Retnikopf: Widow Of Siberia (old Version)

Chapter 11 - Retaking F-17

Crouched on a ledge, Yelena was joined by her older sister as she watched the people she had been asked to while Carol took care of their leader.

"Vienna not with you?" Natasha asked.

"She prefers to work alone," Yelena told her, keeping her eyes on the ground below them.

"We should probably keep an eye on her," Natasha said, more to herself than anyone else, "how are you holding up?"

"You don't need to baby me I'm fine," Yelena said, looking over at her sister who was smiling as she watched her, "it's Vienna you should worry about, last time she faught she had a break down."

"Didn't go well?" Natasha asked, an eyebrow raised as she tried to keep her sister's spirits high.

"If she goes back to Earth, she'll be killed," Yelena shrugged, turning back, "how do you think it went?"

"Not well," Natasha sighed, a frown forming on her face, "got it."

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With one hand pinning her target to the wall, Vienna held one of her swords in the other. A haunting smile in her eye, she used it to carve two lines into his face as he sqwirmed under her hold. One down the side of his face. One across his nose to meet the other. The proof of pass mark that had been drawn onto her own face many times in the blood of her targets.

"Vienna!" Natasha exclaimed, causing Vienna to turn to look at her.

Vienna's eyes had blood splattered across them, more was running through her hair.

"What are you doing?" Natasha looked horrified by the sadistic nature that she was seeing in Vienna.

With a slow movement, Vienna stabbed her target in the throat. Vienna wiped the blood from her sword and walked over to Natasha without speaking. As she walked, a shot came from down the corridor next to her, hitting her in the face, blasting her mask off. It left a clear cut line in the blood across her face from where the mask had been protecting it. Vienna turned and looked the alien in the eye, having barely flinched.

Vienna didn't run, she walked towards the terrorist goon which only freaked him out more. His hands shook as he held tight to his gun, he fired again hoping to hit her properly this time. Vienna simply dipped her shoulder back as she walked and the shot went past her without a mark. Once she reached him, Vienna kick him up into the ceiling, holding him into place with her sword. Pulling the second from its sheath, she swung and opened his abdomen letting the blood and organs rain down.

"Do you like showering in blood or something?" Natasha asked a deeply concerned frown on her face.

"I do," Vienna said softly as she turned to face her sister, a light smile on her lips, "and I'm tired of pretending that I don't."

"Vienna, what happened to you?" Natasha asked, stepping closer to the sister she no longer recognised.

"It's not really time for a tragic backstory," Vienna told her, pulling her sword from the ceiling, letting the guy drop to the floor, "We have a job to do."

With a blood coated thumb, Vienna drew the proof of pass mark onto her own face.

"You don't have to do that anymore," Natasha said, reaching up to stop Vienna but she pulled away.

"I finally feel free," Vienna said, a smile on her face as she looked at her sister's scared face, "I don't have anymore guilt. I can finally enjoy it."

"You've fully cracked huh," Natasha tried to force a laugh but she couldn't make it sound genuine, "we need to get you home, we'll hide you somewhere so don't worry."

"I'm fine really," Vienna said as Natasha held her face in her hands, "you don't need to worry about me."