"Alright here are a list of safehouses the Red Room used to own, around or in Kiev," Natasha takes the paper from her sister and places the address as tacks on a map.
"Minus this one because it blew up," Natasha sighs.
"Ok that narrows it down to five," Yelena says taking one tack off of the map.
"Where to first?" Yelena asks.
"Let's go with number three, an underground safe house near Chernobyl,"
"Why do you pick the scary sounding one first,"
"Well best to get it over with right?"
"Sure, ya that makes sense," Yelena rolls her eyes sarcastically.
"Hey at least Uber is available in this country,"
"Ya but how much are we going to have to pay to get us here?" Yelena laughs.
"Whatever I'll go get us a ride,"
After two hours and a fare of 150 American Dollars. Yelena and Natasha end up twenty miles from the Chernobyl site. A metal hatch in the middle of an open area lies in front of the two women.
"You first Widow," Yelena gestures to Natasha.
"Fine. Little sister,"
"Hey I may be younger but I got an inch on you,"
"Just get ready,"
Natasha pulls the hatch open with unexpected ease. The metal door opens with a loud creak, it reveals a matching metal later leading into darkness.
"Yup you can still go first," Yelena urges her.
The redhead climbs down the ladder, and steps off onto a concrete floor. She immediately coughs from the large gathering of dust. Natasha pulls a flashlight from her jacket and flicks it on. The light finds the old USSR, hammer and sickle. It's a large flat room, lined with desks on either walls and a smaller room connected to it, which is filled with bunk beds.
"Geez this place is older than Steve," Natasha says continuing to cough. Yelena jumps down behind her, pulling out her won flashlight.
"I don't think this is the right place, looks like it hasn't been lived in, in decades," Yelena coughs.
"Ya no shit, alright lets get out of here," Natasha turns to climb back up the ladder.
"'Talia don't take your shit out on me,"
"What the hell 'Lena I'm trying to find the person who murdered my parents,"
"Ya I know and I've been here the entire way. Your so goddamn ungrateful! I'm here helping you, your boyfriend is trying to help too. But all you do is push people who love you away,"
"Look what happens when I don't. I lost my parents. Again. I can't lose you again let alone Steve! I can't, I physically couldn't bear it 'Lena, so cut me some slack,"
"I'm sorry-" Yelena cuts off.
"What?"
"Come over here I think I found something," Natasha walks over to Yelena who is shifting through dusty pages on a desk.
"Files?"
"Ya, on all the Red Room girls,"
"Including Melina,"
"Look here 'Talia she has a younger sister who lives in Kiev!"
"That's it! That's were she has to be," Natasha grabs the file and races back up the ladder.
"Let's go kill this bitch,"
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Fanfiction•Completed• Natasha Romanoff the infamous Black Widow, has settled into her new life working for S.H.I.E.L.D. She has found a family in the Avengers. She has everything she wants. She finds herself starting to feel. Feelings that she was never allow...
