Ana and Morgan sat side by side in the couch of the S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ. "We like to thank you for your help." Nick Fury said. "What are your names?"
"Um…" Ana contemplated, "I… I…" she breathed and in a Russian accent she says, "I am Anastasia Rogers."
Natasha's eyes went wide and so did Steve's. Morgan stood up, "I guess were telling the truth… I'm Morgan Stark."
Ana closed her eyes, as she stood up, "Mom? Dad?"
Natasha had tears in her eyes, as she walked closer to Ana, "Is it really you?" Natasha brought both her hands on her daughter's face.
Ana smiled, "I hope so… or ma lied to me."
"My mother is not a liar." Morgan stomped her feet.
Ana turns around, "What then do you call 19 years of me asking, 'Why don't I look like you?' and her saying, 'It's because your beautiful.'?"
"She isn't lying!" Morgan insisted.
Ana smiles and nods, "Thank you…"
"Oh my gawd! I hate you." Morgan frowns playfully.
"Okay… you sure? Cause hate is pretty weak word considering we're both college graduates…" Ana teased.
"I despise you." Morgan sighs.
Ana walks towards her sister taking off her jacket, "I loathe you."
Morgan also came towards Ana, as she puts her hair up in a ponytail, "I am irritated by you."
Ana cracks a smile, as Morgan burst out laughing. "So not fair… you're a pre law… I'm a neuroscientist."
"And your point is?"
"My point is that you took English class seriously, I didn't… I took science and math seriously. Unlike you I have a life…"
Ana raised an eyebrow. "I mean your book smart…" Morgan sighs.
Ana laughs, "So I'm smarter than you?"
"In a manner of saying, yes."
"I'm prettier and smarter." Ana giggles, "Thanks."
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Widow's Shield
FanfictionYears after the death of Natasha Romanoff, a 21 year old Ana Stark comes looking for answers. Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing except Ana Stark.