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Natasha's POV

I stood on the balcony connected to the living room.

The moon was out and the cold breeze made goosebumps rise on my skin.

"We were never sisters. Not really," I replayed the words in my head, as if I wasn't the one who said them.

Of course I didn't actually believe that, but the guilt of seeing my sister after so long is too much. 

I left the Red Room.

I was safe.

And where had she been this whole time!?

Hydra. 

She never got to live her life, and a part of me feels like that's my fault.

My knuckles ached as I gripped onto the banister for emotional support. 

I wouldn't let myself cry.

But, what was I supposed to do now?

She's here and she's alive. What does that mean for Yelena?

Could she be out there somewhere too?

Even if she was, would I even want to find her?

I don't need another thing to feel bad for. 

Does that make me such a terrible person?

I crossed my arms in an attempt to shield myself from the cold. 

I closed my eyes, enjoying the sounds of the city as an old memory floated into my mind. 

I'd left the room after one of our "family's" many fake holidays, angrily.

Y/N got up and followed after me. 

"Hey," she spoke gently as she grabbed my arm to stop me. 

I turned around to face her, tears in my eyes. 

I don't like crying in front of people. I never have. 

She wrapped her arms around me and let me bury my face in her shoulder.

"It's okay," she whispered.

Y/N was always the comforting one.

When anyone was hurt or upset, she was right there by their side. 

"I know it hurts, but we have to stay strong. For Yelena."

Even though she was a couple years younger than me, she always had a strong sense of maturity. Like she was the oldest sister.

I guess that's what happens when the Red Room forces you to grow up too fast. 

I peeked around the corner to see Yelena, fiddling with an empty box excitedly. 

The sight of her innocence made a smile spread across my face. 

I often wondered what it was like to be blissfully ignorant. 

Until the day it all fell apart...

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