"If the Red Room's still active, where is it?" Natasha asked, as they walked through the conscience shop's door.

"I have no idea." Yelena spoke, "He moves location constantly. And every widow is sedated on entry and exit for maximum security."

"I'm just finding it hard to believe that he could stay off my radar." Natasha shook her head.

"Well, thinking like a criminal it wouldn't be smart to go after someone like you." Elena quipped.

"Someone like me?" Natasha asked.

"An avenger, Natasha. If you want to stay hidden it's not smart to attack an Avenger if you want to stay hidden." Yelena noted, gathering supplies to clean her wound.

"I mean the clue is in the name. Dreykov kills you, one of the big ones comes to avenge you."

"Wait, what are the big ones?" Natasha asked, looking at the blonde confused.

"Well, I doubt the god from space has to take an ibuprofen after a fight."

"Our sister knows a literal god from space. How cool is that?" Ellie grabbed a bottle of water.

"Where did you think I was all this time? I mean clearly you knew where Ellie was."

Elena glanced over, "How did you know where I was?"

"Not important." Natasha answered, "I thought you got out and were living a normal life." She walked past Elena to wash her hands.

"And you just never made contact again?"

"Honestly, I thought you didn't want to see me." Natasha frowned.

"Ha. Bullshit." Yelena scoffed, "Yelena!" Ellie scolded.

"What?" Yelena exclaimed, "She just didn't want her baby sister tagging along whilst she saved the world with the cool kids."

"You weren't really my sister." Natasha set her items down on the counter.

"Why would you say that? Does that make me not your sister either?" Ellie snapped.

"And the Avengers aren't really your family." Yelena pointed out.

Elena leaned against the wall, "Why do you always do that thing?"

"Do what?" Natasha raised her eyebrows at the blonde.

"The thing you do when you're fighting." Yelena said as though it was obvious, "The like..."

Yelena crouched down towards the ground, one leg out to the side, "The thing that you do...when you whip your hair, when you're fighting, with the arm and the hair."

"Oh my god, it's a fighting pose," Elena laughed.

"She's right, it's a fighting pose, you're a total poser." Yelena stated.

"I'm not a poser." Natasha dismissed.

"You totally are!"

"Oh, come on, they're great poses, but it does look like you think everyone's looking at you like all the time."

"Yeah well, all that time I spent posing I was trying to actually do something good. I was trying to be more than just a trained killer." Natasha glanced away, "to make up for all the pain and suffering that we caused."

Yelena scoffed, "Well then you're fooling yourself cause pain and suffering is everyday and we're both still trained killers. Except I'm not the one on the cover of a magazine. I'm not the killer that little girls call their hero."

Yelena stormed out of the door, "She's just...she's just hurting."

Natasha nodded, "Yeah, I know."

"So," Yelena spoke up, catching her younger sister's attention, "You mentioned that you teach first graders."

A small smile lite up Elena's face, "Yeah, they're so great Yelena, even the troublemakers and the quiet ones."

"Sounds like you love it," Yelena smiled, and the brunette nodded.

Yelena winced as she cleaned her arm, and Natasha walked over with a few bottles, "Ooo," Ellie spoke grasping the bottle, and taking a sip.

"That gas, the counter agent, was synthesized in secret by an older widow in Melina's generation."

Elena smiled sadly at the mention of Melina.
Her Mama.

"I was on the mission to retrieve it and she exposed me and I killed the widow that freed me."  Yelena confessed.

"Did you have a choice?" Natasha asked, and Elena looked up curiously.

"What you experienced was psychological conditioning. I'm talking about chemically altering brain functions." Yelena stated.

"Scientifically that's so cool." Elena murmured.

"They are two completely different things. You're fully conscious but you don't know which part is you. I'm still not sure." Yelena sighed.

Natasha pulled her chair over to Yelena, taking over for her to clean the wound. "Is that all there is left?"

Yelena nodded in response, "Damn," Elena whispered.

"It's the only thing that can stop Dreykov and his network of widows. He takes more everyday, children who don't have anyone to protect them. Just like all of us when we were small." Yelena sighed, "maybe 1 in 20 survives the training and becomes a widow. The rest he kills."

"That's horrible." Elena sighed.

"To him we are just things. Weapons with no face that he can just throw away." Yelena said, as Natasha cleaned her wound, "because there is always more. And no one's even looking for him thanks to you and Alexei."

"Alexei?" Natasha chuckled dryly, "'Dad'"

Yelena looked over to Ellie suddenly feeling guilty, the brunette didn't come to the conclusion that their family was fake not really anyways.

"Did you ever look for your parents? Your real ones?" Yelena asked.

"Well, my mom abandoned me in the street like garbage." Natasha noted,

"I looked, I never found anything about my real parents though. I bounced around the firmster system for a while. I was never adopted or anything." Elena answered, taking another sip from the bottle.

"They destroyed my birth certificate so I reinvented it." Yelena smiled, "my parents still live in Ohio. My older sister moved out west."

"Is that right?" Natasha smirked.

"You're a science teacher." Yelena explained, "You're working part-time especially after you had your son. Your husband, he renovated houses."

"What about me?" Elena asked quizzically.

"You still live near home, you never wanted to be to far from our mother or home. You're a pediatrician, you adopted a little girl, and are raising her all by yourself. You're the best mother."

"Well I don't know about Ellie, but that is not my story," Natasha smiled.

"What is your story?" Yelena asked.

"I never let myself be alone long enough to think about it." Natasha smiled sadly, a small shrug following.

"Did you ever wish for kids?" Yelena reached over the table for her vest.

"I can't have kids," Elena pressed her lips together, "It's a medical thing."

"I want a dog." Yelena stated.

"Where are you gonna go?" Natasha asked, " I don't know. I don't really have anywhere to go back to...so I guess anywhere."

"I have a girlfriend and 25 first graders to get back to," Elena gave a small smile.

Natasha leaned forward against the table, "Don't" Yelena said.

"Don't what?" Natasha asked, and yelena chuckled, "You're going to give me some big hero speech, I can feel it."

"Speeches aren't really my thing." Natasha shook her head, "huh."

"It's more like an invitation."

"To go to the Red Room and kill Dreykov?" Yelena asked, "Yeah."

"Even though the Red Room is impossible to find and Dreykov is to slippery to kill?"

"Yup."

"That sounds like a shitload of work." The blonde noted.

"Yup."

"Could be fun though," Natasha smirked.

"Ok, fuck it." Elena started, "It's time that I learned to love adventure. Let's do it."

"I saw where he put the keys."

"Top door, green cabinet." Yelena and Ellie stated.