"How're you feeling?" Steve asked, taking a mug of tea out of Natasha's hand and sipping on it. She sat by him, bringing her knees up to her chest.
"Not good. I'm trying to cope but...god, I can't believe she's gone." Natasha sighed, sipping on her own mug of tea, tears brimming in her eyes.
"It should've been me out there." Steve sighed, shaking his head and wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Steve..."
"You can't convince me otherwise, Nat. My daughter is dead." He spat out. Izzy entered the room, seeing two pairs of eyes glaring at her. She instantly felt unwelcome and left again to go back to hang out with Wanda. The two returned back to their conversation.
"I've invited my sister over for the funeral. She never knew her but...I think it'd be nice for her to see a part of my life I loved so much..." Natasha sighed.
Izzy slammed the door of Wanda's room, frustrated. Wanda looked up to her, and smiled to her sympathetically.
"They're still giving you a hard time?" Izzy nodded, and Wanda opened her arms to embrace her best friend.
"They're just trying to cope, sweetie, don't take it personally."
"I'm trying not to, but it's been two days and Peter still isn't talking to me. My dad now isn't talking to him because he's mad at me but for some reason he's still blaming me for her death..." Izzy sat by Wanda, dropping her head in her hands.
"I miss her too, you know? But it wasn't your fault. I'm the only one that's actually listened to what happened." Wanda smiled comfortingly, while Izzy broke down.
"I tried so hard to save her..." Izzy whispered. Wanda opened her mouth to speak again, but was interrupted by the sound of the compound door opening and slamming shut.
"I am here!" A Russian accent rang out through the halls.
Natasha got up from the sofa and hugged her sister tightly, a few more tears wetting her eyes. Steve got up and shook her hand firmly.
"Where is everyone?"
"Probably in their rooms, go and introduce yourself." Natasha said, with Yelena wandering through the compound. She explored every room, even reached for the handle of Olivia's room, but Natasha's yell of protest stopped her, and she carried on moving, whistling to herself.
"Who is that...?" Wanda whispered, with Izzy shrugging her shoulders. The door soon opened and the girl walked in, instantly smiling to the two. Wanda stood, and held out her hand for her to shake it.
"Hi! I'm Wanda."
"Yelena. Yelena Belova. And you must be..." The blonde looked to Izzy, noticing her teary eyes. Her face softened and she rushed by Izzy's sad.
"Oh no, you are sad. Why are you sad?" Yelena looked over to Wanda with great concern, "Why is she sad?"
"We um...suffered a loss pretty recently."
"I'm here for the funeral, I know all about it." Yelena turned to Izzy again, "Were you her friend?"
"They went to Vormir together, Izzy...watched her die." Wanda cleared her throat to make it easier to say. Yelena sighed sadly, wrapping Izzy in a hug. The door opened again and Natasha stormed in, glaring at her sister.
"Yelena, get up." The redhead ordered. Yelena pulled away, looking confused to her sister.
"What? Why?"
"She killed Olivia. Let's go."
"She did not!" Wanda yelled, glaring back at Natasha. The two had their staring contest as Izzy broke down more, making Yelena hug her tighter. Wanda stormed over to Natasha, getting right in her face.
"She fought Olivia. She was willing to sacrifice herself!" Wanda argued, not getting a reaction off of the redhead.
"Yeah, well maybe she should've."
A shocked silence laid over the four of them. Though Natasha actually did regret what she said, she wasn't letting the three of them see that. Izzy sumo further into Yelenas arms, while Yelena stared at her sister in shock, not believing that she actually just said that.
"Get the hell out." Wanda growled. Natasha clenched her jaw and slammed the door behind her. Running her hands through her hair. She ran into Olivia's room and closed the door behind her, snuggling into Olivia's bedsheets and beginning to cry.
"Don't worry about my sister, she says mean things when she's angry." Yelena sighed, brushing some of Izzy's hair out of her face, "She must've really liked that girl."
"She did. She really did."
