"I can't believe you've been lying to me all this time! You knew she was alive?" I ask angrily as we walk into an apartment building in Budapest. Her old apartment.
"I'm sorry Y/N. I thought it was best for you." She sighs as we stop at a small hatch. She pulls out two guns and hands me one, walking over and softly picking the lock.
"I know you're out there."
"I know you know I'm out here." Nat says, opening the door. We both hold up our guns, and walk in.
"Then why are you skulking about like it's a minefield?"
"Cause I don't know if we can trust you." Nat calls out.
"Funny, I was going to say the same thing."
We both turn to a doorway, "So, we gonna talk like grown-ups?" Nat asks as Yelena steps out and aims her guns at us.
"Is that what we are?" We walk in as she backs up, "Put it down before I make you."
"You put yours down." I say.
Yelena slightly trips, "Watch your step." Nat smirks.
I stay back as they suddenly switch guns, Yelena grabs Nat and slams her into the doorway. I put my gun down and grab Yelena's throat, holding her up and slamming her into the cabinets. I slam her onto the counter and hold her neck. "Stay down. Stay down." I tighten my grip. "Stay down!" I yell.
Yelena screams and grabs a plate, slamming it on my head. I fall back as she goes for Nat. Yelena kicks her and sends her flying into the door. I flip back as she grabs a knife, trying to stab me. I kick her leg and roll across the floor to avoid being stabbed. She slams Nat to the wall, Nat grabs the curtain and wraps it around her throat, both slamming to the ground.
I close my eyes and do our whistle as they start to choke each other with the curtain. Yelena looks at me and then back at Nat. "Перемирие." (Truce) Nat holds her hand up. Yelena let's go, she gaps for air and slightly whistles back to me. "Вы выросли." (You've grown up.)
"Дерьмо нет." (No shit) She stands.
"You had to come to Budapest, didn't you?" Nat says as we both follow her into the kitchen.
"I came here because I thought you wouldn't. But since you're here, what bullet does that?" She points to the wall.
"Not bullets. Arrows." Nat nods.
"Ah, right."
"If you didn't think I'd come here, why'd you send me this?" Nat holds up the vials.
"You brought it back here?" She asks angrily, walking off.
"We're not here trying to be your friend, but you need to tell us what that is." We follow her into the back bedroom.
"It's a synthetic gas. The counteragent to chemical subjugation. The gas immunizes the brain's neuropathways from external manipulation."
"Maybe in English next time?" I ask.
"Это противоядие от контроля над разумом." (It's an antidote to mind control.) She says loudly,
"Real Mature." Nat rolls her eyes.
"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 nod.
"Great. Perfect timing. Where's an Avenger when you need one?"
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Angel Of Death - (Fem Reader X Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson)
Fanfiction(I'm re doing this story, the old one is gone) Y/N Romanoff is the baby sister of Natasha and Yelena. (You are the Natasha's blood sister. But blood doesn't always make a family!) You were taken away from your parents when you were five, Yelena was...
