AURORA

New Bonds

A/N : I'm so sorry if you have a hard time reading my book, it's just that English is my second language! Im sorry again...

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Aurora was gradually adjusting to her life in Paris, balancing her demanding legal career and the emotional aftermath of recent events. Her assistant, Mia, was a constant source of support, her presence a reminder that Aurora wasn't alone in her journey.

One afternoon, while Aurora was buried in legal briefs, Mia knocked on her door, her expression curious. "Aurora, there's someone here to see you. She says it's important."

Aurora looked up, her brow furrowing. "Who is it?"

Before Mia could answer, a young woman with short blonde hair stepped into the room. Her piercing green eyes were strikingly familiar. "Aurora?" she asked, her voice laced with a Russian accent.

Aurora stood up, her heart skipping a beat. "Yelena?"

Yelena Belova, Natasha Romanoff's younger sister, nodded. "I found a picture of you and Natasha among her things. I needed to find you."

Aurora's eyes softened as she looked at Yelena. "What do you need, Yelena?"

"I want to know more about her, about the life she wanted to have here" Yelena said, her voice trembling slightly. "And about you."

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Later that evening, Aurora and Yelena sat in a cozy Parisian café, the warm glow of the lights creating a comforting ambiance. Yelena listened intently as Aurora recounted her memories with Natasha, their shared moments of joy and hardship.

"Natasha spoke of you often," Aurora said softly. "She was proud of you, Yelena. She loved you very much."

Yelena's eyes glistened with tears. "Thank you, Aurora. It means a lot to hear that."

As they continued to talk, a sense of camaraderie and shared grief formed between them. Aurora felt a connection with Yelena, a bond forged through their mutual love for Natasha.

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Meanwhile, Wanda was making steady progress in her efforts to make amends. She spent more time volunteering and learning to control her powers. She often sent updates to Aurora, hoping to bridge the gap between them.

The weekend came, Wanda suggested a small gathering at a café, inviting Aurora and Mia. Aurora was hesitant but agreed, wanting to give Wanda a chance to show her sincerity.

They met at a quaint café in Montmartre. Wanda arrived first, greeting them with a warm smile. "Thank you for coming."

Aurora nodded, her expression reserved but polite. "It's good to see you, Wanda."

Mia, ever the social butterfly, immediately struck up a conversation with Wanda, easing the initial tension. They discussed everything from recent news to Parisian culture, finding common ground in their shared interests.

As the evening progressed, Aurora found herself slowly warming up to Wanda. She noticed the genuine effort Wanda was making, not just in her actions but in her demeanor. It was a small step, but it was a start.

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Days turned into weeks, and the dynamic between Aurora, Wanda, and Mia began to shift. They started meeting more frequently, their interactions growing more comfortable. Aurora was still cautious, her trust slowly rebuilding, but she could see Wanda's sincerity.

One evening, after a particularly long day at work, Aurora, Mia, and Wanda decided to unwind at a cozy bistro. They shared stories and laughter, the weight of past grievances slowly lifting.

Wanda leaned back, a content smile on her face. "I really appreciate these moments. They mean a lot to me."

Aurora nodded, her expression softer. "I'm starting to see that, Wanda."

Mia, always the peacemaker, raised her glass. "To new beginnings and healing."

They clinked their glasses, the sound a symbol of their tentative but growing bond.

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The next night, as Aurora was preparing for bed, there was a knock on her apartment door. She opened it to find Yelena standing there, a tentative smile on her face.

"Can I come in?" Yelena asked.

Aurora nodded, stepping aside to let her in. They sat on the couch, a comfortable silence settling between them.

"I've been thinking," Yelena began. "About what you said, about Natasha. I want to stay in Paris for a while, to get to know the city you guys chose to live and the person she cared a lot and loved after me."

Aurora smiled, feeling a warmth in her heart. "You're always welcome here, Yelena."

Yelena nodded, her eyes reflecting gratitude and determination. "Thank you, Aurora. For everything."

As they sat together, sharing stories and memories, Aurora felt a sense of peace. The journey of healing and forgiveness was long, but with new friends and old bonds, she knew they would find their way forward together.