We got off the school bus at the bus stop right by our house. As we neared our house my twin sister grabbed my hand and squeezed it. She opened the door and we were smacked by the stench of alcohol.
"Dammit," My sister whispered. I hid behind her and started whimpering, here we go again.
"W-we are home for school!" My sister's voice wavered. We walked upstairs heading to our room.
"Wait. You'll have to sleep in the attic tonight because I hired a whore and she'll be in your room." Our father swayed and slurred drunkly as he got up for his lounge chair. I didn't have the courage to speak so my sister did as always.
"Alright," She said tiredly. He always had a new girl every night so it wasn't something new.
"Alright WHAT?" He yelled. Thea knew he liked when we called him father.
"Alright sir," She said proudly. You could tell father was angry.
"I AM YOUR FATHER AND YOU WILL CALL ME AS SUCH!" He slapped Thea and she landed on the floor with a loud thud.
"STOP IT!" I yelled, crying trying to reach Thea.
"I wish you never were," She whispered. He grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled her up.
"PLEASE S-STOP!" I scratched at his arm, crying. With his other hand he grabbed my hair and pulled us towards the dark closet underneath the stairs. The light didn't work and it was extremely hot with coats and blankets. He shoved us both into the darkness and slammed the door.
"THREE DAYS IN THE CLOSET!!" He shouted. We hugged each other, Thea seemed frozen while I on the other hand was sobbing hysterically. In closet we never got food or water. It was terrifying thinking you could die any minute.
Thirty minutes later my sobs became softer. I heard a knock at the front door and then I heard my father getting up from his chair. He banged on the closet door.
"SHUT UP DUMB ASS!" He yelled at me. I stopped my sobbing but tears still ran down my face. He opened the front door.
-BLACK WIDOW'S POV-
I saw the victims' father bang on the hallway closet and yell something that I could barely hear. He looked very intoxicated as he opened the door. I smiled and fixed my whorish clothes.
We started talking small talk as we entered the kitchen. When he turned around It gave me perfect chance to handcuff him to one if the kitchen table legs. He squirmed and begged. I opened the closet to find the young victims in the darkness hugging each other. I grabbed the phone and called the police.
"You can come out now," I told them. They slowly got up from the darkness. I was shocked by how banged up they were. They had bruises, scars, burns, scratches, and they were very malnourished. Other then their eyes they were identical.
"Who are you and where are you taking us?" Thea the one with hazel eyes asked while Eira hid behind Thea with big innocent eyes staring at me.
"My name is Natasha Romanoff aka Black Widow and we are taking you to SHIELD," I answered. They looked confused, "it will be okay I promise." They nodded.
We walked towards the car. I got in shotgun while Clint drove and the twins got in the back. While driving to the Stark tower Clint spoke.
"I'm Clint Barton aka Hawkeye if you wondering," They just nodded, " and what are your names?" He know what their names were but he asked anyway.
"Thea and that's Eira," Thea whispered looking tiredly at Eira with loving eyes as Eira was asleep with her head on Thea's lap.
