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05. London

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  AFTER EXPLAINING THEIR SITUATION, Rosalie, Yelena, and Irina all sat in tense silence as Melina and Alexei took in what they had just said. Melina's face was straight and serious while you could practically see the gears turning in Alexei's head. Yelena coughed, grabbing their attention. "So..?" She raised her brows, looking between them.

Melina slowly cleared her throat. "We...will help," She placed her hand over Alexei's. "Have you thought about leaving the country?"

Rosalie nodded. "Of course. But there are only so many places we can go that Wyatt won't follow and most of those places wouldn't be very fond of us,"

"Yes...quite the predicament," Melina nodded, eyebrows knitted in deep thought. "You girls rest. Alexei and I will come up with a plan, make a few calls."

Nodding, the girls stood from their seats and headed to the one bedroom. Yelena shut the doors behind them and sighed deeply. "You alright?" Rosalie asked, concerned.

"Yeah..." The blonde breathed out. "We just can't seem to catch a break," She chuckled dryly.

"I'm sorry I brought you both into this mess," Rosalie wrapped her arms around her torso.

"Don't apologize," Irina spoke as she sat on the window bench. "None of this is your fault."

Rosalie opened her mouth to protest but Yelena raised her hand. "Nope. She is right," She took Rosalie by the arm and led her to the bed, where she softly pushed her down. "You need to rest. Irina and I will keep watch."

As Rosalie maneuvered the bed to get comfortable, she shook her head. "No, you guys need rest, too. Melina and Alexei are right outside. I'm sure you don't need to keep watch," For such a small room, the bed was massive — most likely to hold Alexei's large form. "Come. There's room for all of us. Rosalie moved to the very edge of the bed and patted next to her.

Irina and Yelena shared a look before shrugging and joining Rosalie. There was more than enough space for the small women to all fit comfortable and it didn't take long for them to fall asleep after the long day they had just had.










Their wake-up call was less than pleasant. Loud clapping, stomping, and singing startled the three women and as they all jumped for their weapons, there was a yell. "Ladies! It's just me!" It was Alexei. He held his hands up in surrender as he looked at each of them with wide eyes. Yelena and Rosalie both held their guns while Irina was ready to throw her knife.

"Dad!" Yelena gasped and then groaned. "You should know better," She huffed, tossing her gun onto the bed. Rosalie did the same and Irina pocketed the knife.

"Sorry, girls," Alexei chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. Rosalie noticed that he was no longer in his Red Guardian suit, but in regular street clothes. She was surprised they made jeans that large. "We have plan." He led them back to the living area where Melina stood over the table, rummaging through three black duffel bags.

"What is the plan?" Rosalie asked as she approached the older woman.

"We have set up a meeting in London, England with Natasha," Melina said without turning around.

"Natasha? As in Black Widow?" Rosalie felt like she was dreaming. "Someone pinch me."

Yelena did — hard. She rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me your a fan of my sister." Rosalie almost forgot about the Widows relationship.

Rosalie quickly shook her head and shrugged it off. "No...no, I'm not. Definitely not," She coughed. Yelena crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head.

"Sure..." She said, clearly unconvinced. And who was Rosalie kidding? She didn't even convince herself. "How will we get to London when the CIA is looking for us?" Yelena turned back to the issue at hand.

"Simple," Melina turned around, smiling. In her hands were multiple wigs. "Disguises!"

Smirking, Rosalie cocked a brow as she looked at Yelena, who simply shook her head. They got to work with their disguises and Rosalie had to admit, it was pretty fun. Even Alexei was enjoying himself, picking out different coloured wigs and clothing, even though he would not be the one wearing them. In the end, the three girls looked entirely different. Yelena's hair was a muted and muddy brown, Rosalie's hair was soft strawberry-blonde, and Irina had long, flowing black hair that stopped just above her tailbone. "You look amazing!" Rosalie complimented as Irina spun, showing off her new clothes and hair.

"Thank you, thank you," Irina joked as she bowed humbly.

"Red hair really suits you, Rosie," Yelena commented as adjusted her blazer.

"It's strawberry-blonde," Rosalie corrected. "And I know!" She flaunted, brushing her hair over her shoulders. "I haven't had hair this long in ages,"

"Okay, okay, girls!" Melina clapped as she came back into the room with more duffel bags. "Back to business. Everyone take a mask,"

Each girl stuck their hand in a bag, pulling out a thin, flimsy, and blue tinted face mask. "What's this?" Rosalie asked.

Melina chuckled. "I thought the CIA had loads of these! They're very thin mask that change your complexion to that of some one else. It can even mimic voices."

Rosalie's jaw fully dropped. "You're kidding!"

"It's cute how excited she gets," Irina whispered rather loudly to Yelena. Rosalie's cheeks heated up.

"At the train station, you girls will put these on in the restrooms before you get on," Melina explained. "Choose someone in there with you but be sure they don't spot you!"

"And what will you do?" Yelena asked. Rosalie could hear the nervousness in her voice.

Melina walked over to Yelena, placing her hand on her cheek. Yelena sighed, leaning into the touch. "We will keep them off of your scent as long as possible. We will catch up to you soon, do not worry, darling."

Yelena nodded and sighed deeply. "Your train leaves within the hour," Alexei spoke up. "Take a bag. All are filled with essentials — water, food, phones, guns," He smirked at the last word.

"Thank you Melina, Alexei. Really. It means so much," Rosalie frowned as she thanked them. She had this constant pit of guilt in her stomach, knowing now she had not only dragged Yelena and Irina into her mess, but now Melina and Alexei as well.

Melina shook her head, grasping Rosalie's hands tightly. "It is our pleasure," She persisted. "Now go. Natasha will meet you outside of Kings Cross."









   It was weird to see Yelena and Irina with not only different hair, but different faces and voices as well. Rosalie stared at the three of them in amazement in the restroom mirror. "Holy shit..." She gasped, touched her face ever so lightly.

"It is amazing, no?" Yelena smirked, bumping Rosalie with her hip playfully.

Rosalie coughed, suddenly flustered. "It's cool, I guess," She shrugged and adjusted her backpack. "We should uh...get going."

Yelena nodded, frowning slightly. "Yes. Ready Irina?" She called to the woman who was readjusting her wig.

"Yes, yes! All ready," She turned, still picking at the stray strands of hair.

They walked out together, careful of their surroundings and making sure Wyatt or his men weren't around. When the coast was clear enough, they moved forward, not stopping until they got on the train. Rosalie gripped her seat tightly, eyes darting around rapidly. "Calm down, Rosie," Yelena soothed quietly. "He is not here."

"Maybe...but someone could be watching," She huffed, eyeing out the window at the bustling station.

"We look completely different. He won't know it's us," Irina piped up, momentarily looking away from the magazine she had grabbed.

Rosalie huffed once more, curling her body towards the window. "Just...wake me up when we get to our connecting stop." She would have preferred if the train went directly from St. Petersburg to London but sadly, they had to make one stop before getting to Kings Cross, making it all the more possible and easier for Wyatt to grab them. She shut her eyes, but Rosalie didn't sleep. The constant buzz of nerves kept her awake.

She was tense as they walked through the second train station but when they sat safely on the train, her nerves somewhat subsided. "See?" Yelena said as the train began pulling out of the station. "Nothing to be worried about."

"Yeah..." Rosalie nodded, sighing shakily. Yelena said that, but she didn't know Wyatt like Rosalie did. She didn't know who ruthless and dedicated that man was, and whether or not his mission to kill Rosalie came from the higher ups, or it was just him getting rid of a pest, he would preform his job to perfection. That is what terrified Rosalie.







It was late when they arrived at King's across Station. Rosalie was thankful because that meant fewer people. As they filed off the train, she looked around at the large station. "Do you know where Natasha is meeting us?"

"I think I have an idea," Yelena pointed ahead, where leaning against a pillar was a blonde woman.

"I thought she was a redhead?" Rosalie tilted her head as they began to approach the woman.

"Well, you're not the only one on the run," Natasha called once they were in earshot. Rosalie noticed how the station suddenly became empty — it unnerved her. Yelena rushed forward and the two hugged tightly. "Hi," Natasha smiled as she closed her eyes.

"I missed you," Rosalie could just make out what Yelena said as her face was pressed into Natasha's shoulder. They pulled back and Yelena turned to the other two women standing behind her. "Sister, this is Irina and Rosalie."

"It's great to meet you!" Rosalie blurted out before she could stop herself. Her eyes widened as she clasped a hand to her mouth.

Yelena giggled. "She's a fan."

Natasha smiled kindly. "It's great to meet you too," She stepped forward and placed a hand on Rosalie's shoulder. "Yelena has told me a lot about you."

"Oh, really?" Rosalie suddenly became skeptical. She looked past Natasha and raised a brow at Yelena, who smirked with a small shrug. "I heard," She focused back on Natasha. "That you can help us?"

Natasha nodded, removing her hand from Rosalie's shoulder. "Yeah, me and a few friends."

Yelena's eyes widened. "The Avengers?" She gasped hopefully.

Natasha chuckled. "What's left of them, anyway."

AUTHORS NOTE
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