𝙃𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙚𝙩𝙝 ‎✪ 𝘽𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨

𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙮𝙖𝙩

𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

I'm woken up to the sound of humming. My eyes flutter open and I cringe at the bright hospital lights, but the sight of my sister sat in a chair next to my bed as she hums a song from our childhood makes me smile. I hum the last couple of notes and Natasha looks at me in surprise.

"Easy there, tiger" She smiles.

"I'm fine" I huff, trying to sit up but she pushes me back down.

"You almost died" She retorts.

"It's gonna take a lot more than that to kill me" I joke and her smile falls into a deadpan look.

"You were crushed by the wreckage and fell almost 60,000 feet towards the water. Anyone else wouldn't have survived that" She scolds me.

"But I'm not just anyone, Nat" I grin smugly and she slaps my arm, making me groan in pain.

"You are so lucky that I love you" She sighs.

We sit in silence for a minute or two before I turn my head, looking at her.

"Is Steve..." I drawl off, not really knowing if I want to know the answer.

"Alive?" She finishes for me and I nod "He's next door with Sam. Beaten up, but doing okay"

I let out a sigh of relief and she smiles guiltily at me, taking my hand in hers. I immediately know that the guilty look isn't about Steve, it's about a different blue eyed super soldier.

"He left again, didn't he?" I ask, my eyes watering and she nods.

"I'm sorry, Ana" She says in pity and I roll my eyes, wiping away my tears.

"It's okay. I don't care" I lie, shrugging it off and she frowns.

"Yes, you do" She states.

"I shouldn't" I counter.

"You can't help what you feel, маленький" She tells me and I scoff.
(little one)

"I'm like two years younger than you, сука" I retort and she grins in amusement.
(bitch)

"You're always going to be little to me, Anastasia" She declares.

"And you're always going to be annoying to me, Natasha" I state, the both of us laughing.

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"Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?" The bailiff asks.

"I do" Natasha and I reply in unison.

We then sit down at the desk and the Department of Defence committee members start asking their questions.

"Why haven't we yet heard from Captain Rogers?" One of them asks.

"I don't know what there is left for him to say. I think the wreck in the middle of the Potomac made his point fairly eloquently" Natasha answers simply.