Natasha snuck through the apartment flat in Budapest, her gun raised. Even though she wasn't on the run from General Ross and his men for that long, she was still cautious, which could be understandable given the fact she survived a fight with the Taskmaster a couple days ago. She quietly walked through the hallway, suddenly hearing the voice of someone she hadn't seen in so long, yet sounded quite familiar.
"I know you're out there."
Natasha paused, recognizing the voice as her own sister, Yelena. She hesitated for just a second before responding.
"I know you know I'm out there."
Natasha responded, starting a little back and forth conversation.
"Then why are you skulking about like it's a minefield?"
"'Cause I don't know if I can trust you."
"Funny, I was going to say the same thing."
"So, we gonna talk like grown-ups?"
"Is that what we are?"
After that last question, Natasha stepped around the corner of the hallway and took aim with her gun, revealing the other person to indeed be her all-grown-up younger sister Yelena Belova, also pointing a gun at her. The girls walked back through Yelena's kitchen, neither of the women taking their eyes off of each other, even when Yelena stumbled slightly.
"Watch your step."
Natasha said to her sister, prompting Yelena to respond with a smirk. The two ladies exchanged glares, before stealing each other's guns, and engaging in a fight only seconds later. The sisters threw, shoved, kicked, and punched each other all over Yelena's kitchen, before eventually, and somehow, ending up on the floor while tangled in a white shower curtain.
"Ты вырос"
Natasha says to Yelena, looking at her sister.
Yelena sighs, untangling herself from the shower curtain.
"Ни хрена, очевидно"
She responds, sitting up while Natasha follows a second after, both of the women standing upright.
"Who's the lucky man?"
Yelena asks, raising an eyebrow at Natasha.
Natasha looked at Yelena, confused.
"What are you talking about?"
"Your ring. Who's the lucky man?"
Yelena asks, pointing at the engagement ring on Natasha's right ring finger, causing Natasha to glance at her hand.
"Oh yeah, my ring. Uh, it's a woman actually."
Natasha responds, looking back at Yelena.
"Oooouh, a woman. I'm bisexual myself. So who's the lucky woman?"
Yelena asks, surprised.
"It's... It's one of the Avengers, actually. Wanda Maximoff"
Natasha responded, smiling slightly as Yelena gasps.
"Oh my god, the Scarlet Witch? Jesus Christ, I remember seeing footage of the Avengers' battles while being in hiding, and you two had so much chemistry in my opinion. Hey, if you guys have a wedding, can I be your maid of honor?"
Yelena asks, obviously excited.
Natasha laughs softly, glad that she at least isn't trying to kill her sister anymore.
"Just chill, her and I haven't talked about any of that yet."
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The Secret Widow
Fanfiction"No... Wanda can't be, she would've told me..." "You're not the only skilled liar I raised, Natalia" In the timeline of post CA: CW, Natasha, while also on the run, set out to bring down the Red Room, and unintentionally reunite with her family. But...
