Retnikopf: Widow Of Siberia (old Version)

Chapter 9 - Lost Sense

Disclaimer: all Russian was translated using Google translate, if any of it is wrong please let me know and I'll fix it.

Vienna had left the room she had been sitting in with Kate to go and see Yelena in the other room. The tention from their earlier argument was clearly still in the air as Vienna passed Clint to sit next to Yelena.

"What are you wearing?" Yelena asked as she tugged lightly at the oversized, black, hooded jacket that Vienna was wearing.

"What?"

"It's boring, and impractical," Yelena told her as she looked at the pockets on the jacket, "your things will fall out of these."

"It's the only one I have," Vienna complained, pulling the jacket out of Yelena's fingers.

"We'll need to get you something new," Yelena smiled, sitting back in her chair, "I used to have this really cool vest but I gave it to Nat and I suppose it was in the Avengers compound when it was blown up so, I lost that too. We'll get new ones. Matching. Or coordinated at least."

"That sounds good," Vienna said, noting the sad look on her face that she was desperately trying to hide with a smile.

"Yeah? Cool."

Clint had been watching them from across the room, his annoyance only growing as he watched them talk so casually after such a failed mission.

"You put Kate in danger today," he said quietly, "you have to consider what other people are capable of before going into things."

"I did," Vienna told him sharply, "I gave her one, unarmed lacky, I never asked her to kill anyone, I never expected her to. Not that she's incapable of defending herself."

"I'm not saying that she can't," Clint protested.

"Really? Cause that's what it sounds like."

"You have been nothing but agressive since you got here," Clint snapped at her standing suddenly which caused Vienna to do the same, "which I expected and then you wanted to help so I thought we were on civil terms but now? Whats the problem?"

"My problem? My problem is that my sister gave her life for you, so that you could live," Vienna told him, the glare on her face deep as she stared him down, "where's your family? All I've done is watch you sit back and hide in your room. What are you doing with the life she gave you?"

"That's not fair," Yelena said softly, trying to keep her sister calm.

"On stal prichinoy smerti nashey sestry. Kak ty mog eto zabyt'?" Vienna shouted, her glare now focused on Yelena.
("He caused our sister's death. How could you forget that?")

"YA ne," Yelena scowled at the question. She hated the implication that Vienna was somehow angrier about this than she was.
("I haven't,")

"Listen," Clint said quietly, feeling his guilt deep in his chest.

"Shut your mouth," Vienna hissed at him, "I don't want to hear another word."

"Vienna," Kate tried, she knew that Vienna was in pain but she was starting to go too far.

"You think I wanted to hear that?" Clint said, attempting to defend himself as he stepped forward.

"You don't want to hear it?" Vienna asked, stepping up to him, "you don't wanna hear, okay."

Thinking it was a translation error on Vienna's part, Clint didn't think much of it until he saw the gun clutched in her hand.

"Where did you get that?" Yelena asked as she went to grab Vienna by the wrist but Vienna was faster and stronger than she was.

Kicking back, she threw Yelena back into her seat before she pinned Clint down in his. "You can't stop me, and you know it."

Placing the gun shakily against the side of his head so that the bullet would go into the wall behind him, Vienna let her hand steady as she struggled against him. With one shot, Clint screamed out in pain as the sound burst his ear drum.

"Vienna!" Yelena yelled darting forward out of the chair and grabbing Vienna by the face, "What are you doing?"

Vienna didn't answer, she only pushed against Yelena's chest, trying to get her off of her.

"Krasnoye nebo, otoydi." Yelena said sternly, forcing Vienna to look at her.
("Red Skies, stand down.")

Vienna stumbled back a little as Yelena held her face in her hands, relaxing slightly as she let out her breath.

"We're leaving," Yelena spoke quietly but in a sharp tone. She needed to keep the tone to keep Vienna listening, "Fury can wait a little while. Come on."

Vienna could only nod as she came back to herself. She had felt the anxiety and overwhelmingness rising inside her since she had gone with Bucky and Sam to capture John Walker. Bucky had been right, about her not being ready but after not being able to ask for help for so long, she didn't know how.

End of part 3