IT SEEMED LIKE an eternity of crawling away for (Y/N), since it took forever to find the exit of the vent. Once her eyes caught the sight of it, she kicked it open, catching a guard's attention.

Melina and (Y/N) stepped out of the vent and knocked the guard without any effort, kicking him in the stomach and crashing his head against the wall before he dropped to the ground.

Melina picked up the guard's dropped gun out of the floor and raised it in the air, and (Y/N) noticed how many other guards were making their way toward them ir a defensive stance.

"She's got a gun," they talked in Russian.

Melina and (Y/N) backed away to the center of the catwalk as the guards surrounded them.

"Zolohov, Melina!" a guard yelled in Russian. "Stop right there."

(Y/N) raised her arms innocently in the air, showing no sign of fighting anyone as she looked over to Melina with a slight smirk.

"Drop to the ground," the guards ordered.

"Precisely what I was thinking, aren't they nice, (Y/N)?" Melina said innocently.

"Of course!" (Y/N) answered.

Melina fired the gun into the air, aiming it toward the engine. The engine exploded completely, causing the guards to scream as they fell to the ground.

(Y/N) raised her fist and used her rope cable to help her and Melina stay out of danger from the fallen engine. Once they were out of danger, Melina and (Y/N) walked away from the scene as they tried to contact Yelena about the situation.

"Yelena, slight change of plan. I completely demolished one of the engines and we are going into a controlled crash," Melina told her over the comms.

"Fantastic," Yelena said. "I'm heading to the widows now."

"What do we do now?" (Y/N) asked Melina.

"I'll go for Alexei. You need to find Yelena and Natasha," Melina replied. "Go!"

(Y/N) nodded and jogged away, running through the halls of the Red Room and hoping to find Yelena or Natasha as soon as possible. Explosions shook the ground and she tried to keep her balance, getting frustrated as she got lost in the halls until a blow on the side of her head pushed her down.

(Y/N) hit the floor with a thud and she felt her head throbbing from the pain, opening her eyes to see who had done it, she realized it was the same figure that had attacked her before: The Taskmaster.

"You again," she tried to regain her confidence and stood from the floor, panting and raising her arms in a fighting stance.

The Taskmaster aimed another punch at her stomach and she dodged it in time before grabbing their arm and pulling it closer to her as she twisted it to cause a reaction. (Y/N) brought them closer and managed to elbow them in the chest and roundhouse kicking them.

The Taskmaster didn't waste no time in standing up to their feet once again and aim another punch and kick at her, which she didn't have time to block and pushed her down to the floor.

(Y/N) saw the Taskmaster approaching her in a slow pace and look down at her, but she grabbed a hold of the arm one more time, grabbed them by the mask and used all the strength in her body to pull them over her shoulder.

The impact of the fall caused the mask of the Taskmaster to crash on the side, revealing the skin and face of the person behind the suit. They took their time to turn around to face her, but when they did, (Y/N) froze in her spot.

They were the same eyes from before, though the left one was a pale color and they were lifeless. The exact same complexion of the face and hair color. The only thing that was different was the horrifying scars crossed all over her face, but (Y/N) recognized her.

"Antonia Dreykov," (Y/N) muttered under her breath, and this seemed to enrage the girl even further.

Antonia picked the helmet from the floor and placed it on her head without a word as she charged at (Y/N) one more time, this time with much more anger and less pauses than before.

"Antonia, please!" (Y/N) yelled out and didn't get the chance to stop the hands grabbing her hair and crashing her head against the floor. "Please, forgive me — "

Another hit against the floor and blood dripped from the side of (Y/N)'s head and nose, but she didn't stop crying out, hoping that the girl will crack. "We can stop him if you help me!"

"Antonia!"

Another voice cut through the air before she could scream another plead. "(Y/N)!"

"Yelena!" (Y/N) wanted to act relieved but wasn't able to since Antonia's hands were still tugging on her hair and pressing her against the floor.

Yelena came into view quickly and her eyes widened when she took in the situation, running into the scene as she tried to remove the weight out of (Y/N)'s body.

Antonia was thrown into the floor with Yelena's strength filled with rage after she noticed the damage that was done on (Y/N). As Antonia got up to her feet, Yelena rushed to (Y/N) and helped her up, and the latter wiped the blood out of her nose.

"You okay?" Yelena copied her words from two days prior.

Noticing this, (Y/N) tried to give her a smile. "Yeah, let's go."

Antonia got to her feet with a jump but didn't attack the two again, instead, she rushed out of the scene without a trace as the entire Red Room shook and the explosions got louder.

"We have to get to the widows," Yelena said.

(Y/N) nodded and they both rushed through the halls and searched for Dreykov's office in a hurry, until they heard the noises of grunts and groaning coming from a few feet away.

Inside the room was Natasha, fighting against the widows in the office as she tried in not harming or maiming them. Yelena wasted no time in grabbing the stack of the capsules in her hand before throwing them inside the room.

(Y/N) saw  how a red powder fell on top of all the widows, which were surrounding and holding Natasha down before all of them froze and immediately cowered back and let go.

Yelena and (Y/N) didn't need to say a word when they locked eyes and walked forward to help Natasha up to her feet.

"Hey," (Y/N) said softly as grabbed Natasha's arm with Yelena's help. "It's okay. You're alright."

"That looks like it hurts," Yelena continued. "Okay. I take out on three, ready?"

"Hold onto my hand," (Y/N) reassured.

Natasha nodded as Yelena took out the needle that was stuck on Natasha's arm. With a sharp grunt escaping her throat, she turned over to Yelena with a pained look.

"I'm sorry," Yelena said sheepishly.

"What do we do now?" A widow said in Finnish.

"Get as far away from here as possible," Natasha replied. "You get to make your own choices now."

The widows nodded as an explosion shook the entire Red Room, alarming all of them.

"We need to get out. Now." (Y/N) said.

Everyone nodded.

"We need to find Dreykov. Are you coming?" Yelena told Natasha.

"I'm right behind you," Natasha nodded.

With that being said, (Y/N), Yelena and the widows all ran away from the room, leaving Natasha behind.

(Y/N) lead all the widows to a jet, trying to get them safely as soon as possible with Yelena's help. After they made sure they left, (Y/N) ran behind Dreykov, holding tightly to Yelena's hand.

They ran away from the explosions behind them, careful not to be thrown to the side by one when they caught eye of the plane Dreykov was boarding.

Yelena pushed (Y/N) to the side as she used her rope cable to climb to the wing of the plane. This made (Y/N)'s eyes widen in terror.

"Yelena!" (Y/N)'s voice was drowned by Natasha's, who ran up behind her.

"Don't do it!" Natasha yelled at her.

"This was fun!" Yelena exclaimed as she locked eyes with them.

"No! Stop!" (Y/N) screamed.

Yelena grunted as she raised her batons in the air and placing them in the wing, causing the plane to explode instantly, throwing Yelena backwards from the impact.

"No, no, no!" (Y/N) shouted as she ran up to the edge, not caring if she didn't have a parachute with her, she wanted to save Yelena.

Natasha didn't hesitate to follow right behind her, grabbing a spare parachute from the ground before jumping into the air.

(Y/N) was falling forward toward the ground, but that didn't matter, she kept searching for Yelena's form throughout the destroyed pieces of the Red Room.

(Y/N) caught sight of Yelena's form a few feet away before her body collided right with hers, causing them both to grunt as (Y/N) held on tightly on her.

Before either of them noticed, another body collided into them, and Natasha didn't waste no time in strapping the parachute to Yelena's body and making sure (Y/N) was holding onto her.

The three of them held onto each other as they started to descend slowly to the ground. Natasha locked eyes with both of them before she noticed someone coming her way. Without a second thought, she let go of them and fell back into the air, making (Y/N)'s eyes widen.

Yelena and (Y/N) couldn't do anything as they slowly fell to the ground, which was filled with the remains of the Red Room. (Y/N) felt anxious to know if everyone else had made it out safely.

Once she felt her feet touch the ground, she looked over to Yelena to find her laying on the ground with closed eyes, making her panic.

"(Y/N)! Yelena!" a voice called from the distance.

"Natasha!" (Y/N) yelled back.

(Y/N) tried in calling Yelena's name softly in order to get her to open her eyes, but neither of her attempts succeeded. Natasha ran up to her with tearful eyes.

Natasha kneeled down beside (Y/N), cradling Yelena's head as she felt her eyes sting.

"Yelena?" Natasha asked.

Yelena opened her eyes slowly as her lips formed into a smile. "We're all upside down."

She groaned as she sat up from the ground with (Y/N) and Natasha's help, who both looked extremely relieved.

"Forgive me, little sisters," Natasha spoke in Russian. "I should've protected you. It was real for me, too."

Natasha wrapped her arms around (Y/N) and Yelena, pulling them close to her in a hug. Tears swelled in (Y/N)'s eyes as she registered the words coming out from Natasha's mouth. She finally had her two sisters together.

Natasha pulled away when they all heard the sound of Melina's grunts from far away, so they stood up from the ground and met up Melina was holding onto Alexei for balance.

"Everybody good?" Natasha asked.

"I am clearly injured," Melina replied.

"You got something to say?" Natasha turned to Alexei.

"I'd just mess it up," Alexei said.

He raised his hand and Natasha grabbed it, a silent way of telling her that he regretted all the things he had said.

The sound of vehicles approaching broke the moment between them, and (Y/N) couldn't help but groan and roll her eyes at what it meant.

"Do we really have to face him?" (Y/N) asked Natasha, who chuckled.

"So, what's out plan?" Melina questioned.

"You guys go. (Y/N) and I'll stay," Natasha said.

"That's insanity. We fight. We fight with you." Alexei argued.

"We'll hold them off," (Y/N) said.

"We fight better together — " Alexei started.

"Se can't split up. You're so pigheaded — " Melina continued.

"You guys, go." Natasha finished.

"Oh, my god." Yelena complained.

"Besides, if it can work out with the five of us, you know, there may be some hope for the Avengers. Little bit." Natasha explained.

"Okay, we'll, if you're leaving, then I guess you should take this," Yelena said as she took off her vest. "I know how much you both like it."

"Shucks," Natasha said. "It does have a lot of pockets."

"Very handy pockets, yeah." Yelena nodded.

"What are we supposed to do, split it in half?" teased (Y/N).

Yelena snorted. "You can take turns on wearing it. Maybe they'll be a time when I take you to buy your own."

(Y/N) nodded.

Natasha turned to Yelena. "He had widows implanted all over the world," she handed her the last red capsule with the gas. "Melina will need to copy the formula, but you should be the one to tell 'em it's over."

A jet landed nearby them, which caused all of them to look over at it to see all the widows from before walking out of it. Yelena walked up to them without a second thought.

"Hey," Melina turned to (Y/N) and Natasha. "You take care of each other, okay?"

"Don't worry," Natasha reassured. "I'll make sure she doesn't do anything stupid."

"Oh, please," (Y/N) scoffed.

"And (Y/N)," Alexei turned to her. "Say hello to your boyfriend for me, would you?"

"Shut up," (Y/N) smiled.

He smiled back before he and Melina walked away to the widows, getting all of them back into the jet.

(Y/N) and Natasha shared a glance before they heard a long note whistle coming from far away. Knowing exactly who it was, they both answered back as always.

The jet's engine roared to life as it got lifted from the ground, making the sisters look over at it with a sad smile as they saw their family fly away.

Not a moment later, the sound of sirens approaching came into their ears, and (Y/N) looked over at Natasha with a challenging smile, knowing who was coming for them.

"Let's go, together," Natasha smiled at (Y/N),

Both of them held onto their hands tightly, anxious to meet again with the person that was approaching them. (Y/N) didn't have anything to worry about, after all, she was with her sister.