All for a girl named Rose

The whole truth

She eased herself back down into the seat, dropped her gun onto the floor, and grabbed the steering wheel properly with both hands. 

She didn't slow down for at least 26 more miles. She slowed the car down as they entered a small town just outside of the city.

"Where did you learn how to drive?" Sam asked her after his heart stopped racing so fast he thought it would burst.

"Russia." Was all she said as she pulled into a big brand supermarket. "Natasha, I'm going to need your SHIELD black car." 

Natasha had managed to keep her black card, basically a credit card with no limits. Given to SHIELD agents to use on missions.

"I doubt they'll except it." Natasha said but handed it over anyway.

"Does it work with ATM's? Rose asked.

"Yes." 

"Good." She opened up the door and got out. "Don't go anywhere."

Steve and Natasha shared a look but Natasha just shrugged.

Rose withdrew money from the ATM and walked inside. She grabbed a cart and walked to the first aid isle. She grabbed normal and large bandaids, gauze, 3M medical tape, rubbing alcohol, Vaseline, and tweezers. She moved onto the woman's hygiene section and grabbed a package of tampons. She spent the next few minutes crossing the store to the office supplies where she grabbed a few packages of superglue.

The cashier gave her a strange look but Rose just shot a sharp glare back.

When she made it back to the car she threw the bag onto the center council. 

"Sam use the tweezers to pick out all of the glass that you can, clean the wounds with rubbing alcohol and put bandaids on the smaller cuts and use superglue to close the larger gashes but do not touch your bullet wound."

"I was in Pararescue, I can take care of cuts and bullet wounds, I'll be fine. But why the bandaids?" Sam asked as he did was she said.

"To help cover up your injuries. It'll help make it look less suspicious." She turned back to Natasha. Rose handed her the gauze, tampons, medical tape, a water bottle, and Vaseline. "You know what to do." She said then glanced at Steve who didn't seem to have a cut on his body, only partly healed scratches. 

She moved onto herself. Thankfully car windows were designed to shatter into tiny thick chunks, no more than a centimeter big, so he only had a few small cuts that she covered with bandaids.

After twenty or so minutes the supplies that she had given Natasha were handed back and she turned to Sam. She handed him the water bottle and he washed out his wound. Then she handed him a tampon.

"Umm, isn't this for you? I don't need it." He gave her a questioning look.

"No, it's to pack the bullet wound. I don't get my period."

"Huh?" Sam looked at her confused. "But you're a girl... right?"

"They removed my uterus. No eggs, no fallopian tubes, no children." She gave a a quick smile.

"They used to do that when you graduated." Natasha said.

"They do it before you even start your menstrual cycle now. Because of you and me." Natasha just nodded. Rose turned back to Sam. "Pack the wound with the tampon, cover it with Vaseline then use the gauze-" Sam cut her off.

"I know how to pack a bullet wound." He said. "When we get to the airport and they pat us down, what happens when they feel the gauze or would the wounds show up on the body scanners?" Sam asked.

"We'll say we got in a car crash. If they ask any further questions about why they look mysteriously like bullet holes then we'll tell them that they are rebar holes. Rebars are used in concrete structures, or smaller concrete objects like the barrier on the edges of highways." She rubbed her eyes. "We'll find a gas station, change clothes, wash off dried blood. Then we'll park a block or so away from the airport and walk there. Steve, you drive."

Everything when't smoothly after that. More so than the car incident at least. One question about their injuries but not much after that. They boarded the plane, Rose and Natasha on one side of the isle, Steve and Sam on the other. 

A hour and a half after the plane took off Natasha leaned over and whispered into Rose's ear.

«There is something I need to tell you about the Red Room.» Rose looked at Natasha confused. «That wasn't the first time I took them down, it was the third. The first time was as soon as I escaped, I failed to kill Draykov, the second time was nine months before we saved you. There was a second operating Red Room, it was more technologically advanced. The generation of black widows before you, Yelena's generation. They were controlled, it was almost like mind control. It's hard to explain what they did to them. We, Yelena, Melina, Alexi, and I. We had a synthetic gas that freed them from mind control. It was an experiment, the first true test. That's why it wasn't used on you. In case something when't wrong and the mind control no longer worked they would loose one generation, not two. That's why it was so much easier getting you out. However as soon as the other widows were free they left and lived their own life. But your generation, they wanted to continue to fight, they were gas lighted  and conditioned to be loyal, so it'll be harder to free their minds. Another reason why it was so easy to free you was because there were no guards left. Not a single one. As soon as they found out they were at risk they stupidly sent every single Red Room guard there. Leaving your Red Room, the traditional one, defenseless.»

«Where was this Red Room?» Rose asked.

«In the sky, like a SHIELD helacarrier.» Rose looked at her confused

«If Melena helped you last time, why did she betray you this time?»

«I'm not sure. Maybe it was because she figured out that she knew nothing but the Red Room and maybe she was nothing without it, had no purpose without it. Or maybe she even got sentimental, that Red Room was training you girls how they had trained her. It could be something else entirely.» Rose just nodded, she had no more questions as her brain processed the information she had just been given.

The rest of the plane ride went smoothly. They got off twice and boarded two more plaines before finally touching down in a city called Des Moines, a few hours away from the Barton farm.

The car ride was filled of paranoia. America being the country that was searched heaviest for them.

The eventually pulled up to a small farm, got out of the car, walked up to the door and waited as Natasha rung the doorbell.