Yelena and Natasha started talking about the Red Room, entering the gas station. Wanting to leave without making a scene, I walked to the back of the convenience store. ''You weren't really my sister.'' I heard Natasha coldy tell Yelena while I was looking at drinks. After a few seconds I grabbed a bottle of water and an energy drink then headed to the front. ''This thing you do when you whip your hair, when you're fighting with the arm and the hair. And you do, like, a fighting pose.'' I stopped, seeing Yelena on the ground. ''You're a total poser.'' Yelena laughed. ''I'm not a poser.'' The two argued while I set my drinks on the counter, shaking my head with a smile on my face. ''Oh come on. I mean they're great poses, but it does look like you think everyone's looking at you, like, all the time.'' Yelena stood up while I searched through my pockets for money. ''All that time I spent posing, I was trying to actually do something good to make up for all the pain and suffering that we caused.'' Natasha brushed me aside and paid for everything herself. ''Trying to be more than just a trained killer.'' At this comment, Yelena looked away. ''Well Natasha, sometimes being a trained killer is what we were raised with. It's what we're taught and at the end of the day... we're all trained killers...'' I spoke. ''Except I'm not the one that's on the cover of a magazine. I'm not the killer that little girls call their hero.'' Yelena walked out leaving me and Nat behind. ''You should give her a break... because you know, her sister left her behind. Then the sister got all the fame and glory while the other kept killing. We didn't choose to be in this life, Natasha.'' I said, grabbing my stuff and leaving.
***
(Yelena P.O.V.)
I winced in pain, pouring the hydrogen peroxide on my arm wound while Natasha set a bottle in front me and sat on the other side of the table. Viktor was beside me, smoking a cigarette. ''That gas, the counteragent, it was synthesized in secret by an older widow from Melina's generation. I was on the mission to retrieve it, and she exposed me and I killed the widow that freed me.'' I glanced at Viktor who took out his cigarette. ''She also meant to add, she exposed me too,'' He motioned to himself, putting the cigarette back into his mouth. ''Did you have a choice?'' Natasha looked at Viktor then me. ''What you experienced was psychological conditioning. I'm talking about chemically altering brain functions. They're two completely different things.'' I kept talking as Viktor stood and went elsewhere. ''You're fully conscious, but you don't know which part is you. I'm still not sure... neither is Viktor.'' I finished talking. Natasha switched seats and scooted closer to me, helping with my arm.''What's the deal with him anyways?'' She asked me. ''I don't know anything about this story. All I know is that he was Dreykov's super soldier, given by Castro. When we were in the Red Room, Viktor was always with Dreykov. That was until the other guy came into play. Then, Viktor was set on the shelf to collect dust. That's why after I got exposed, I chose to expose him to. At least he can think for himself at least.'' We both looked over to see him staring at the sky, new cigarette in hand. ''What... what do you think of Him?'' I felt my face starting to heat up. ''Nice guy, I guess... why?'' Natasha looked at me. ''Just asking...'' I looked away at the vials. ''Is that all there is left?'' She asked me. ''Mmm-hmm. It's the only thing that can stop Dreykov and his network of windows.'' I partially raised my voice due to the stinging of my wound. ''He takes more everyday. Children who don't have anyone to protect them. Just like us when we were small.'' We looked at each other for a second before she continued treating my arm. ''Maybe one in 20 survives the training, becomes a widow. The rest, he kills. To him, we are just things. Weapons with no face that he can just throw away. Because there is always more. And no one's even looking for him, thanks to you and Alexei.'' I looked over at a man putting his car keys away. ''Alexei?'' Natasha finished treating my arm and cut the extra gauze off. ''Dad.'' She stood and sat back across the table. After a few minutes of our fake storiesI asked her. ''What is your story?'' She thought for a second. ''I never let myself be alone long enough to think about it.'' She was semi-shrugged. ''Did you ever wish for kids? I asked her, reaching over for my vest. ''I want a dog.'' She looked at me with a small smile while I put it on. ''Where are you gonna go?'' She questioned me. ''I don't know. I don't really have anywhere to go back to,'' I put the top of my bottle to the bridge of my nose then raised my head back up. ''So I guess anywhere.'' I sensed a speech coming. ''Don't.'' I stopped her. ''Don't what?'' She raised a brow. I chuckled. ''You're going to give me some big hero speech, I can feel it.'' I sipped from my bottle. ''Speeches aren't really my thing... It was more like an invitation.'' She added the last part. ''To go to the Red Room and kill Dreykov?'' I looked at Viktor then back at Natasha. ''Yeah.'' She nodded. ''Even though the Red Room is impossible to find and Dreykov is too slippery to kill?'' I once again asked. ''Yeah.'' She nodded again while Viktor started walking over. ''That sounds like a shitload of work.'' I commented. ''Yup.'' She sighed looking down with a smile. ''Could be fun though.'' We both quietly chuckled. ''C'mon, I found us a ride.'' Viktor grabbed Natasha's drink and chugged it. He tried to do the same to mine but I pulled away. We all got up and started making our way to the car. I looked over at Viktor whispering to Natasha.
__________________
(Viktor P.O.V.)
''I mean, after all this is done... you think she'll grab a bite with me?'' I whispered to her as we got to the car. ''Maybe, you'll have to figure it out yourself.'' She elbowed me. ''I'm driving.'' Natasha grabbed the keys. I looked over at the passenger seat and saw Yelena already inside. ''Fucking shit.'' Defeated, I crawled into the back seat. During the car ride, Natasha and Yelena talked about the Red Room and Yelena's new utility vest which had a lot of pockets.
***
''We're here,'' Yelena woke me up, exiting the car after Natasha. Fucking shit I sighed internally, following the two. ''I said we need a jet.'' Natasha spoke to a man exiting a helicopter. ''Yeah, you know what you didn't give me? Time. Or money. I'm not made of jets.'' I sighed, looking at it. ''I thought you were supposed to be the best. Like a real pro.'' Yelena's remark made me chuckle. ''Oh, I beg your pardon, tsarina. Was the free flat of lifetime supply of kissel not to your liking?'' He seemed irritated. ''Don't let her wind you up.'' Natasha examined the helicopter. ''No, I take exception to impugning my professionalism.'' The sensitive man spoke. ''Well, you did set me up with a generator that crapped out after six hours.'' Natasha shrugged at him. He scoffed. ''You, too, huh? Tag team.'' He then looked at me. ''You agree with them?'' Before I could say anything I was interrupted. ''Aw, he's sensitive. See why you keep him around.'' I looked at him. ''She's got a point. You seem very sensitive.'' I agreed. ''Where's the rest?'' Natasha asked, walking back to the man. He pulled out a bag and opened it. ''Voilà.'' Yelena immediately looked inside. ''Ooh.'' She pulled out a snack bar. ''Oh I stashed that like five years ago.'' Natsha said while Yelena took a bite. Me and the man looked at her with disgusted looks. ''How is it?'' Natasha asked her with a growing smile. ''It's dry. It's really dry.'' She walked to the helicopter and climbed in. I looked down after seeing a sight. ''Never got your name.'' I looked at the man ahead of me, attempting to not act suspicious. ''You don't have to worry about it.'' He patted my shoulder before I climbed in. I opened my bag and found a suit along with weapons. ''Beautiful.'' I pulled out the Colt AR-15. The three of us got into our suits before taking off. ''Say, you don't have a LMG lying around do you?'' I yelled over the helicopter's loud rotors. ''Check under one of the seats!'' He yelled back. I went to look and found it. ''Good luck.'' He waved at us before we took off.
Colt AR-15:
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
(A/N: for Viktor's suit, imagine something Brock Rumlow/Crossbone's suit except with the fist thingies and without the helmet)
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
(P.S. sorry for the image being big, I don't know how to resize it)
