(A/N: I lost the part where I put this in the story so imagine Clint and Sasha in this and that they 'borrowed another bike'.)
We head into the gas station and start grabbing things.
Momma: The Red Room's still active. Where is it? Yelena: I have no idea. He moves location constantly. Me: And every widow is sedated on entry and exit for maximum security. Yelena:*dryly* Exactly. Clint: I'm just finding it hard to believe that he could stay off our radar. Yelena: Well, it's not smart to attack an Avenger if you want to stay hidden. I mean, the clue is in the name. Dreykov kills you, one of the big ones comes to avenge you. Or worse, Sasha. Momma: Wait, what are the big ones? Yelena: Well, I doubt the god from space has to take an ibuprofen after a fight. Where did you think I was all this time?
Momma looks down and Clint places a hand on her shoulder.
Momma: I thought that you got out and were living a normal life. Yelena: And you just never made contact again? Momma: Honestly, I thought you didn't wanna see me. Yelena:*scoffs* Bullshit. You just didn't want your baby sister to tag along, whilst you saved the world with the cool kids. Clint: Guys- Momma: You weren't really my sister. Me: Enough. You both know that thatstatment is false. No can we focus here? Or do I have to put everyone in a timeout ball?
My eyes glow white and I blink them, breathing a sigh.
Me: Just stop. Yelena: Why do you always do that thing? Momma: Do what? Yelena: The thing you do when you're fighting. The....Like, the....This thing that you do when you whip your hair when you're fighting with the arm and the hair. And you do, like, a fighting pose. *laughs* It's a.... *laughs* It's a fighting pose. You're a total poser.
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Momma: I'm not a poser. Me:*giggles* Kinda Momma. Yelena: Oh, come on. I mean, they're great poses, but it does look like you think everyone's looking at you, like, all the time. Momma: All that time that I spent posing, I was trying to actually do something good to make up for all the pain and suffering that we caused. Trying to be more than just a trained killer. Yelena:*glares* Well, then you were fooling yourself because pain and suffering is every day and we are both still a trained killer. Except I'm not the one that's on the cover of a magazine. I'm not the killer that little girls call their hero.
We walk out and stand at the bikes.
Yelena: That gas, the counteragent, it was synthesized 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. Clint: Did you have a choice? Yelena: What Natasha 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. Me: Is that all there is left? Yelena: Mmm-hmm. It's the only thing that can stop Dreykov and his network of widows.
Momma starts helping Yelena with her inguries and wee sit on a bench.
Yelena: He takes more every day. Children who don't have anyone to protect them. Just like us when we were small. Maybe one in 20 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. Clint: Alexei? Yelena:*chuckles dryly* "Dad."
Its silent and we watch the children playing.
Yelena: Did you ever look for your parents? Your real ones? Momma: Well, my mom abandoned me in the street like garbage. What about you? Yelena: They destroyed my birth certificate, so I reinvented it. My parents still live in Ohio. My sister moved out west. Momma: Is that right? Yelena: You're a science teacher. You're working part-time, though, especially after you had your son. Your husband, he renovates houses. Momma: That is not my story. Yelena:*laughs* What is your story? Momma: I never let myself be alone long enough to think about it. But I have my daughter. Yelena: I want a dog. Momma: Where you gonna go? Yelena: I don't know. I don't really have anywhere to go back to, so I guess anywhere. Me: Come back with us. After we stop the red room for good. Your family Yelena, and we don't abandon our family. Yelena: Even though the Red Room is impossible to find and Dreykov is too slippery to kill? Clint: Yeah. Picking up stray assasins seems to be a reacurring thing. Yelena: That sounds like a shitload of work. But it could be fun. Why not. But we need a car. Me:*smirks* Leave it to me.
I walk to an empty spot and look around to make sure no one was watching. I wave my hands and my eyes glow white as my car materializes in front of me. I turn around and grin.
