"It's going to be one hell of a reunion."
"You think?"
Surrounding the events before, during, and after the 'Black Widow' film!
"The Avengers weren't my first family."
"And you weren't mine."
With the Nazi invasion of the Soviet Union in 1941, the...
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Natasha Romanoff
Daughter Sister Avenger
"Come on, Fanny," Yelena urged their dog as they stepped down and out of the truck at the cemetery's entrance.
Nat's memorial stone had been placed in Ohio, the home of her childhood. Believe it or not, Sascha had never been so far West before, even in her long, extended lifetime. She had wanted to following Yelena's death, but the prospect had been far too painful. But now, being here, she could definitely see Nat and Yelena living here.
The gravestone's base was piled with flowers, cards, candles, and other memorial offerings for the fallen heroine. If only Nat could see what a difference she had made in this world, the old one and the new - but Sascha had a feeling that, wherever she was, Natalia knew.
Yelena knelt down, pressing her forehead to the headstone and whistled her side of the note she and her sister used to whistle together. But Natasha, of course, didn't whistle back.
"Would you like some time alone with her?" Sascha asked gently.
"No, thank you. I'd rather have you here." Yelena stood again and joined Sascha before the stone.
A loud blowing sound cut in then, breaking the moment. They turned to see Valentina blowing her nose - very loudly - into a handkerchief.
"Wow, sorry. I'm allergic to the Midwest." She returned the square of cloth to her pocket. "God, what this woman did. Honestly, I can't even imagine."
"You're not supposed to be bothering us on our holiday time, Valentina," Yelena told her.
"Oh, I wouldn't call this bothering. What would you call it?"
"Да, bothering," said Sascha.
"Oh, no no no, not bothering. I'm just here paying my respects."
"Hmm. You know coming here makes you look desperate," Yelena told her.
Valentina just laughed.
"We want a raise."
"Oh, you and me both," Val insisted. "And believe me, you're gonna earn it: I've got your next target, thought I'd hand deliver it."
"How thoughtful of you," Sascha near-sneered.
"Oh yes. I thought maybe you'd like a shot at the man responsible for your sister's death-" She handed her tablet over to Yelena. "Kind of a cutie, don't you think?"
"We're gay." Sascha looked down at the tablet and instantly recognized said 'cutie'. "Barton?"
"Barton?" Yelena repeated. "As in Clint Barton? Who Natasha escaped with after fleeing the Red Room?"
"Yeah." Sascha noticed Yelena was gripping the tablet tightly.
"He was her friend."
"But wait, he's not responsible for her death," Sascha insisted.
"That's not the way I heard it." Val merely shrugged.
"But I would know, I was there." Yelena turned to her. "Yelena-"
"Tell me everything," the blonde demanded. "Tell me exactly."
"It had to be her. Her sacrifice was the only one that counted. I tried but it didn't work. It didn't work. He tried too, but, but, it had to be her."
Yelena looked down at the tablet. "He was her friend. They were friends..."
"Yelena-" But the blonde was already storming back to the truck. She got in and drove away, Fanny in tow.
"Yelena!" But she was gone.
"That was my tablet," Val said.
"Very nice, Val."
"Don't call me Val."
"Whatever." Sascha looked between Nat's gravestone and the spot where Yelena had just furiously driven away from. Her two greatest supporters, and now both were gone.
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