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I approached the house cautiously, an arrow ready in my bow. It was quiet, and upon passing the pig maze pen Melina uses to train them, I notice that she wasn't around.

It was only a little past noon, and usually at this time she'd still be busy with them.

Quietly passing, I make my way towards the back door and listen. Before even listening closely I was able to feel a strong prescence inside the house, and it didn't belong to Melina. This presence was, different.

I felt three others along with it, but neither of them coming close to the intensity this one held. It was cold yet warm, fierce yet sensitive. There was a range of emotions, but one was sensed significantly stronger than the others.

Sadness.

I lowered my bow, my brows furrowing. I didn't know who this person was, but strangely, I wanted to comfort them. I wanted to-

Artemis, what are you doing ? You don't know this prescence. Don't be ridiculous.

I shake my head lightly, ridding it of all those weird thoughts before. Instead, I go back back listening, and I first hear Melina, before an unfamiliar male, deep Russian accented voice.

Melina didn't seem hostile in any way, and so I wasn't sure if I should enter or not just in case I was interrupting something, until I remembered that this was my humble abode to begin with - I quite literally built it myself and lived on my own until Melina came along.

Laughing soflty to myself, I kick my muddy boots against the steps to shake off the dirt, before opening the door and stepping inside.

"Artemis, you're back !"

I hum in response as I feel the heavy gazes of unfamiliar eyes on me, watching intensly as I hung up my bow and stored away my arrows in the weapons room. Once I returned, I decide to meet all their curious gazes.

"So, Melina, are you gonna tell me why I have a bearded guy in a far too tight suit, a gaping blonde, and a glaring red-head at my dining table or..."

The red-head narrows her gaze at me, and I give a small smile. She wasn't expecting that all, and gives me a confused look. She's the strong prescence; and although I didn't know her, and she clearly seemd very guarded and cold, I didn't see why I should be unwelcoming towards her.

"Right," Melina stood up as I approached the table, and she pours me a glass of water before re-seating herself. I thank her as I take my seat at the other end of the table, across from the bearded guy.

"Remeber the family I told you about ?" I nod, recalling the short stories she'd tell me of her time as a Black Widow, and her having two daughters and a husband.

"Well, this is my husband, Alexei," him and I share a simple nod. "And these are my two beautiful daughters, Yelena," the young blonde who was still gaping at me. "And Natasha."

I tilted my head at the red-head's name. I was indeed familiar with it, and I was completely shocked with myself for not recognizing her.

"Natasha Romanoff ?"

She furrows her brows, and I instantly saw the look of hostility settle in her gaze.

"I'm a friend of Tony's."

That seems to have settled her tension, and so she quircks a brow up at me. "I didn't know Stark had connections with a Greek Goddess."

I hear the blonde, Yelena, gasp from her seat. "Holy shit !" her accent was very strong, unlike Natasha, who seemes to be the only one without one. "So you really are the Artemis ? Like from Greek mythology?"