THE SISTERS DROVE down the highway in the car they borrowed from the unattended garage. Yelena sat in the passenger's seat and looked down at her vest. She honestly loved it.

"You know, this is the first piece of clothing I've ever bought for myself." Yelena told Natasha.

Her sister glanced over at her clothing. "That?"

"Yeah. You don't like it?"

"Is that like a... Is it army surplus, or..."

"Okay, it has a lot of pockets."

Natasha let out a chuckle. Yelena continued praising her vest.

"But I use them all the time, and I made some of my own modifications."

"Oh, yeah?" Natasha laughed.

"Whatever. Shut up." Yelena shot back. "The point is, I've never...I've never had control over my own life before, and now I do. I want to do things."

The redhead paused for a moment. "I like your vest."

The blonde smiled. "I knew it. I knew you did. It's so cool, right?"

"It's good. Yes. I like it."

"And you can put so much stuff in there. You wouldn't even know." She replied, then sighed. There was a moment of silence before she spoke again. "I really don't know where the Red Room is, though. I'm sorry."

"I know. But I think I know somebody who does." Natasha said.

"Oh, yeah? Who?"

She continued chewing her gum. "We're gonna need a jet.

• • •

AN OLD RUSTY helicopter rested in the middle of the grassy plains. Natasha and Yelena walked up to it, seeing Rick Mason exiting the aircraft.

"I said we needed a jet." Natasha called out.

"Yeah, you know what you didn't give me? Time. Or money. I'm not made of jets." Rick replied.

"I thought you were supposed to be the best. Like a real pro." Yelena said.

Rick furrowed his brow and looked at the blonde assassin. "Oh, I beg your pardon, tsarina. Was the free flat and lifetime supply of kissel not to your liking?"

Yelena scoffed. "Ha!"

"Don't let her wind you up." Natasha told him.

"No, I take exception to impugning my professionalism."

Natasha paced around the helicopter and started checking it out. "Well, you did set me up with a generator that crapped out after six hours."

"You, too, huh?" Rick scoffed then looked at Yelena. "Tag team."

"Aw, he's sensitive. I see why you keep him around." The blonde replied and walked up to the front of the aircraft.

Natasha walked back to Rick. "Where's the rest?"

Mason took out a bag from inside the helicopter and plopped it onto the floor. He opened it up for the sisters to see. "Voilà."

"Ooh." Yelena bent down and took out a snack.

"Oh, I stashed that, like, five years ago." Natasha informed her.

Yelena took a bite out of the bar and started to chew it.

"How is it?"

"It's dry." She answered as she chewed. "It's really dry." Yelena then entered the helicopter.

Natasha looked through the gear in the bag, which included a white-snowsuit version of a Widow uniform. She zipped it up and carried the bag.

"You know, you're getting dangerously close to running out your tab." Rick said. "Supplies I can tally, but you bring me attention from the authorities, all my prices go up."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked.

"Your mate, Secretary Ross, has been sniffing around my affairs to the point at which I've got contacts declining my calls." He explained. "I'm a private contractor."

"You are sensitive." Natasha said with a fake pout.

Rick scoffed. "You're a very annoying individual."

"I'll make it up to you." She said as she started entering the helicopter.

"Mmm-hmm. That's what you say every time." He replied. "If you were still single that'd actually mean something."

She looked back. "Aw. What? Do you want Freedom Fighter's autograph? Maybe Captain America's? You always said you liked superheroes."

"Get out of here." Rick said with a chuckle, then shut the sliding door of the aircraft.

• • •

ALEXEI TOOK HIS package from the sneering prison guards and sat down on the bench nearby. He looked up, seeing them through the glass eating the food his fans would send him and laughing. He grumbled and started opening the box in his hand.

It was a toy of himself, the Red Guardian. He smiled, recalling his glory days as the red-suited super-soldier. He pressed the button, and the figure let out a trumpet fanfare along with Russian lines that he did not remember voicing. Still, it brought yet another smile to his face.

Suddenly, the voice began to distort and the head popped off. He quickly caught it, then noticed a device within it. He looked around before taking the earpiece and placing it into his ear.

"Today is your lucky day, Alexei." Natasha spoke through the radio. "Move to the door on the south wall."

The door beside the booth where the guards sat opened. Alexei smirked as he walked up to the booth, he wasn't going to leave without having a little bit of fun.

"Что с тобой случилось? (What's up with you?)" One of the guards asked.

"Ты не умеешь читать? (Can't you read?)" The other added.

Alexei broke through the window intercom and grabbed the guard before pulling him out through the glass.

He then grabbed the second guard and slammed his face into the grate, knocking him out. From there, he ran through the open door.

"Go left. Just don't make a scene." Natasha instructed.

Alexei continued walking and one of the doors opened. He slipped through but the inmates and several guards noticed.

"The Red Guardian is escaping!"

The prisoners clamored towards the door along with incoming guards. Alexei charged through and took one of them down before impaling a riot shield in-between the door handles. He continued running.

"You made a scene, didn't you?"

Alexei kicked down a door and ran into the snow-covered prison yard. He stopped in the middle of it and caught his breath. "What now?"

"We're gettin' you outta here."

Their helicopter whirred above and Alexei looked up toward it. He let out a laugh as he was close to escaping.

Inmates suddenly ran into the courtyard too. Prison guards stood on the walkways above with guns drawn to eliminate the rioters. The alarms began to sound.

"Go to the upper level. Move your ass, super soldier."

Alexei ran through the clamoring inmates and made it to a wall. He leaped and climbed up pipes using his super-soldier agility to make it to the railing. But a prison guard ran up to Alexei and tased him with his baton before he can fully climb up. Red Guardian let go of the railing and fell to the floor.

In the helicopter, Yelena looked through the window and witnessed her father's failure. "He's never going to make it."

"Get me closer." Natasha demanded. She was going to have to go down there and help.

Yelena looked at her and raised a brow. Natasha shrugged. "You got a better idea?"

Below, Alexei groaned as he opened his eyes and looked up at the descending helicopter. The doors opened and he saw a white-suited redhead rappel out of it.

"Natasha..."

Black Widow swung down from the rope and landed onto the walkway where the prison guards stood.

Yelena looked out the window and scoffed. "Such a poser."

Natasha kicked one of them off the walkway before engaging the rest. More gunmen on the towers and walkways started to shoot at the helicopter Yelena was piloting. She flew downwards to evade the gunfire, and Natasha had to duck to avoid the tail of the aircraft.

"Seriously?" She shouted.

"Whoo! Sorry!" Yelena apologized.

Natasha looked up and saw Yelena through the window. "What are you doing? Are you kidding me? Back up!"

All her sister could do was smile and give a thumbs up since she couldn't hear her. "We're both doing a really good job."

Yelena flew up but a machine gun from a guard tower shot in her direction. Bullets came through the walls of the helicopter and the blonde looked back. "No. Okay. Enough of this."

She left the cockpit and picked up a grenade launcher. She opened up the door and knelt to aim at the tower. She shot the projectile, and the gunman had no time to react as the top of the tower exploded.

"Ha!" Yelena exclaimed.

Suddenly, there was distant rumbling coming from the snowy mountains that got the attention of both Natasha and the prison guards. Yelena settled back into the cockpit, but turned toward the window and saw where the noise was coming from.

"Whoa..."

Snow dropped down from the mountains and a huge avalanche started coming toward the prison. Yelena chuckled.

"This would be a cool way to die."

"Tell me that's a good sign for us!" Alexei spoke through the radio.

Natasha looked down toward the yard at him. "Move your ass!"

Inmates clamored back inside but Alexei ran the other way and climbed up the gates toward the upper level. Natasha looked back up at Yelena in the helicopter.

"Get us outta here!"

Natasha jumped off the walkway and grabbed onto the rope. Yelena maneuvered the helicopter through the yard and circled back around toward the climbing Alexei. The avalanche had already made it to the prison and was about to engulf it all.

The redhead swung toward Alexei and grabbed the man's arm. The chopper continued flying and pulled the two upward out of the incoming barrage of snow.

"Yes!" Yelena celebrated.

The two climbed into the cabin of the aircraft and caught their breaths. Natasha coughed and sat back down in the cockpit with Yelena. Alexei laughed before sticking his head out of the door and shouting in Russian.

"Прощай, бездельники! (Farewell, douchebags!)"

He shut the door and chuckled. "Oh, that was exciting." He looked at the two sisters. "Oh, I'm so proud of you girls."

They didn't respond. Alexei leaned into the cockpit and noticed they had their headsets on.

"Oh, you can't hear me, huh?" He laughed. "Okay."

Alexei picked up one of the headsets and put it on. "Ah...Wow."

Yelena immediately swung her arm backward and hit Alexei in the face. He cursed in Russian and held his nose.

"Okay." He groaned. "Why the aggression, huh? Is it your time of the month?"

"I don't get my period, dipshit." Yelena shot back. "My body doesn't let me."

"None of ours do." Natasha chimed in.

"Yeah." Yelena looked back at Alexei. "That's what happens when the Red Room drugs you up on your seventeenth birthday. They just strap you down and an inject you with whatever concoction they made up and leave you there...as your veins burn and your blood feels like it's reaching 400 degrees while your head pounds amidst-"

"Okay, okay. Okay! Okay!" Alexei stepped back and sat down. "You don't have to get all scary."

"Oh, I was going to talk about the temporary suffocating feeling, but okay."

"No." He sighed and stayed quiet for a moment. "It means so much to me that you came back for me."

Natasha shook her head. "No. No. You're gonna tell us how to get to the Red Room."

"Huh. Whoa, look at you, huh? All business." He replied.

"Trust me, this isn't pleasure."

"Little Natasha, all indoctrinated into the Western agenda."

"I chose to go west to become an Avenger. 'Cause they treated me like family."

"Really? Family?" Alexei asked. "Well, where are they now? Where is that family now?"

She ignored his taunt. "Tell me where the Red Room is."

"I have no idea."

Yelena scoffed and Natasha took off her headset. She went to the back and knocked off Alexei's headset before sitting down across from him.

"Come on. You and Dreykov were like—"

"Dreykov?"

"Yeah."

Alexei scoffed. "General Dreykov, my friend, huh? Gives me glory..." He sat back against the wall. "Soviet Union's first and only super-soldier. I could have been more famous than Captain America. Then he buries me in Ohio on that stupid mission."

Yelena looked back after his statement. Alexei kept ranting.

"Three years! So tedious, boring me to tears." He turned to Yelena. "No offense, huh?"

The blonde didn't reply and turned back around.

The super soldier continued. "Then he puts me in prison for the rest of my life. Why, huh? Why? Why would he put me in...You know why? 'Cause maybe I want to talk about the withering of the state. Or maybe I don't like his hair or something and I say something casually about that. Maybe, you know, I want the Party to feel actually like a party instead of this sourpuss organization. But instead, no. He puts me in prison for the rest of my life. He just runs off and hides, huh?" He sighed and glanced at Natasha. "I'm not even the one who, uh, you know...I'm not the one who killed his daughter."

Yelena rolled her eyes and called out to her sister. "Can we throw him out the window now?"

"I think we should wait till we get to a higher altitude." She replied.

"All right."

"Почему бы не спросить Мелину, где это? (Why not ask Melina where it is?)" Alexei brought up.

"Wait, Mom Melina?" Yelena asked in a surprised tone.

"We thought she was dead." Natasha added.

Alexei scoffed and smirked. "You cannot kill a fox that swift."

"Ew."

"What? She was the scientist, the strategist. I was the muscle. She worked directly for Dreykov far more than I ever did."

"Wait. Are you telling me that Melina is working for the Red Room present day?" The redhead asked.

"She works remotely outside St. Petersburg." He answered.

"Uh..." Yelena scoffed and looked at the meter. "I don't think we have enough fuel for St. Petersburg."

"No, we're good. We'll make it." Alexei rebutted.

Yelena nodded, but didn't believe so. "Okay."

The helicopter ran out of fuel and crash-landed in a field. Natasha and Yelena exited the aircraft with Alexei following.

"You should've brought the Avengers' superjet." He remarked.

Natasha sighed and started walking. Yelena was beside her.

"I swear, if I hear one more word from him, I will kick him in the face." The blonde said.

"He's the worst." She replied.

"Natasha." The man called out. "Natasha. Natasha. Come here, I want to ask you something. Come, it's important."

Natasha slowed down and Alexei caught up with her. They started walking together.

"What?" She asked.

Alexei put his hands into his pockets. "Did he talk to you about me?"

"What?"

"Did he talk to you about me? You know, trading war stories?"

"Who? What are you talking about?"

"Captain America." He stated as he gritted his teeth. "My great adversary in this theater of geopolitical conflict. Not so much a nemesis. More like a contemporary, you know? Coequal. I always thought there was a great deal of mutual respect." He continued rambling. "You know, if I had a son too I would expect him to go up against the Lieutenant. The...uh...Crimson Protector versus Freedom Fighter..."

Natasha stopped. "Wait. You haven't seen either one of us in 20 years and you're gonna ask me about you?"

"What is with this tension?" Alexei paced around. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Is that a serious question?" Yelena asked as she turned around.

"I only ever loved you girls. I did my best to make sure you would succeed to achieve your fullest potential, and everything worked out."

"Everything worked out?" Natasha replied.

"Yes. For you, yes. We accomplished our mission in Ohio." He walked up to the blonde. "Yelena, you went on to become the greatest child assassin the world has ever known. No one can match your efficiency, your ruthlessness." He then faced her sister. "And Natasha, not just a spy, not just toppling regimes, destroying empires from within, but an Avenger."

He let out a laugh and continued. "Not just that, but also using your power and seduction to seize the heart of the Captain's son. Like a true Widow!" He then grabbed both Yelena's and Natasha's hands.

"You both have killed so many people. Your ledgers must be dripping, just gushing red." He pulled his daughters in for a hug. "I couldn't be more proud of you."

Natasha scoffed and pulled away from the embrace before walking away. Yelena kept hugging him for a moment but decided to pull away as well.

"Okay. You can... No. Let go of me now. You smell really bad."

• • •

THE WIDOWS AND THE RED GUARDIAN arrived at the homestead. Through the fence, they spotted a familiar-looking woman grasping a sniper rifle. Alexei smiled at the sight of Melina. She looked at Natasha and Yelena with a surprised look.

"Honey, we're home." Alexei said.

Melina didn't say anything and walked through the gate and down the dirt path. Alexei looked back at his daughters. "Come on, girls."

Melina lead them into her house and walked down the hallway. "Welcome to my humble abode. Make yourself at home. Let's have a drink."

She opened up the secret door to her armory and walked inside. Natasha stood behind her.

"Hey, no funny business." She spoke.

"I am putting away my weapon." Melina replied as she did so.

Natasha walked around the room and into the kitchen. Melina followed. "Are there any booby traps around here? Anything we need to know about?"

"I didn't raise my girls to fall in traps." She answered.

"You didn't raise us at all."

"Oh, maybe so. But if you got soft, it wasn't on my watch."

They walked back into the living room and sat at the table. They waited for Alexei, who was in the bathroom. Grunts and straining were heard, but they paid no mind to it.

"Let's drink." Melina said and unscrewed the cap off a bottle.

The bathroom door opened and Alexei walked out. He cleared his throat and got the attention of the women. They looked back and saw him in his Red Guardian outfit.

"Still fits." He said with a smile.

Melina whistled and started to applaud. Yelena rolled her eyes.

"Oh, my God."

Alexei laughed and was very happy to be wearing the suit once again.

"I never washed it once." Melina remarked. "Come and drink."

Alexei sat at the table, in the usual spot he would sit at during their undercover operation as a family. He took off his helmet and placed it on the floor.

"Family back together again." He smiled.

"Seeing as our family construct was just a calculated ruse that only lasted three years, I don't think that we can use this term anymore, can we?" Melina asked.

"Agreed." Natasha said. "So, here's what's gonna happen—"

"Okay. A reunion then, huh?" Alexei leaned over the table and grabbed a bowl of fruit. "And, uh...I want to say something right off the bat." He looked at Melina. "You haven't aged a day, huh? You're just as beautiful and as supple as the day they staged our marriage."

Red Guardian's sultry tone made the sisters cringe. Natasha downed a shot of alcohol.

"You got fat." The older Widow replied. "But still good."

He let out a chuckle. "I just got out of prison. I, uh...I have a lot of energy."

"Oh!"

"Please don't do that." Natasha shook her head. "So, here's what's gonna happen..."

"Natasha, don't slouch." Melina scolded.

"I'm not slouching."

"Yes, yes, you are."

"I don't slouch."

"You're going to get a back hunch."

Alexei turned to Natasha. "Listen to your mother."

"Oh, my God, this—"

He straightened himself up so his daughter could replicate. "Up, up."

"All right, enough. All of you." Natasha raised her voice.

Yelena sat there in bewilderment. "I didn't say anything. That's not fair."

"Here's what's gonna happen..." Natasha tried again.

Melina put food down on Yelena's plate but the blonde didn't want to eat.

"I don't want any food."

"Eat a little something, Yelena, for God's sake." Her mother pleaded. "You too, Natasha."

Alexei looked at Melina. "Do you have any extra food for a guest? In case Natasha invites her парень (boy)." He pointed at the open seat across from him.

The older woman simply shrugged and continued putting food on her plate.

"Listen—" Natasha said.

"I never had the talk with you, Natasha. About boys. You see, if he were to ever hurt you..."

"Stop."

"I will break his face that even Stalin in hell wouldn't be able to recognize him. He may be strong, but your little boyfriend has yet to face the Red Guardian."

Natasha ignored him and looked directly at Melina. "You're gonna tell us the location of the Red Room."

Melina inhaled sharply and plopped a spoonful of coleslaw onto her plate. She turned to Alexei. "You know, it's like when you told them that they could stay up late to catch Santa Claus."

"What? That was fun. You know, He come down the chimney, girls. Look out. Where is he? You wait for him, and then when the cookies are gone, then you see he's there." He replied. "No, no. What? I want them to follow their dreams."

"No good."

"Reach for the stars, girls."

"Finding Dreykov is not a fantasy. It's unfinished business." Natasha stated.

"You can't defeat a man who commands the very will of others." Melina replied. "You never saw the culmination of what we started in America." She looked at Alexei. "Nor did you."

Red Guardian shook his head as Melina walked away. "Natasha, always focus, focus. Get what you want."

Melina came back with a tablet in hand and sat back down. She tapped on the screen. "Come in."

The front door opened and a pig came into the living room.

"Did that pig just open the door?" Natasha asked confusedly.

"Yes. It did." She answered and started to feed it. "Good boy, Alexei. Good boy."

Red Guardian raised a brow. "You named a pig after me?"

"You don't see the resemblance?"

He just sat there in silence.

"See, he sits just like dog." Melina said. "Amazing. Now, watch."

"It's a little weird, to me." Alexei muttered.

"Stop breathing." She spoke and tapped on the screen. The pig grunted as it was forced to do as it was told.

Melina started to explain. "We infiltrated the North Institute in Ohio. It was a front for S.H.I.E.L.D scientists. Actually, it was HYDRA scientists at that time. In conjunction with the Winter Soldier project, they had dissected and deconstructed the human brain to create the first and only cellular blueprint of the basal ganglia. Was the hub for cognition. Voluntary motor movement, procedural learning." She poured herself another shot and looked at Alexei. "We didn't steal weaponry or technology. We stole the key to unlocking free will."

The pig dropped to the floor as it started to suffocate. Natasha was concerned about the animal.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, I am explaining that the science is now so exact, the subject can be instructed to stop breathing and has no choice but to obey."

"Okay, you made your point. That's enough."

"Yes, all right. Well, don't worry, Alexei could've survived 11 more seconds without oxygen." She tapped on the screen again and allowed the pig to breathe. "Good boy. Now, you go back, back home where it's safe. Good boy, Alexei."

The pig walked out of the living room and then out of the house.

Melina continued. "The world functions on a higher level when it is controlled. Dreykov has chemically subjugated agents planted around the globe."

"And do you know who they test it on?" Yelena asked her.

"Hmm...No. That's not my department."

"Ah, come on, come on." Alexei said. "Don't lie to them. Hmm?"

"I'm not lying."

"You're Dreykov's architect, huh?"

"What were you? If I was his architect, you were his partner. You were his business partner."

"No, no, no. I was patsy!" He retorted as he banged on the table.

"Don't give me that..." She said.

"He sell me ideology."

"Stop with the politics."

"All the while, bigger..."

"Shut up!" Natasha was finally able to speak and looked at Alexei. "You are an idiot." She faced Melina. "And you're a coward. You're a coward. And our family was never real, so there's nothing to hold on to. We're moving on."

"Never family, huh?" Alexei replied. "In my heart, I am simple man. And I think that for a couple of deep undercover Russian agents I think we did pretty great as parents, huh?"

"Yes, we had our orders, and we played our roles to perfection." Melina added.

"Who cares? That wasn't real." Natasha shot back.

"What?" Yelena said.

"That wasn't real. Who cares?" The redhead said again.

"Don't say that." Her sister said with a quivering voice.

"Please don't say that. It was real. It was real to me." She looked at Melina. "You are my mother. You were my real mother. The closest thing I ever had to one. The best part of my life was fake." She exhaled deeply as tears welled up in her eyes. "And none of you told me."

There was a moment of silence before Yelena spoke to Melina again. "And those agents you chemically subjugated around the globe? That was me."

Her mother didn't say anything but expressed a look of shock and guilt.

Yelena looked at Natasha. "And you...you got out. Dreykov made sure no one could escape. But you were able to live a free life...find love...do what you want." She kept tearing up. "Are you gonna say anything?"

Natasha looked down and also didn't say a word.

Yelena shook her head. "No."

Melina tried to touch her hand but Yelena pulled away. "Don't touch me." She grabbed the bottle of alcohol and walked away from the table.

"Yelena." Natasha called out.

"No." She said before fully leaving.

"I had no idea." Melina muttered.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll go talk to her." Alexei said before excusing himself.

Natasha and Yelena sat there in silence for a while. The redhead suddenly got up and left the table.

"Where are you going?" Melina asked.

"To do this myself."

"Don't. You won't survive."

"I wish I could believe that you cared. But you're not even the first mother that abandoned me."

Melina got up and followed her. "No, you weren't abandoned. You were selected by a program that assessed the genetic potential in infants."

Natasha turned back around and looked at her faux-mother. She walked up to her.

"I was taken?"

"I believe a bargain was struck, your family paid off." Melina answered. "But your mother, she never stopped looking for you. She was like you in that way. She was relentless."

Natasha swallowed. "What happened to her?"

"Dreykov had her killed. Her existence threatened to uncover the Red Room. Normally, the actions of one curious civilian wouldn't warrant an execution, but, as I said, she was relentless."

"I thought about her every day of my life." Natasha said. "Whether or not I admitted it to myself, I did."

The redhead thought for a moment as she recalled Y/N's past. They shared a similar history, basically being taken from their real families in order to be turned into something else. Fortunately for her lover, his kidnappers were repentant and raised him instead of taking him straight to HYDRA. Natasha on the other hand wasn't so lucky.

"I've always found it best not to look into the past." Melina replied.

Natasha looked over at the bookshelf beside her and saw a familiar-looking photo album. She grabbed it. "Then why did you save this?"

Melina didn't answer. Natasha opened the book and started looking at the pictures within.

"I remember this day." She began. "We shot Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, and summer vacation all in one day. Different backdrops. I knew all the presents under the tree were just empty boxes, but I didn't care. I wanted to open every single one...so just for a second it would feel real."

The older Widow started to feel guilty. All of the talks about family made her think about the times she spent with Alexei and the girls when they were young. It also made her regret other things...like assisting Dreykov in his project. She knew it would affect Natasha in a way, but still had to do it.

"Let's stop this." Melina took the book from her.

"Why are you doing this?" Natasha asked.

"Why does a mouse born in a cage run on that little wheel?" She replied. "Do you know I was cycled through the Red Room four times before you were even born? Those walls are all I know. I was never given a choice."

"But you're not a mouse, Melina. You were just born in a cage, but that's not your fault."

Melina scoffed and walked closer to the redhead.

"Tell me, how did you keep your heart?"

Natasha thought back at Melina's words back when she was a pre-teen living in Ohio. She exhaled. "Pain only makes us stronger. Didn't you tell us that? What you taught me kept me alive."

Melina just looked at Natasha, taking in her statement and honestly surprised that her words inspired her faux-daughter. It pained her, since although she wanted to help now...it might've been too late.

"I'm sorry, I already alerted the Red Room. They'll be here any minute."

Natasha simply nodded, and let tears run down her face.

The moment between Alexei and Yelena was cut short once they heard commotion outside. The Red Guardian was prepared to fight the incoming Red Room agents, but was incapacitated when several sleep darts were shot through the window and hit him. Yelena picked up her gun and left the room with her guard up.

Lights shined through the windows as she made her way down the hall. She went into the kitchen and saw Natasha on the floor unconscious. Yelena checked on her but turned around upon hearing footsteps and aimed her gun. It was Melina, now in her Widow attire. Yelena lowered her gun at the sight of her mother.

"I'm sorry." Melina said, then raised her arm to shoot Yelena down with her widow's bite. The blonde groaned as she was electrocuted and fell to the floor.

Melina heard footsteps beside her and turned to see Taskmaster.

"Vostokoff." He greeted. "Looking lovely as always."

Melina nodded. "Let's not keep him waiting."