Alive - English version

4

A beam of light infiltrated between the grey curtains of the room and spread over the soft face of the young Russian woman asleep in her bed. Little by little, she woke up. When she remembered her night, a slight smile appeared on her face. She turned her head towards the square next to her, but found nothing, no one. She got up, despite her immense desire to stay in bed, and went to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she finally came out of the bathroom, showered and dressed in black jeans, a black tank top and heeled boots, also black. She came out of her room with her phone in her hand and walked to the living room. Once inside, she greeted everyone and sat down on one of the large stools on the kitchen counter. Wanda, on the other side of the counter, served her a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. To go with this delicious breakfast, she served him a juice worm.

"Thank you," Natasha simply told her before devouring what was on her plate.

The two of them chatted before a little redhead came into the living room, his cuddly toy in his hand and his eyes half closed. The moment she saw her mother, the little girl ran into his arms to give him hugs and kisses. Wanda gave her the same plate and Daneliya ate, still on her mother's lap. It seemed to be a good life. It's true, she is with her second family, her daughter, and for now they don't have to fight. What more could you ask for? So that's it? A tidy life? Normal? If that's what it is, she wants it every day. Well, she'll miss the fights, but if she stops, she'll be fine. No... come to think of it, she'll miss the fights too much. Her phone's ringing, taking her mind off it. She puts her daughter on the stool next to hers and goes outside to answer it.

* Phone call*

Natasha - Чего ты хочешь? (What do you want?)

Ivan - Елена исчезл. (Yelena disappeared)

Natasha - И ты хочешь, чтобы я помог тебе найти ее, верно ? (And you want me to help you find her, right?)

Ivan - Ты умеешь находить людей.(You're good at finding people.)

Natasha -Я бы тебе не помог. (I won't help you.)

Ivan - Она твоя сестра. (She's your sister.)

Natasha - Ну и что? (So what?)

Ivan - (he blows)

Natasha - И если бы вы обратили внимание на своих детей, вы бы знали, что она не исчезла, но что она скрывается. (And if you paid attention to your children you would know that she hasn't disappeared but is hiding.)

*(End of call)*

As she hangs up, she realizes that Steve, who has just returned from jogging during his call, is in front of her and looks at her, leaning against the wall of the house.

"What's the matter with you, Rogers, can't get over your emotions?" She asks, teasing him.

"When you have sex with an angel, it's hard to get over it." He answered, leaving her speechless.

He approaches her and puts his hands on her hips to bring her closer to him.

"Don't worry my angel," he began with a smile, "I won't tell anyone."

He put a chaste kiss on her lips before entering the cabin, leaving her paralyzed in front of the door. Dane arrived and encircled her mother's large legs with his small arms, which took Natasha out of her thoughts.

"Yes... What is it my heart?"

"Who was that on the phone?"

"It was grandpa Ivan."

Dane smiled at her before running back into the house, followed by his mother.

"Uncle Tony!" She called as she entered the living room.

She walked over to Tony, who was sitting on the couch, and sat down on his lap.

"It was Grandpa Ivan on the phone."

"Daneliya! Why did you tell him?" Asked Natasha, offended, still in the living room hallway.

"Well, he asked me," she said with a smile.

Natasha breathed as she looked at Tony, with one of her famous black eyes.

"What? I had no choice! It's not like you're going to tell me, I know you."

She kept staring at him.

"Well, what did the old man want?" Tony kept going.

The young woman blew and came to pick up her daughter before she took her upstairs to get her ready, without answering the billionaire's question, which didn't escape her. She bathed him while the girl chose her clothes for the day. She then entered the bath and started playing with her dolls while her mother sat next to the bathtub to watch her.

"I like Steve. You like him, too, don't you?" Dane asked innocently.

"Why are you asking me that?"

"I don't know. I just wish he was my dad."

"Do you?!"

"Yes, he's cool, and he's handsome. He's nice too."

The spy laughs before she gets her daughter out of the bath, dries her off and dresses her in a sumptuous little white dress with lace and a light blue belt with a bow. She brushes her long hair and makes a braid with it. Dane turns to her and gives her a big smile. If people knew how happy she is right now, they would laugh at her. They would. The great black widow can't feel love. But she is right now, and she doesn't blame herself. Well, she should. The KGB had forbidden her to be happy. Whenever she was happy, she blamed herself, but not anymore. Perhaps because she now had her daughter in her life, and her new family, whom she loved with all her heart.

"Mama!" Called the said girl, taking her mother out of her thoughts.

"Sorry. "

Daneliya smiled before taking her mother's hand in hers and taking her into the living room. As soon as they entered, all eyes turned to them.

"What?" Asked Natasha.

No one answered and they all went back to their occupations. Natasha let go of Dane, who left to play with his best friend, Morgan Stark, and went to see Wanda, still in the kitchen.

"What's wrong with them?" She asked the young witch.

"Well..."

"Please, Wanda."

"Tony told them what your father meant to you, what he did to you and all the talk."

This one was glowing red. She ran towards Tony and twisted his arm. He fell to the ground in pain, but she would not loosen her grip on his arm.

"Natasha!" Steve screamed.

"How could you?" The young woman took offense.

"Is this about your father?" Asked Tony in a grimace of pain.

Surprised that he used that last word, she loosened her grip without realizing it, which allowed Tony to reverse the roles. She grunted in pain when he did.

"Look, I'm sorry... Actually, on second thought, I'm absolutely not. I had to tell them. We're a team,we're a family. If you don't tell your family, there's no trust, and a family without trust is not a family. Do you understand that?"

Without answering, Natasha grunted in pain before the door opened violently, giving way to a chubby old man with a long beard and long hair tied in a ponytail.