Retnikopf: Widow Of Siberia (old Version)

PART 1: Chapter 1 - Miss Me

Everything around Natasha Romanoff was silent as she pushed open the door in front of her. Her hand clasped around her handgun as she made sure to be aware of anything and everything in the room. The silence around her was well... Too silent.

Her steps were careful. Only stopping when she heard her voice.

"I know you're out there." It called.

Natasha smiled.

"I know you know I'm out here," she smirked as she prepared to round the corner, "so are we gonna talk about this like grown ups?"

A sharp turn on her foot and Natasha was barrel to barrel with the blonde assassin she grew up with.

"Is that what we are?"

With a quick duck and step, Yelena was underneath Natasha's gun, hitting her arm up to tackle her. Nat flew back but took a firm foot hold against the shelf behind her and wrapped her arms around Yelena's middle from over her shoulder. Lifting her up, flipping her over her shoulder.

Trying to regain her footing before she hit the ground, Yelena stumble into a side cabinet and grabbed the knife that was on top of it. A quick swing and Yelena nearly sliced into Natasha's face.

"Jesus Yel!" Nat exclaimed, jumping back, "are you angry with me or something?"

"Whatever it takes to win, right?" Yelena shrugged with a smile, taking a lazy swing at Natasha as their scuffle calmed down.

With a a quick dodge and a swift grabbing of Yelena's wrist Natasha said, "then you win."

"You're giving up so easily?" Yelena chuckled, relaxing as she was released by Natasha, "knives never used to scare you."

"Maybe I've gone soft," Nat joked as she turned her back on Yelena to go into the kitchen.

"Too much time with those Avengers of yours," Yelena laughed as she followed her through, placing the knife down as she passed the cabinet, "they've melted your brain."

"Wow," Natasha said, already laughing at her own joke as she took the vodka bottle from the counter top, "it's almost like Alexei's in the room."

"Shut up."

Natasha poured them both a drink and sat down at the table.

"I've gotta talk to you about something," Natasha sighed finally getting to the point of her visit.

"I know."

"You've heard about the rumours too then," Natasha nodded as she watched her sister sit opposite her.

"What can you tell me about it?" Yelena asked, finally looking her own age.

They weren't kids anymore. Nat always saw Yelena as a little girl but that wasn't the truth. They had both grown up a long time ago, life just went so quickly Nat failed to keep up.

"I can tell you that they're true," Nat's voice shook a little as she spoke, the pain that place had caused all of them still clung to her, "someone is using the red room to train new widows. They're commander is someone with the codename Taskmaster. Whoever he is, he's dangerous. And we need to end this, and soon."

"He?" Yelena asked, her tone dark if a little wary of Natasha's reaction.

"It's not her Yelena," Nat almost snapped at her, "we both know fully well that she is dead."

"Do we? Do we know that?" Yelena argued, her anger, guilt, and grief coming through in her voice.

"You know what they did to people that don't comply," Natasha shouted, the tears already pooling in her eyes no matter how hard she faught them, "and don't wish that on her. There's only one other place she would've gone if they didn't kill her."

"Just because you don't want to think about it doesn't mean it didn't happen," Yelena sneered as she got up from the table. "We're going to need help if we're going to do this. I assume Mama and Papa are next on your list."