𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐀

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑

LILIYA'S POV: 

The stranger lets Yelena go. Yelena grabs a towel, but the stranger grabs her. Yelena falls down, and kicks the stranger against the door. 'Well, that was the end of the door,' I say, looking at the glass on the ground. The stranger is now focusing at me, so I jump on her back, holding her hands tight. She throws me off her back, against a wall. I fall on the ground, gasping for air. Yelena and the stranger are staring at each other. Then, Yelena walks back to the kitchen to grab the biggest and sharpest knife she sees.

The stranger shakes her head as she walks backwards. 'No,' she whispers, while she grabs something from the table. I get up when they start fighting. 'O shit, here we go again,' I say, while I jump on the stranger's back again, to gran the thing she uses as weapon. Yelena accidentally hits me with the knife, and blood's dripping on the floor. 'Shit!' I quickly grab the weapon from the stranger, while she's trying to trow me off her back again. 'Am I that heavy that you don't want me on your back?' I say, with a little smirk on my face.

The stranger looks confused at me, so I jump off her back, and push her against the window. The stranger grabs the curtains, and while Yelena is trying to grab the curtains from her, the stranger wraps it around our necks. Dang it! Yelena wraps it around the stranger's neck too, so we're all stuck in it now. The stranger throws us on the ground, and I'm trying to get out of the curtains. I'm between Yelena and the stranger. Come on Lili! You can do it! A single teardrop rolls down my cheek. My vision starts to get blurry. It hurts. Let it stop please. 'Перемирие,' the stranger says, while she's raising her hand. Truce.

I finally can get out of the curtains. I'm gasping for air, still laying on the ground, looking at the ceiling. I close my eyes, and when I open them again, my vision starts to get normal again. I look at the stranger, she's on my left. 'You've grown up Yelena,' the stranger says. 'No shit.' Yelena gets up. 'You too Lili.' I slowly get up. 'How do you know me?' I ask her. I look at Yelena. Probably confused, because she tries not to smile. Or is it because... Wait, no no no. It can't be her. 'Who's gonna tell her?' the stranger asks Yelena. And then I finally understand it. 'Natasha?' 

'You had to come to Budapest, didn't you?' Natasha says, while following us to the kitchen. Yelena grabs a drink from the fridge, while I put bandage on my hand. 'We came here because we thought you wouldn't,' Yelena answers. 'Correction, you thought that. You didn't told me about the fact that you sent Natasha something or something else,' I say. 'Why didn't you told me? I mean- I really wanted to see my sister again after twenty-one years-' 'Twenty-one years?!' Natasha says. 'Time flies,' I say, with a little smile on my face. Yelena continues with her talk to Natasha. 

'But since you're here, what bullet does that?' She points at the wall, full of bullet holes. 'Not bullets. Arrows,' Natasha says. 'Ah, right.' Yelena makes three drinks for us. 'If you didn't think I'd come here, why'd you sent me this?' Natasha puts some tubes with weird red stuff in it. Next to the tubes, there's a picture Yelena showed me when I was younger, in the Red Room. On the picture you see Natasha with her old blue hair, little Yelena, and a baby. I was that baby. 'Was I that fat as a kid?' I say. Natasha looks at me. 'What?' 'It's just- Never mind. Yelena, why'd you sent me this?' 'You brought it back here?' Yelena says, while she walks away.

'I'm not here trying to be your friend, but you need me to tell what that is.' Natasha grabs the picture again, and follows Yelena. I quickly get up, and follow my sisters. 'It's a synthetic gas,' Yelena explains. 'The counteragent to chemical subjugation. The gas immunizes the brain's neuropathways for external manipulation. I look confused at Yelena. 'Maybe in English next time?' Natasha asks. 'Lena, do you really think I got enough braincells for that?' I say. I hear Natasha laughing behind me. 'Это противоядие от контроля над разумом,' Yelena says. 'Настоящая зрелая.' Natasha starts talking in Russian too. 'That's not in English,' I say. 

'Why don't you take it to one of your super-scientist friends? They can explain it to you. Tony Stark maybe?' 'Oh, yeah. We're not really talking right now, so...' I stop listening to the conversation. Something's wrong. I feel it. I walk back to my bedroom. When I sit on my bed again, I look at my hand. It stopped bleeding under the bandage. Thank god I didn't bleed to death. 

NATASHA'S POV:

'Taking down the Red Room? What are you talking about? It's been gone for years. Dreykov's dead. I killed him.' I follow Yelena to a room, it's full of big guns. Yelena puts something in her back pack. 'You don't actually believe that shit, do you?' I don't answer. Yelena walks to me. 'You really do believe that.' 'Dreykov's dead,' I repeat. '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.'

'We rigged bombs.' 'Who's "we"?' 'Clint Barton. Killing Dreykov was the final step in my defection to S.H.I.E.L.D.' Yelena raises her eyebrows. 'Simple as that?' 'Yeah, sure "simple", I say, while I walk away. 'That's what I'd call imploding a five-story building and then shooting it out with the Hungarian Special Forces. Took 10 days in hiding before we could even get out of Budapest.' We're both in the kitchen again. 'And you checked the body?' Yelena asks me, while I'm drinking something. 'Confirmed the kill?' 'There was no body left to check.' 'You're forgetting Dreykov's daughter.' I freeze. Then, I hear muffled footsteps, and an explosion destroys the ceiling.

Yelena quickly grabs the tubes with the red smoke-liquid (or what it is). I run into a different room. Yelena's somewhere else. I carefully move from position. From the corner of my eye, I see two persons entering the hotel room. Red lights from the guns are going trough the room. I hear gunshots. Then, Yelena bumps into me. She turnes something on, and the sound of explosions fills the creepy silence. I push the Widows out of my way, and run out of the hotel room with Yelena. 'Wait!' Yelena stops. 'Where's Liliya!'

Again sorry for my bad Russian- 

Oooo, another fight! But what happened to Liliya? Hi everyone, here's chapter 3! I hope you like it <3