"NOTHING LASTS FOREVER."
Several months have passed from the infamous fight at the airport in Germany. Since then, newly married Steve and Natasha have been reunited. They spend their days running secret op missions and pass the remainder of the tim...
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" the black widow's child would make a valuable asset to the red room academy. "
NATASHA FELT AS IF SOMEONE HAD CONNECTED HER HEART TO A BOULDER AND THE DROPPED IT TO THE VERY DEPTHS OF THE FRIGID, ATLANTIC OCEAN. Staring at her baby sister now with both of their guns drawn up to one another, the red head felt as if she was dreaming. Never has Yelena ever stared at her with such....emptiness. There seemed to be no sorrow behind those once gentle irises. No sign of remorse of fear garnering her beautiful features that Natasha was used to seeing.
Curse Dreykov for erasing any memory of that delightful little girl that Natasha called her sister. For snubbing out the bright light that Yelena held in her soul when she sang her favorite song or chowed down on strawberry ice-cream. The darling giggles of her small, upside down form as they walked on their hands and feet, the red-head trying to get her sister to collapse while Yelena did everything in her power to stop from doing so.
"We're both upside down!"
Yelena could never be that innocent girl she once was. The truth of her "family's" actions in Ohio came out at the start of her training and it broke the blonde's heart into pieces. They lied to her. They all did. Natasha, Melina, and Alexei. Her mama, papa, and sestra. Only...not really...
Its hard for Yelena to get that through her mind that she was simply used as a front for the Red Room. And then later, of course, she was admitted as an agent who committed her atrocities perfectly.
Natasha couldn't help but blame herself. She should have come back for Yelena. Maybe then her little sister wouldn't know how to use a gun and send obscure messages along. She would be a less marred with atrocities and have demons of agony and self-worth always renting inside her soul.
But now, there was nothing for Natasha to do except for play along with Yelena's little game. Hopefully it wouldn't lead to a super intense fight like the one that she had on the bridge only a few hours prior. Honestly, the red head truly doesn't think that she could go through such an ordeal with her spine still smarting from being slammed against the rafters and her car, and of course...the never-yielding nausea and splitting headache gathering in her brain.
Her feet move on their own accord. Natasha might as well have been looking down at the ordeal that's how disconnected and painful she felt about it. Ever since she has stepped foot in the Red Room Academy, situations like this were engrained into her mind. Every step is succinct, every movement precise, and every gaze and cold remark full of a level of cruel detachment. Natasha tends to throw on some concern for flair.
The glock feels numb in her hands.
"Put it down before I make you." Yelena commands, gesturing to the gun in Natasha's grasp with her cold, olive eyes.
