The 3 girls were currently walking up to a gas station. One that wasn't too busy, so they wouldn't be bothered. "The Red Room’s still active. Where is it?" Natasha asked one of the two girls. Sonya shrugged.

"I have no idea. He moves location constantly. And every widow is sedated on entry and exit for maximum security." Yelena answered her while grabbing supplies.

"I’m just finding it hard to believe that he could stay off my radar." She mumbled.

"Well, it’s not smart to attack an Avenger if you want to stay hidden. I mean, the clue is in the name. Dreykov kills you, one of the big ones comes to avenge you." Sonya nodded in agreement while natasha looked confused.

"Wait, what are the big ones?"

"The big ones as in the hulk. Or the man from space." Sonya replied. She hadn't exactly caught up on her Avenger knowledge. She was confused when she heard about a man who called himself a bird because she didn't know if it was true. Or why he called himself a bird.

"Well, I doubt the god from space has to take an ibuprofen after a fight." Yelena stopped for a second. "Where did you think I was all this time?"

Natasha looked down, not wanting to look at her in the eyes. "I thought that you got out and were living a normal life."

"And you just never made contact again?" She pushed.

"Honestly, I thought you didn’t wanna see me." Natasha interrupted her at the end as she washed her hands.

Yelena scoffed. "Bullshit. You just didn’t want your baby sister to tag along, whilst you saved the world with the cool kids."

    "You weren’t really my sister." Natasha told her harshly. Sonya could tell those words had stung Yelena. Hell, it caught her off guard as well.

"And the Avengers aren’t really your family." Yelena and Sonya put their things onto the counter. "Why do you always do that thing?"

"Do what?" Natasha asked.

"The thing you do when you’re fighting. The… Like, the…" Yelena got down and got into a fighting pose on the ground.
"This thing that you do when you whip your hair when you’re fighting with the arm and the hair."

Sonya's eyes widened. "Oh yes, that pose! You do indeed do that pose a lot."

"And you do, like, a fighting pose. It’s a… It’s a fighting pose. You’re a total poser." Yelena spoke while laughing.

"I’m not a poser." Natasha tried to deny.

  "Oh, come on. I mean, they’re great poses, but it does look like you think everyone’s looking at you, like, all the time." Yelena said as she stood up. Sonya mentally agreed with her but she didn't want to show it because Natasha looked extremely annoyed.

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

    "Well, then you were fooling yourself because pain and suffering is every day and we are both still a trained killer. Except I’m not the one that’s on the cover of a magazine. I’m not the killer that little girls call their hero." Yelena told Natasha before she walked out.

Natasha paid for their things as Sonya waited for her.

"You know, all though she's too stubborn to admit it, she's really happy you're here." Sonya told her. Natasha looked at her and gave her a half smile.

"She has a weird way of showing it." Natasha commented. Sonya rolled her shoulders back to help with the pain she felt.

"Well, don't we all? I don't even know how to process my own emotions." She told Natasha, making her empathize with her.

"How long have you been in the red room?" She asked. Sonya took a deep breathe as they caught up with Yelena at a picnic table at a small restaurant."My whole life" She responded.

Natasha went to get the girls drinks as Sonya sat down next to Yelena. She grabbed the granola bar she bought and began to eat it as she watched Yelena start to put alcohol on her wound.

She winced as Yelena groaned with Natasha coming back with 2 beers and a bottled ginger ale.

"That gas, the counteragent, it was synthesized by an older widow from Melina's generation. We was on the mission to retrieve it, and she exposed us." Yelena pointed to Sonya and herself.

"And then I killed the widow that freed us.." Yelena muttered. Sonya shook her head. "No, she would've been okay if it wasn't for me turning the knife." She spoke ashamed of herself.

"Did you two have a choice?" Natasha asked the girls, trying to make them feel better.

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

"They're two completely different things." Sonya added. She felt nervous to actually talk about this, but it felt good for someone other than Yelena to finally know about it.

"You're fully conscious, but you don't know which part is you. I'm still not sure." Yelena told them. Natasha looked at Sonya as if she was asking her if she had felt that way as well. She nodded.

Natasha stood and went to Yelena to wrap her wound. "Is that all there is left?" Natasha asked referring to the vials.

"Yes." Sonya told her.

"It's the only thing that can stop Dreykov and his network of widows." Yelena emphasized as Natasha blew gently on her wound.

"He takes more and more everyday." Sonya said before taking a drink of her ginger ale. "Children who don't have anyone to protect them."

"Just like us when we were small." Yelena commented as Natasha looks up to her. "Maybe one in twenty survives the training, becomes a widow. The rest, he kills."

"To him we are just things. Weapons with no face that he can just throw away because there is always more." Sonya had stopped chiming in because she hated that she to be one of Dreykov’s things. She had zoned out again until Natasha had sat up and went back to the chair she was sitting in.

All 3 looked at the happy kid running towards his father. "You ever look for your parents? You're real ones?" Yelena asked Natasha.

"Well, my mom abandoned me in the street like garbage. What about you?" She asked Yelena. Sonya knew Natasha wasn't going to ask her unless she said it so she stayed quiet.

"They destroyed my birth certificate so I reinvented it. My parents still live in Ohio. My sister moved out west." Natasha smiled, knowing she recreated their fake family.

"Is that right."

"You're a science teacher," Yelena went on. "You're working part time, though, especially after you had your son." Sonya smiled at yelena's imaginary world. It made her happy that she could still make good with what she went through.

"Your husband, he renovates houses." Yelena added. Natasha nodded. "That is not my story." She commented making the widows laugh.

"What is your story?" Sonya asked. Natasha shook her head. "I never let myself be alone long enough to think about it." She replied, shrugging.

Yelena stood up for a second to grab a vest to put on. "Did you ever wish for kids?" She asked before sitting back down. Sonya watched as Natasha looked at the kids with a smile.

"I want a dog." Yelena added. Natasha looked back at them. "Where you two gonna go?" She asked. They looked at each other even though they both knew they had the same answer.

"We don't know." Sonya muttered. Natasha had leaned back in her chair

"I mean, we both don't have a anywhere to go back to, so I guess anywhere." She said. Natasha had a look on her face, a look of mischief. She leaned forward from her chair with her drink.

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

Yelena chucked. "You're going to give me some big hero speech, I can feel it." Sonya nodded, "yeah, it feels like you were saving it for this exact moment."

Natasha shook her head with a smile. "Speeches aren't really my thing."

"Huh." Yelena said. Sonya chuckled, "that was disappointing"

Natasha shrugged. "It was more like invitation." Yelena knew exactly what she meant. "To go to the red room and kill dreykov?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"Even though the red room is impossible to find and dreykov is too slippery to kill?" Sonya asked.

"Yeah."

"That sounds like a shitload of work." Yelena commented.

"Yup." Natasha said before she sighed. Then she smiled and looked up. "Could be fun, though."

"Yup." Yelena impersonated Natasha.

"You in Sonya?" Natasha asked the girl. She smiled slightly. "If it means I can try to finally have a normal life, I'm in." She said.

Natasha smiled at her as she innocently put her head on top of her bottle. "I saw where he put his keys." Sonya smiled. "So did I."

"Top drawer, green cabinet." Yelena told them. They all clicked their glasses.

Soon Natasha retrieved the keys and they all swiftly left the small restaurant and were on the road to visit Natasha's friend. Sonya tried to stay awake but the drowsiness had hit her and she soon fell asleep, curled up in the backseat.