☆| - Red Room 3/3 - |☆

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The 3 sisters walked along the fence, to the house of their supposedly dead 'mother'. They just just rescued Alexi from the jail, in hope of him knowing where the red room was, but he didn't. To say Alexi was happy to see Emiliya was alive, was to say the least. He was overjoyed, at seeing his 'daughter', so much so he practically forgot the other 2 were there. The 3 girls saw in the true light in which, their 'father' stood.

After Emiliya lost her cool, yelling at him. "If were such a great father, you would have stopped Dreykoc from sending me on the suicide mission" After she walks ahead. 

He turns his attention to his 3 younger 'Daughters'. Appaluding the fact that Natasha had managed to infiltrate a government sector, completely ignoring her rebuttle that sh eearned her way in. and Yelena congratulating her for being the youngest ever assassin. 

"My Girls, I am so proud of you, all of your ledgers must be dripping red"

XXX

After years the family was reunited. The 5 of sat around the table. 

"Emiliya, its good to see you, you have been doing well with the CIA?" Melina says 

"You knew she was alive?" Natasha asks

"Obviously, she was my child, I could sense it" Melina says 

"Your not my mother" Emily says, "We're not here to chat, we need too--" Emiliya gets cut of

"Emiliya, your always so serious, lighten up" Alexi says, he then turns around to face Melina, "You haven't aged a day, huh?"

"Alexi!" Yelena says 

"We need to know where the Red Room is" Natasha says 

After more fighting and an introduction of a pig, Natasha finally snapped. 

"Who cares? This wasn't real"

"What!" Yelena says 

"It wasn't real"

"Don't say that. It was real. It was real to me. And those agent, you chemically subjugated around the world? That was me" Yelena says. Melina turns around to face her. "And her" She says pointing to Emily. "And you" Yelena says turning to face Natasha "You got out, after, Dreykov made sure no one could escape. Do you have any idea what happened after your left? They blamed Emiliya for your betrayal. Do you know what they did to her?-"

"Yelena" Emily speaks out "Yelena" she repeats softly. 

"What is she talking about?" Natasha asks 

"Nothing important" Emily says. "We need to get into the Red Room"

"about that" Melina says with a guilty look, "when you breached the perimeter, I alerted the Red Room of your presence, they should be here within the hour"

"Good, we can use that to our advantage" Emily says 

XXX

Melina and Natasha had swaped faces. Deykov immediately wanted to see Emiliya and 'Melina' who was actually Natasha had escourted her. They had manged to free Antonia, before Dreykov could send her off. Natasha earning herself a bullet, for distracting him while Emiliya fought with Antonia. 

But it was too late, he had called the other widows. In the end they had boths sisters in death holds, and in that moment Yelena was there. The red dust had burst over them. it was magical, if not the situation they were in. 

Yelena had safely gotten her sister and all the other widows out, along with Melina and Alexi. While Emily had gone after Dreykov. 

Emily stood next to her 2 sisters in the rubble that was once the Red Room.  

"We did it" Yelena says 

"I'm sorry" Natasha says "I am sorry I wasn't there for you" She looks at Yelena. "And I am sorry for what happened to you because of me" She says while looking at Emily. 

"Natalia, I don't blame you, but if it helps I forgive you. " Emily says. 

"Shit" Yelena says, as she sees 4 unmarked cars with sirens in the distance.

"Don't worry, I'll deal with it, Take these" Emily says passing the red vials to Natasha

"What?" Natasha asks

"CIA, I will deal with them, you both go and free the other widows" Emily says

"But" Yelena stops when she sees her sisters glare "I'll miss you" She says in Russian

"I love you, I love you both my little sisters, never forget that, Go free the others I will see you soon" Emily replies in Russian. 

A/N

There will be a sequel 


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