Shadow Cadet: Rising Shadows

8 {Second guessing}

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Anastasiya wiped away the fog on the mirror as she stepped out of the shower at the safe house Clint had brought them to. It had been a very long and tense drive to get there and she was just grateful to have been able to take a hot shower. Quickly she threw on the clothes Natasha had brought for her before opening the bathroom door to release some of the steam. Once she could see herself better she'd begun to French braid her long, wavy red hair so it wouldn't become tangled. Much to her surprise, Natasha appeared beside her with a small smile.

"Can we talk?" She asked as she set down her stack of clothes to change into after she showered.

"I suppose so." Anastasiya looked at her through the partly fogged-up mirror.

"What Adrielle said- Anya I'm so sorry." Natasha looked at her sympathetically, making her turn around to look at Natasha.

"Nat it's fine really." Anastasiya shook her head but Natasha grabbed her hand.

"I thought they killed you. When I was planning to escape I knew getting you involved would cause you trouble-"

"But I insisted 'cause if one of us could get out I knew it needed to be you." Anastasiya sighed, her lips drawing into a thin line.

"Anya I'm so sorry for giving you that false hope. I was too scared to go back because I thought you were dead, and not knowing was easier than facing that reality. And you had to pay for my choice." Natasha looked down at the adjoined hands.

"Natasha what happened is in the past and there's nothing we can do to change what happened now. The only thing we can do is move forward." Anastasiya squeezed Natasha's hand as tears welled in both of their eyes. "You were my best friend. I would do it all over again for you. As long as I get this outcome."

Natasha pulled her into a tight hug, Anastasiya's arms wrapped tightly around her as the two cried into the other's shoulder. "Thank you for getting me a second chance," Anastasiya whispered as Natasha pulled back.

"You were my best friend. I wasn't gonna give up on you." Natasha shook her head with a smile. "Friends?" She took her hand out.

"Friends." Anastasiya smiled back as she shook Natasha's hand.

With a smile, Anastasiya left Natasha in the bathroom to shower while she walked to the kitchen to get some water. Clint stood bandaging up a small wound on Malcolm who sat on the counter. "S.H.I.E.L.D will be sending a ride for us, supposedly they'll be here at 4 tomorrow morning." Clint stated as Anastasiya walked over to the sink to fill up the glass she got from the cabinet.

Malcolm stayed quiet as Clint stepped away from him. It was evident he wasn't too keen on the idea of killing his mom. Anastasiya took a few swallows before setting the glass down and wiping her mouth on the back of her sleeve. "She's gonna have a cavalry waiting for us." She said monotonously. Malcolm jumped off the counter and left without saying a word. 

"You think we can trust him?" Clint asked as he leaned back against the counter next to Anastasiya with crossed arms. She shrugged her shoulders before looking down at her glass and swirling the water around.

"I- He told me that he wanted out. His father and brother got him a ticket to the U.S trying to help him get his freedom but Adrielle- His own mother kept him from leaving, she caught him before he could get to the airport." She explained looking up at Clint who nodded. "So I think we can trust him but- I mean killing your own mother can't be an easy task. She's been his only form of stability his entire life." 

Clint looked down at the ground as silence surrounded them. "If it comes down to it-"

"I know-"

"Nat cares for you a lot. It will kill her to lose you again so don't do anything stupid. For her sake." Clint looked back up at her, there was a sort of softness in the way he spoke. A form of trust.