Seven Devils // Natasha Romanoff

Ending B, Part 2

One week later

I smile as I glance at the autopsy picture of Dreykov on my phone for about the tenth time today. It just gets better every time. Melina pulled multiple strings to get it from the coroner, but it just gave closure to all of the Widows to know that he was gone for good.

I slip my phone into my pocket as I look back up at the doorway to the living room of Natasha/Yelena's shared safe house in Budapest. I'm sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for Natasha to finish talking to Clint. She rescued him from that underwater prison yesterday, then took him back to the safe house where I'm waiting while Captain America took the rest of the Avengers.

I tried to join in on the mission to rescue him (come on, it's not everyday that you get in on a mission with the Winter Soldier), but Natasha refused to let me because of my "health concerns." I will admit, I did take about 6 too many hits to the head during our little takedown of the Red Room, but I still think I should've gotten a pass.

Natasha already told me that I am to wait in the kitchen for her to finish talking to Clint, but it's so boring to just listen to her recite the whole story of how my/Clint's parents were killed. However, I decide to tolerate it as it sounds like she's wrapping it up.

"Wait wait wait," Clint speaks up. "You mean that she's still alive? That I..." His voice cracks slightly. "Have a sister?"

"Yes," Natasha replies, her emotion evident in her voice. "Her name is Vallonia."

Clint gasps, and I really wish that I could see his face right now. "You mean your girlfriend?"

They're silent for a few seconds, and I imagine that Natasha is nodding. "Do you want to meet her?  She's here."

"Yes, yes. Of course," he quickly replies.

I hear both of them stand up, their footsteps approaching the kitchen. I hear them stop in the doorway, Natasha's lighter footsteps stepping out of the way. "Clint, meet Vallonia."

I turn around in my chair, facing Natasha and Clint for the first time. Clint stares at me, absolutely dumbfounded, as I send him a smile. "Hi, Clint."

He steps forward, seemingly analyzing me, his eyes scanning me carefully.

I send him a curious glance as I stand up, unsure of what to make of his analysis.

Clint meets my gaze, and his face melts into a smile. "Vallonia," he says warmly, as if I am an expected guest he is welcoming into his house. He rushes towards me, catching me in a tight embrace.

I immediately hug him back, not at all being bothered by his tight hug due to my exposure to Alexei's bear hugs over the days following our Red Room attack.

Clint squeezes me slightly tighter, whispering, "You have our mother's eyes."

I don't know why, but this gets to me. I can feel tears forming in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall; my parents may be American, but I was at least raised by Russians.

Clint and I release each other, and he turns to Natasha. "Nat, we're technically siblings now!  See, I told you that you could do better than Bruce." He looks me up and down again, a look of realization setting in across his face. "My god, she's so your type too."

"Oh my god, why is everybody insisting that I have a type?" Natasha asks exasperatedly, failing to contain her chuckle.

"You know, even I'm starting to believe it now," I tease.

"Face it: you have such a type and it shows," Clint mocks. He quickly turns to me, adding on, "Don't worry, it's a good type."

Natasha rolls her eyes as she walks over to a cabinet. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's just eat dinner. What are you in the mood for?  I've got canned beans, and I've got expired energy bars."