The White Widow

Chapter 12

Clint quietly moved towards the cockpit door.  The voices had long since gone quiet. To be fair, their entrance had been loud. He tightly pulled back an arrow and attempted to push the door with his foot, locked.

He looked back, Natasha was watching him closely. Yelena seemed to be sleeping in her arms, clearly in desperate need of sleep. Natasha was rocking them back and forth, clutching a pistol.

Clint turned back to the cockpit door and knocked. He looked back at Natasha, who stared back with wide eyes. He wasn't really sure why he did that or what his plan was, but whoever was in there obviously knew they were here, and this cockpit door was probably their only exit.

After he knocked, Clint could hear the voices start whispering back and forth in what he assumed was Russian. "Open the door!" Clint yelled. More whispering and shuffling, but the door never opened. The doorknob hadn't even moved. Natasha whispered something to Yelena, who nodded and removed herself from her sister's arms. Natasha got to her feet and cocked the pistol. 

Positioning herself in front of her little sister, Natasha sent Clint a curt nod. He took several steps backward and shot an explosive arrow at the hinges. Quickly replacing the arrow, he drew back another one. Natasha took several quick steps, and both agents moved simultaneously towards Dreykov and Melina. At gunpoint, they both held their hands up in surrender.

"Get on your knees!" Clint ordered.

The Russians looked at each other tentatively. Clint's mouth opened to speak again when two bullets whizzed past his head and into the chest of Dreykov and Melina. They dropped to the ground, groaning in pain. Natasha approached them. Looking down at them, she spoke. Her voice oozed hatred,

"You took everything from us. Our free will. Our ability to love and trust. I will not allow you to take our lives." Without waiting for a response, Natasha raised the pistol again and proceeded to shoot them 3 more times each.

Clint knew Natasha was in a dark place and that he couldn't blame her, but all he could think of was the amount of information about the Red Room now taken to the grave. Natasha brushed past Clint and quickly returned to Yelena. Gently nudging her awake, Natasha scooped her sister up bridal style and stepped off the plane. Natasha and Clint walked side by side back to their aircraft. Yelena had quickly fallen asleep in her sisters arms again. Many things about Yelena's situation deeply disturbed Natasha, but noticing how light Yelena was made her feel sick.

Approaching their rescue plane, they were swarmed by medics and agents. Yelena jerked awake, and the sight of doctors sent her into a frenzy. Yelena twisted from Natasha's grip and hit the ground with a thud. She jumped to her feet and tried to make a run for it, but was quickly surrounded. Hands reach out and grip her wrists. Yelena cried out in pain and tried to painfully pry her arms from their grasp.

"Hey! Stop!" Natasha is yelling, but the medics aren't relenting on Yelena or even awknowlgding her.

"10 mg. Haldol, " one of the doctors ordered. A sharp pinch in Yelena's neck causes her to flinch backward and managed to pull herself from their grip. Yelena scrambled backward several feet and held her hands up in front of her, ready to fight.

"Get the fuck back! You are scaring her."

Yelena could hear her sister yelling, and she tried to find her in the crowd, but she couldn't focus on anyone who wasn't wearing that dreadful lab coat. There were so many doctors surrounding her that she felt like a cornered animal. Yelena kept backing up, never taking her eyes off the doctors. Yelena's eyes were wide and wild. The doctors stared back dumbfounded. The amount of medication they had given her should've knocked her out quickly, but here she was, still standing. Ready to fight. As they prepared to grab Yelena again, a loud gunshot caused everyone to freeze. Heads twisted and turned, desperatly looking for the shooter.