Venom // Natasha Romanoff

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"That stubborn bitch has ears, you little shit."
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Natasha carried three bottles of beer over to the table where Yelena and Nova were cleaning up their wounds. Yelena hissed as she poured some spirit onto her cut. Nova held a needle and thread between her teeth as she ripped her jeans up further, the wound reaching up towards the top of her thigh.

"That gas," Yelena began and the couple turned to her, listening, "the counteragent, it was synthesised 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."

"Did you have a choice?" Natasha questioned as Yelena handed Nova the spirit, the tattooed woman starting to clean the wound as she groaned in pain a little.

"What you experienced was psychological conditioning. I'm talking about chemically altering brain functions. They're two completely different things. You're fully conscious, but you don't know which part is you. I'm still not sure." Yelena explained sadly.

Natasha stared at her for a second before sliding onto the bench next to the blonde. She grabbed the rag, taking it away from Yelena's arm.

"Is that all there is left?" Natasha asked, nodding towards the capsules.

"Mhm." Yelena hummed. "It's the only thing that can stop Dreykov and his network of Widows." Yelena's voice raised slightly, Natasha's fingers pressing against her wound as the red head helped her clean it. "He takes more everyday. Children who don't have anyone to protect them. Just like us when we were small. Maybe 1 in 20 Widows 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."

"Alexei?" Nova and Natasha questioned and Yelena chuckled dryly.

"Dad." Yelena stated as Natasha finished dressing her wound, moving back next to Nova who was now sewing her wound up.

Natasha looked over to the child running over to their dad in the small garage a few meters away and then to a mum walking with her son, hand in hand. The red head took a swig of her beer, glancing towards Nova who swore under her breath as the needle pierced through her skin again.

"Did you ever look for your parents? Your real ones?" Yelena questioned.

"Well, my mum abandoned me in the street like garbage." Natasha smiled sadly, picking her beer up again.

"Mine are in England. Don't see them much 'cause of this fuckin' Civil War we all had. I'd still risk it for a biscuit, though." Nova mumbled, taking a quick sip of her beer and wiping her lips before looking back down at her wound.

"What about you?" Natasha asked Yelena.

"They destroyed my birth certificate, so I reinvented it." Yelena answered. "My parents still live in Ohio. My sister moved out west."

"Is that right?" Natasha asked with a small smile as Nova grinned at the pair, holding the needle between her teeth again as she cut the thread of her stitches.

"You're a science teacher." Yelena stated and Nova scoffed loudly.

"She don't even know how to turn on a Bunsen burner let alone teach others how to do it." Nova teased and Natasha slapped her round the head.

"Maybe an English teacher, then." Yelena smirked. "You're working part-time, though, especially after you had your son. Your wife, he renovates houses."

"That is not my story." Natasha chuckled as Yelena and Nova laughed softly.

"What is your story?" Yelena quizzed.

"This nutcase next to me and her parasite wiggled into my life somehow." Natasha mused with a grin.

"Not a parasite. I just know I'd get the blame for that one as well." Nova snorted. "V loves his Natty."

"Do you ever wish for kids?" Yelena asked the pair and they couple glanced at each other, small smiles on their faces as they'd stared at one another before looking away. "I want a dog."

"Me too." Nova nodded. "Want a Dalmatian and call him Pongo. Or maybe a crab, call him Sebastian. But he has to be Jamaican."

"We are not getting a Jamaican crab." Natasha shook her head.

"Fine. Just Pongo, then." Nova mumbled, bandaging up her thigh before sitting normally, gulping down some of her drink.

"Where you gonna go?" Natasha asked Yelena.

"I don't know." Yelena answered. "I don't have anywhere to go back to, so I guess anywhere." Natasha sat forwards in her seat, leaning against the table, an idea evident on her face.

"Uh-oh. She's having a eureka moment." Nova smirked.

"Don't." Yelena denied immediately.

"Don't what?" Natasha asked.

"You're going to give me a big hero speech, I can feel it." Yelena chuckled.

"Colossus is shaking in his boots, right now." Nova muttered, sipping at her beer again.

"Speeches aren't really my thing." Natasha shot down.

"Huh." Yelena hummed.

"It was more like an invitation." Natasha smiled.

"To go to the Red Room and kill Dreykov?" Yelena questioned.

"Yeah." Natasha agreed.

"Even though the Red Room is impossible to find and Dreykov is too slippery to kill?" Yelena continued.

"Yeah." Natasha nodded.

"That sounds like a shitload of work." Yelena stated.

"Yup." Natasha sighed. "Could be fun, though."

"Yup." Yelena muttered.

"I saw where he put the keys." Natasha smirked.

"Top drawer, green cabinet." Yelena and Nova smiled before the trio clinked their beers together, sipping them. "Hang on, you help my wound why not your fiancé's?"

"She's a stubborn bitch." Natasha chuckled.

"That stubborn bitch has ears, you little shit." Nova laughed.

"Pongo is going to have strange parents." Yelena smirked. "I mean, one poser, one mental-case and a big alien."

"He's gonna have some interesting walks, that's for sure." Nova smiled.

"First, we gotta explain that V can't eat dogs." Natasha said. "That'll be hard."

"That's what she said."

"Fuck sake, Nova."

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