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(𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑)
CHAPTER THREE----

"See Rosalie, this is why they say to never get re-involved with your ex in any way," she muttered under her breath lungs burning, as she and the two former Russian assassins ran from a whole lot of other Russian assassins. 

"Where are we trying to get?" Natasha shouted over the echoing gunshots, "Motorbike. Eastside of the building." Yelena replied, "Please, please, please, say it's nearby. I'm not in shape enough for this." 

"And we're going out the window now." she ran after them, "I don't even know why I'm surprised, I did this stuff for years." 

The world around her blurred as she slid down the roof next to Natasha, "Make sure to hold on tight." the redhead teased, "Funny." she replied dryly grabbing onto the pole. 

Years ago, on one of her and Natasha's missions, she had literally almost fallen off of one of these, she came out of that with a sprained wrist rather than a broken back, because Natasha caught her at the last second.

Yelena unhooked it, and it began to fall forward, one of the assassins jumped towards them and Natasha caught her wrist sliding down the pole, "I got you!" she spoke, and Rosalie shot a worried glance towards the redhead. 

Rosalie gasped as the woman fell off the pole with a sickening scream, seconds later the pole crashed into the side of the opposite building throwing all three women off of it. Yelena crashed through the glass window, and Rosalie fell attempting to grab the windows ledge but her grip slipped, causing her to free-fall down also crashing into several poles, she groaned in pain just kind of laying on her side when she reached the bottom. 

"You ok?" Natasha spoke quickly, assessing the state of her ex-girlfriend, "I think I cracked a rib or two." Rosalie groaned, trying to catch her breath, Natasha nodded, deciding that at the very least the brunette wouldn't die while she was trying to help the other woman.

Rosalie gently pushed herself up from the murky water, still leaning down in pain as she held her ribs. She was 80 percent sure that she had literally cracked a rib or two. She leaned against the brick building for support, "It hurts to breathe. Wonderful." she muttered in pain.

When working for Shield, especially as a field agent, injuries were nothing out of the ordinary, basic medical training was just part of the drill going into the job. You had to be able to assess your own injuries, as well as others. To tell when you needed an evac vs when you could make it out without one. 

Rosalie had always been stubborn even as a kid, she was sure she had almost caused her brother to go into cardiac arrest more than once. There had been several times, on several missions she hadn't called for help even when she was actively bleeding out. The Barton woman tended to wait until the very last moment to ask for help.

She limped over next to Natasha, "I don't want to do this." the girl sobbed, holding the fully charged electric weapon to her face, "What are you doing?" Natasha asked panicked, "He's making me." the girl sobbed, Rosalie's hand flung up to her mouth gasping, when the assassin sent the shock to her head, killing her instantly.

Natasha dropped to her knees by the assassin's body, her eyes watering, Rosalie knelt down next to the redhead gently putting a hand on her shoulder, Yelena approached them frowning at the sight, "Do you believe me now?" Yelena asked voice shaking ever so slightly, "How many others?" Natasha whispered, "Enough."

Yelena turned walking away, they were in fact still being hunted down, "Come on, we have to go," Rosalie spoke helping Natasha to her feet. Once they made it onto the sidewalk they took off in a run, "Which one's yours?" Natasha asked, "Black. Brown seat." Yelena responded quickly, Rosalie only slowed when they came to the bike, "Where are my keys?" Yelena asked breathlessly, Natasha tossed them up into the air, moving to sit on the bike. "сука" 

Rosalie chuckled hotwiring the bike next to Yelena's, "Since when do you know how to hotwire bikes that quickly?" Natasha asked the brunette, "You pick up quite a few skills when you're on the run from several countries' governments. Shield took their sweet time clearing my name." Rosalie responded, revving the engine to life. 

A car flipped several times on the road next to them, "I think they caught up with us." the sister duo both shot her a look, "Not helping. Got it." 

The two motorbikes ran side by side, hearing the tank tailing them closely, they took a sharp right turn, down a stone arched alleyway, but unfortunately on the other side was another assassin waiting to follow them. 

They came to a couple of cars, and Natasha cut off the pathway before Rosalie's bike could make it through, "Hey!" she shouted in offense, "Sorry about this," she shot the assassin in the arm so she could cut off the woman. 

Natasha and Yelena's bike hit the half-wall sending them rolling directly into traffic, and Rosalie's soon followed when her tire got shot out. Rosalie moved to her feet, the pain just becoming a dull throb due to all the adrenaline, Yelena pulled a gun on the man who got out to check on them, "Fantastic."

"You can't just steal a guy's car." Natasha scolded, "Hey, you didn't scold Rose for stealing someone's bike," Yelena huffed, "Do you want me to chase him down and un-steal it?" Rosalie climbed into the back seat pulling on a seatbelt, Yelena rose an eyebrow at her, "What? Have you seen Natasha drive?" 

Natasha reversed the car right into the front bumper of the car behind them, "Ok. Anytime now please!" Yelena spoke dramatically, "Shut up." Natasha scolded, the glass shattered as a round of bullets were shot into the window, the car weaved through the many others on the road at the time. 

"This has to be the most chaotic car chase I've been in." Rosalie noted as the car weaved back in forth taking a sharp left turn, "How many car chases have you been in?" Yelena asked, "More than you would think." 

More bullets rang out, Rosalie had ducked just in time as they shattered the back window. "Okay. Got a plan, or shall I just stay duck-and-cover?" Yelena asked looking back behind them, "My plan was to drive us away!" 

"That's dumb." Rosalie spoke just as Yelena said, "That's a shit plan." Natasha exhaled sharply, "Well I don't see either of you doing anything." Yelena reached over turning the wheel sharply and kicking her door open, it crashed into a pole ripping the door off and sending the assassin, flying off her bike. "You're welcome."

The tank flew back around one of the corners behind them sending another car flipping into them, "Oh shit. He's back." Yelena noted, "We're all gonna die." Rosalie nodded looking back at the tank. "Step on it would you Nat? Cause he is definitely gaining on us." 

"No shit Rosalie." Natasha glared through her rear-view mirror, Rosalie turned to look at the fully armored figure that stood up from the tank, pulling out a retractable bow. "Oh, shit." she cursed seeing the arrowhead, "I know that arrowhead, we're about to blow up."

"Put your seatbelt on." Natasha instructed her little sister, "You're such a mom." seconds later there was an explosion from underneath of them, Rosalie blacked out on impact. The car flew back through the air landing atop the tank before continuously rolling the entire way down the subway stairs. 

Natasha crawled out first, pulling out Yelena who was bleeding from her arm, "Natasha, no. I think I'm bleeding." Yelena spoke, "No! Not now, trust me." she spoke stopping Yelena from tending to the wound, Rosalie had regained consciousness only moments ago, "Oh yeah, I'm totally fine. Thanks for asking." she quipped sarcastically, crawling out of the back seat.

Natasha grabbed Yelena's arm leading her through the crowd and Rosalie followed close behind them, they all slid down the railing between the escalators, jumping off into a roll just as the figure's shield flew through the air just barely missing them. 

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Yelena groaned as she pulled the fabric tight around the large gash on her arm, "You ok?" Natasha asked, "Yeah. Great plan. I loved the part where I almost bled to death." Yelena replied dryly, "I second that." Rosalie muttered applying pressure to a gash that ran across her ribs, "Need help?" Natasha asked watching as the brunette struggled to tie off her wound, "I've been tending to my own wounds for years, Natasha. I'm fine." there was a certain bitterness to the woman's tone, which Yelena had immediately picked up on. 

"This is cozy." Yelena spoke looking around, "Clint and I spent two days hiding out up here." Natasha explained, "That must've been fun." Yelena noted looking at the tic-tac-toe games that littered the walls. "Oh, I'm sure he was incredibly annoying. Clint and I spent a week living out of the vents of a subway station when I was eleven." Rosalie spoke, Yelena looked at Natasha in question, "Rosalie is Clint's little sister." 

"Ah, right." Yelena nodded, "Who the hell is that guy?" Natasha asked, looking into space, "One of Dreykov's special projects." the blonde answered, "He can mimic anyone he's ever seen. It's like fighting a mirror." Natasha shook her head, eyes closed tightly, pained, Rosalie wanted to do something to comfort the woman, and she didn't really know why. Natasha had caused her so much pain, yet here she was ready to do anything for her. 

"Dreykov only deploys him for top priority missions." Yelena added, "This doesn't make any sense." Natasha spoke shaking her head, "Well the truth rarely makes sense when you omit key details." Yelena replied, looking over at Natasha. 

Natasha met the blonde's eyes, "What is that supposed to mean?" she asked, "You didn't say one word about Dreykov's daughter. You killed her." Yelena spoke, a certain underlying tone, "I had to." 

"I needed her to lead me to Dreykov." she paused, "Dreykov's daughter was collateral damage. I needed her to be sure." she looked down, "And here you are, not so sure." Yelena spoke, and Natasha sighed, "I needed out."

There was a long pause of silence before Rosalie spoke up to break it, "And I need out of this vent, I think it's safe to go now."