Promise - Kate Bishop

Episode 5 - Ronin

It's synthetic gas. The counter agent to chemical subjugation, The voice of a woman with a Russian accent came through in Jasin's head.

He had Widows implanted all over the world. You should be the one to tell 'em it's over, Her mom's voice came.

An ear piercing whistle made its way through her head, causing Jasin to cringe. She cleared her mind again, focusing on the memory playing behind her eyes.

Two women ran across the roof, the dark haired one in a black suit while the blonde one was in a white one.

Guns drawn, the both came down a staircase, preparing to shoot at the sign of any danger. The blonde stepped into the hallway, causing the woman she stepped in front of to pause and look at her.

"Hi there, Ana." She greeted emotionlessly. The other female in black showed up behind her, Ana and the blonde turning towards her. Upon turning back, Ana threw the small dish she had her cup on towards the blonde, who didn't even flinch.

Grunting, Ana took down the girl in black turning back to the blonde who placed a gun directly against her forehead.

"Do it." She spat venomously. When the blonde didn't take the shot, she pushed her arms up and backwards. The blonde instantly went to grab her, but she easily slid out of the way, pushing her to the floor as she twisted the one in black around and kicked her the other way.

The blonde ran up, getting her arm around Ana's neck. Ana then pushed back into her, twisting her arm off of her, and shoved her back again, headbutting her. Ana then threw her into a different room, but the blonde held onto her sleeve and flipped out of it, bringing Ana down to the ground.

"Stop. I'm trying to help you," The blonde said, annoyed.

"Then why'd you break into my house?" Ana argued, fighting to get out of her grip.

"Sonya, hold her hands." The blonde ordered the female in black who listened.

"Hurry. Hit her with the antidote." Sonya advised.

"Okay," The blonde said, releasing a red gas into Ana's face. Ana coughed, Sonya letting go of her hands as the blonde spoke again, "The next bit is going to be really scary, but we're here to help you."

Ana scrambled up, sitting on her knees, glaring into the carpet that now had a red stain from the gas, "Look what you did to my rug. Twenty thousand dollars down the drain. Thanks."

"Excuse me?" The blonde asked, confused.

"I don't think she was brainwashed," Sonya concluded.

"What? You thought I was some rich pervert's prisoner?" Ana questioned, Sonya shaking her head in confusion.

"Well, yeah. Kind of." The blonde answered. "What, this is your house? How can you afford all of this?"

"By doing the thing we're all best at. Killing for money." Ana answered sourly.

The scene changed, showing the three females in a different room, sitting in chairs in front of a fireplace with food on a small coffee table in front of them.

"So, how many widows have you helped?" Ana asked.

The blond inhaled, "Many. Many. Yeah, it's hard work. It's hard finding them. It's.. It's hard watching them wake. But, it's so worth it. And when we've cleared up all of this mess, we will make good lives for ourselves."

"Yelena, how is your sister doing?" Ana questioned, the blonde looking up with a soft smile.

"She's doing okay." Yelena answered. "Yeah, she's good."

"And then, you and Natasha will be reunited," Sonya added, "and go live your Sex and the City fantasy in New York."

Yelena looked down, "Excuse me."

With that, she got up and made her way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She looked deep into the reflection before turning the faucet on and splashing her face. She looked back into the mirror and spun around seeing that the walls were changing a different color. Slowly, she walked out of the room and back to where she came from, looking around at the place around her that just seemed to change in a few seconds.

"What's happening? What's going on?" Yelena asked, firing up her bracelet and aiming it at an unknown male.

"Yelena? Oh, my god, you're back," An older looking Ana said, getting up from the couch she was sitting on.

"Who's that, mommy?" A little girl asked, pointing at Yelena, who lowered her wrist.

"It's okay, sweetie. She's an old friend," Ana reassured the girl.

Scenes changed again, showing Yelena sitting down on a piece of furniture.

"I got married," Ana said, Yelena closing her eyes, lowering her head. "We adopted three years ago, it's been amazing."

Yelena groaned, rubbing her temples as Ana continued, "Sonya, who left my house in a much less dramatic fashion than you did that day, realized this and now you will too. You can start with contract work, and then you can stay here as long as you need."

"Okay, stop. Ana, I was in there for five seconds, I come out and I've lost five years of my life. Please." Yelena said, stressed.

"I'm sorry, Yelena. I was just trying to help you." Ana apologized.

"No, no. I know. I.. Thank you. Yeah." She said breathing heavily. "I need to find Natasha. Can you help me find Natasha? I need to tell her I'm okay."

When Ana didn't reply, Yelena looked down, fear etching its way onto her face.

Jasin gasped, falling back to lay on the floor, sweat rolling down the sides of her face.

Nicely done, Jasin. That was the first time you purposefully looked into the memories of someone. Loki praised, Jasin groaning in agreement.

"Yelena, she's Natasha's sister- oh, my gosh. She's my aunt." Jasin said, wiping her forehead with her shirt and changing into fresh clothes.

"What are you doing?" Kate asked, finally stepping out of her bedroom.

"I need to go find Yelena, and I know exactly where she is because," Jasin answered, holding up her phone to show five red dots, "I keep tabs on people."

"Well, I need to go back to my apartment to grab what's salvageable." Kate said, walking up to her and pressing her body against her.

Jasin chuckled, wrapping Kate in her warmth, "Funny. I'll walk you over."