Alina Shostakov is a Alexei Shostakov's daughter, trafficked to the Red Room with her siblings, Natasha and Yelena only she was there since birth, having no choice but to do as the said.
During a mission, she meets Wade Wilson, a mercenary with a l...
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- "Really?" -
As Yelena and Alina cleaned themselves up at the bench, Natasha walked over with Wade, the pair placing down four bottles of beer. Alina picked hers up and took a gulp of it, sighing as Wade took the bandages from her to help her out, sitting beside her.
"That gas," Yelena started, making the others look to her, "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.
"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.
Natasha stood up and moved beside her, picking up the rag to help with her wound, "Is that all there is left?"
"Mhm. It's the only thing that can stop Dreykov and his network of Widows. 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." Yelena said and Alina took a larger gulp of her beer as if she could get drunk.
Wade looked up from her wound, watching as her face scrunched up in anger at the mention of Alexei. While Natasha and Yelena didn't have their parents to protect them, whether they were abandoned or taken, she wasn't sure, but Alina had her father.
She used to, anyway. But he was the one who placed her within Dreykov's web. He did that to his own child by choice. Alina could've had a normal family, even without her biological mother, she could've still had her father. Instead, he chose fame and a child trafficker over his daughter.
"Alexei?" Natasha asked.
Alina laughed dryly, "'Папа'. Piece of shit." (Dad)
Wade finished wrapping her waist as Natasha sat back down in her seat. The mercenary wrapped his arm around Alina's shoulders and she leant her head on his chest, her hand reaching to mess with his free hand.
Yelena and Natasha looked over at the children playing by a garage and the blonde asked, "Did you ever look for you parents? Your real ones?"
"Well, my mum abandoned me in the street like garbage." Natasha shrugged and picked her beer up.
"Alexei told me my mother was a prostitute. Gave me up when I was born. Believable, it's not like someone could have actually loved that creature." Alina hummed.
