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“It’s kind of crazy, looking back at it. The first three years of her life was an undercover assignment she wasn’t aware of. The rest was her training to be a Widow. She’s ten years old, and It took me five years to get back to save her,” Natasha frowns as she sits in the co-pilot seat.
“We’re getting her now, and you were just a kid yourself when you came to us, Natasha. Look at it this way, we found her location now and we’re getting her out now while she’s still young.” Clint says from the pilot seat.
The team of five were flying into Berlin. Maria Hill, Nick Fury, Bobbi Morse, Clint Barton, and Natasha Romanoff. The intel that they had collected in trying to track down Natasha’s little sister lead them to this point after nearly five months of searching, and after realizing that her first shot at taking down the Red Room didn’t work they needed something else to fill the time while they came up with another plan to take down Dreykov and his army of Widow’s.
“Natasha, you’re going in alone, we are there for back up. May and Coulson are already stationed close to the apartment building where we found them to be staying.” Fury says.
“Yes Sir, and what about the older Widow and handler that are with her?” Natasha asks.
“We will give them options to defect and how that would look. They don’t have to become agents but we will bring them back to America.”
The team nods and gets all of their gear prepped. Outside the jet there are two motorcycles and a large SUV for the team to use. Natasha doesn’t hesitate, jumping on one of the bikes and driving into town to the coordinates that had been supplied to her. There are two Widows and a handler in the apartment, she’s going in with an antidote to break the mind control, two sedatives, and a handgun— so underprepared for what they’ll have.
Natasha doesn’t wait for backup when she arrives at the apartment building. She walks in, preps her gun, and picks the lock on the apartment door. They studied the floorpan on the jet, she knows where they will be sleeping and how they typically set up armoury’s in Red Room safe houses.
“Natasha, don’t go rogue,” Maria warns through their comms link.
Natasha hums her response, not wanting to be too loud and wake those in the apartment. The door opens easily, no sensor on the front door to alert those inside which is good. Natasha quietly moves towards the first room, the one with the handler that appears to be a Widow from Melina’s generation. She’s the first that Natasha releases then sedates, knowing that waking up from the mind control can be intense and should be done under supervision. The next bedroom up the hall is the other Widow assigned to their current task, she’s as quiet and quick as she was with the first.
When Natasha gets to her sister’s room she’s doesn’t see her in bed and she’s instantly on alert. Natasha puts her gun in the back of her pants before starting to look around the apartment.
“Did the General send you for us?” The child asks from somewhere in the darkness.
“No,” Natasha answers. “I came for you, Little One. I don’t know if you remember me, but I have been looking for you for a while. Do you remember Ohio?”
Natasha turns into the kitchen to find the small blonde girl with a gun in her hands pointed at Natasha’s chest. Without hesitation Natasha lets out the start of their secret whistle, and the child tilts her head in recognition. The gun tilts down and Natasha runs forward, spraying the antidote in her face before pulling the child into her arms while the effects take place. There’s an old Cossack lullaby that Melina would sing to them when they were in Ohio, that Natasha starts to sing while she waits for the others to arrive. The child squirms and cries for a while before settling into Natasha’s arms.
“Yelena I need to get the tracking chip out, okay? It is going to hurt for a moment but then you never have to worry about Dreykov or the Red Room again. I promise,” Natasha coos in their mother tongue. “Can you let me do that?”
“I do not want to go back there,” Yelena says, nodding.
Natasha picks the kid up and sets her on the table, grabs a knife tactile throwing knife and first aid kit from the apartment’s armoury, and then sits on a chair in front of her sister. She has to make a two inch cut in her thigh and pulls out a small circular chip that relayed all information about Yelena to the Red Room. Once that was done she quickly stitched her up before calling the team in for the others. Yelena clings to Natasha when the SHIELD agents enter the apartment.
“You got old,” Yelena whispers.
“So did you. You’re so big now.”
“You were bigger at my age. I remember.”
“I am so happy to hear you remember.”
Maria walks into the kitchen to let Natasha know that they have loaded the other two into the two vehicles that they have waiting downstairs. When she comes to take Yelena the girl leaps from Natasha’s lap and wraps her legs around the strangers neck. Natasha is immediately on her feet and pulling Yelena off Maria. Bobbi and May run into the room when they hear the scuffle, but stand by the entry when they see that Natasha has the kid handled but remain present to help Maria gainer bearings again.
“She’s not going to hurt you, Little One. I won’t let anyone hurt you again. You can ride on the motorcycle with me, okay? Then we’re going to fly on a jet to a ship in the sky.”
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t protect you for five years, and I am going to make up for it now. You are no longer his weapon, you get to be a kid.”
“I don’t know how. Don’t remember.”
“That’s okay, but you are going to stay with me now, for a while. Okay?”
“What about them? The Americans?”
“I’m living with them, so will you. They won’t hurt you. No more hurt or pain or punishment. I swear, and if anyone tries you will tell me and I will handle it.”
“I like fighting, and I like ballet.”
“We will figure something out. You will have to speak more English though, Little One.”
“Hate English, it is complicated.”
Bobbi snorts. “She’s not wrong.”
Yelena turns fast to look at the very tall blonde woman, not expecting any American to know Russian. The accent isn’t quite right, something Natasha has pointed out a number of times. Natasha makes sure she has a hold on her sister before standing up and walking over to the group.
“Yelena, meet Bobbi Morse, Melinda May, and Maria Hill,” Natasha introduces. “Guys, this is my baby sister, Yelena Belova.”
The women smile but don’t force interaction. They go to Yelena’s room so she can get dressed in a purple romper. Natasha quickly packs all of Yelena’s clothes, a couple children’s books that are in Russian, and all of her shoes before they head down to the cars. Maria carries Yelena’s things, not really keeping her distance like Yelena had thought she might of.
“Hold on front or back?” Natasha asks when she walks up to her bike.
“Front.”
Natasha climbs onto her motorcycle with Yelena holding on tight like a koala to her front. With a nod to the others she’s the first to take off, heading back to the jet where Clint would be waiting for them to return. Natasha speeds, she knows she does, but she wants to get back so that Yelena can meet Clint properly. Clint is the reason that Natasha was able to get out, and was able to get Yelena out. When they’re parked at the jet it seems to peak Yelena’s interest, the kid always had been interested in motorized things and how they work.
Clint greets them at the top of the ramp, Natasha moves carefully towards the first man that Yelena will meet that is not a target or soldier. Yelena doesn’t really acknowledge Clint, rather she watches Natasha and how she reacts to the stranger.
“Hey Yelena, I’m Clint Barton. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Clint smiles. “Natasha talks about you all the time.”
“She has said nothing about you, Clint Barton.” Yelena shrugs.
Clint laughs loud, throwing his head back in the process. Yelena tightens her grip on her sister, not wanting to flinch or show weakness but still startled by the man. Natasha rubs Yelena’s back to calm her before moving to a separate seating area and buckling her in when the others arrive. The two who had been with Yelena are strapped in on two of the three stretchers that are in the middle of the jet, Maria checks them over again before getting ready for take off. Fury walks over to Natasha and Yelena, he kneels down so he is lower than the child and not standing over her in any kind of threatening way.
“Yelena, this is Fury. He’s the Director of SHIELD. He helped me get out and he is going to help you and the other two we found with you.” Natasha says.
“You look like pirate man.” Yelena says. “Why does he only have one name?”
Fury smiles. “My name is Nick Fury, and I guess the eye patch does make me look a little like a pirate from a book doesn’t it.”
“Do you have an eye under it or is it missing?”
“It’s there.”
“Are you going to hurt them Nick Fury?” Yelena asks, suddenly very solemn.
“I am going to help them. They can choose to become agents or we will get them adjusted to life in America where they will be in a program where they will be safe.”
“And you sure he can be trusted?”
“Yes. He helped me get you.” Natasha smiles. “Fury can be trusted. Everyone on this jet I trust with my life and yours. You need anything and you can’t find me you can go to anyone here. The other man you haven’t met yet is Phil Coulson, he’s my supervising officer, S.O, kind of like a handler but they don’t act the same.” Natasha points at Coulson who is sat across from them. “He’s a bit of a nerd, but he is friendly.”
“Nerd?”
“Obsessive with comic books and superheroes.”
“Like a child?”
“You’re a child, but yes kind of. Like a kid.”
“I feel like I should be offended, but I’ll allow it for now.” Coulson says from his seat.
The jet soon takes off, Maria and Clint both up in the cockpit. The flight up to the helicarrier is about three hours, all of which Yelena spends watching everyone move about the jet. She wants the two Widow’s she was with are still asleep, she wants them to wake up so she can be around people she is used to. Yelena knows that when they are given the option they won’t chose to stay around and be soldiers. When they leave then Yelena is alone again, she knows that Natasha will only be around for so long.
The two sleeping Widow’s were quickly taken to medical when they landed on the helicarrier. Yelena tried to go with them but was held back by Natasha who takes her up to Maria’s office where a paediatrician is waiting to see her. Bobbi and Maria walk with them, part of the reason is solely so that Yelena can get used to them just in case. Yelena is fascinated by Bobbi, she holds a lot of similar skills of the Widow’s but is very tall. Most all Widow’s are petite, they are to appear delicate and non-threatening. Bobbi is very tall, something Yelena hasn’t really ween in a woman before. Bobbi smiles at Yelena whenever she catches her eyes, kind of entertained by the attention she’s getting from the child.
“Why do you keep looking at me?” Bobbi asks.
“How are you so tall?” Yelena furrows her brows.
“How are you so short?”
“Widow’s are supposed to be short, small and thin, unexpected and non-threatening.”
“You’re short because you’re short, I’m tall because I’m tall. That’s how genetics work.”
“Genetics?”
Natasha translates and explains genetics and how they work. Widow’s don’t have a normal or formal education, they learn things if they need the knowledge for an assignment but otherwise their education is fight, ballet, language, and accent training. That’s going to be a topic that Natasha is sure Yelena will fight her on.
Yelena fights against Natasha when she sees the doctor in the white coat waiting in the office. The doctor, Dr. Harper Freeman, is sat on one of the two sofa’s with a soft smile on her face. Natasha hands Yelena to Bobbi, neither of who are prepared for the transfer, then talks to the doctor before she removes the white coat and tries to appear less threatening. Yelena is pouting when Natasha takes her back from Bobbi’s arms. Natasha sits on the sofa with Yelena in her lap, that was she can’t run away from being checked over. The doctor goes over medical histories with Natasha, they figure out vaccinations and a schedule that will get Yelena up to date on all shots she needs. The shots they need to get done today has Natasha and Maria pinning the small child down while Bobbi helps the doctor do shots at the same time in either arm.
Natasha has to hold and rock Yelena when all the medical stuff is done to calm the kid down. Maria then fastens a golden bracelet around her wrist that Yelena starts to fiddle with. It’s just a smooth gold cuff, beautifully simple and soothing.
“It is your ID badge here, or it works like one. It will get you through doors and food whenever you want in the cafeteria or canteen. It will log you into computers if you wish to use them, but stops you from getting into files or our database. This whole ship is available to you, so it will track you in case Natasha or we need to find you. Okay?” Maria explains.
“It will track and monitor you, but you have the same freedoms as Bobbi or Maria or me. I have a ID card, everyone does, but because you’re a child you can’t so we came up with this for you, okay?” Natasha explains when she sees Yelena is having a hard time with the English.
“Outside?”
“Well, it’s hard to go outside when we’re thirty thousand feet in the air, but whenever you want to go to a playground or something like that you can let anyone know and we will be sure to take you. Okay?” Maria smiles.
“I don’t play at playgrounds, Maria Hill.” Yelena frowns.
“Well, maybe you can learn.” Natasha smiles.
“Okay, now that this is all done, everyone who went out tonight is off the next couple days to help Yelena adjust. Breakfast will start in five minutes if you want to eat before heading to bed.” Maria says. “And I have you on my floor now Nat, two doors down from mine with your ID’s already paired. More space for the two of you.”
“Thanks Maria. Join us for breakfast? Clint is probably already waiting for us down there.” Natasha says.
The four of them go down a few flights and walk through the halls to the cafeteria. Natasha and Bobbi explain where things are to Yelena in Russian, earning strange looks from people who pass them. Clint is waiting for them by the entrance to the cafeteria, he smiles and waves at them as they get closer. Natasha gets two trays and follows the line through the buffet filling both up with food. Yelena puts her input in when they pass things that she knows that she doesn’t like.
“Juice?” Natasha asks.
Yelena shakes her head, juice isn’t allowed and Natasha should know that unless they’re already starting to test her. Natasha just sighs, getting a bottle of water for Yelena and a bottle of cranberry juice for herself. They move as a group to the table in the corner, Yelena gets the seat with her back to the corner so she can observe the space. Everyone is quick to eat except for Yelena, she doesn’t touch anything except the water bottle than came sealed.
“Are you not hungry, Yelena?” Clint asks.
Yelena shrugs. The food all looked familiar, smelled good, but even though it was Natasha who dished it up she didn’t want to trust it. There were a handful of times where her tray was out of sight where anything could of happened to it. Natasha looked over her sister and the way that she nibbled on her lip and fiddled with her fingers. Natasha takes her fork and takes a small bite of everything on Yelena’s tray to show that it’s safe to eat. Clint smiles, having done the same thing for Natasha a year earlier.
“If you’re ever nervous about the food you’re given anyone at this table will try it before you. Even those you met on the jet who aren’t here. Okay?” Natasha says, holding Yelena’s gaze.
Yelena slowly eats, enjoying the pancakes and eggs that Natasha picked out. She can fondly remember weekend breakfasts when Melina would make pancakes for them, but she would put bananas or chocolate in them. She doesn’t clear her plate, when Natasha sees that she’s starting to force herself to eat what she’s been given she pushes it across the table to Maria.
“I wasn’t done.” Yelena says.
“Were you full?”
Yelena nods. “But I wasn’t done. That’s not the rules.”
“Different rules here. We can go over rules later, for now we’re going to go rest for a bit. Sound good?”
Yelena nods and the sisters leave the rest of the group. Natasha explains how to get from the cafeteria to their room, and to other important rooms like Maria’s office, Fury’s office, and May’s office. Yelena’s bag of things is on the sofa in their room. Both of them change into sleep clothes before crawling into bed.
“Where are the cuffs?” Yelena asks.
“Little One, those aren’t used here.”
“I need them.”
“Okay. I’m going to make a call.”
Natasha reaches over her sister to grab her phone and text Maria to bring the quick release cuffs she used until she adjusted to being able to sleep without them. It wasn’t that hard of a transition, but Natasha was fully prepared for it to take longer. When Maria arrived with the cuffs Yelena was getting antsy from the lack of sleep and adrenaline leaving her system. Maria sits at the end of the bed, sharing a look with Natasha that Yelena plans to file away for later.
“These don’t require a key,” Maria explains. “The button releases the cuffs but also sets them so they don’t get tighter when you pull on them. Do you understand?”
Yelena nods slowly, watching Maria attach one cuff to the metal frame and leaves the other for the sisters to deal with.
“These are what I used while I got used to not having to sleep with them. I promise you that they are safe.” Natasha smiles.
Yelena crawls up the bed to the cuffs and gets under the covers before she places the one around her right wrist. Maria and Natasha watch her as she settles against the pillow and quickly falls asleep. The two women move over the the sofa. Maria sits on one end and Natasha lays across the sofa with her head in Maria’s lap. Soon Natasha succumbs to sleep with Maria gently combing her hands through Nat’s hair. Half an hour later Maria fell asleep, her head tilted back against the back of the sofa and wall.
Natasha and Maria woke up for lunch, leaving a note for Yelena on the pillow next to her letting her know that they would stay in the cafeteria that afternoon so when she wakes and is hungry she knows where to find them. That was the plan at least. Both had grabbed reports for them to work on while sat at the corner table, Clint and Bobbi both joining them after their afternoon training. When it came to dinner, and then dinner passed, Natasha grew concerned having not seen Yelena. There was no way that her sister had slept for that long.
Yelena read the note, she read the note multiple times. She understood what the note was saying for her to do, but the door was closed. When dorm doors are closed then Widow’s are supposed to stay in their rooms, they aren’t supposed to try and leave. There’s a television, radio, and laptop in the room but she doesn’t touch any of those. She grabs one of her books from her bags and reads the familiar story of Peter Pan. Reading is allowed, it’s not something that they have ever been punished for unless the book was contraband. Peter Pan shouldn’t be contraband, it was Natasha’s book from before. Her name was written on the inside cover, that’s why Yelena had it now. As she read she watched the clock, she watched it for hours as she read almost all of the book before the door beeped then opened at seven thirty.
Natasha was both elated and upset when she saw Yelena sat on the sofa with a book in her hand. She was dressed, hair re-braided, and quite alert— she had clearly been awake for quite a while. The note that she had left for her was on the coffee table in front of her, so she had read it and the instructions that Natasha had left.
“How long have you been awake?” Natasha asks.
“Since one.” Yelena answers, putting her book down.
“Why didn’t you come to the cafeteria?”
“Doors closed.”
“The door opens from the inside, it has a handle.” Natasha says calmly, moving to the door to show how it opens. She sighs when it is clear her sister is still sceptical. “It’s not a test Yelena. There are no tests here. You can come and go as you wish. If a door doesn’t open that simple means you’re not allowed to be there, that’s what the bracelet is for.” She watched Yelena for a sign of acknowledgment but receives none. “Okay, how about when I leave and you’re here alone I leave a shoe in the door so that the door is open and shows you that you can leave. This hall is for senior agents, no one would come in or harm you.”
“Okay.” Yelena whispers.
“Good. Now, are you hungry?”
Yelena gives the start of a nod before changing her mind and shaking her head no. Natasha holds out her hand for her sister to take, patiently waiting for Yelena to do so as she assesses every move made around her. The two go down to the canteen since there would be nothing left prepped in the cafeteria till morning. Coulson is there walking the aisles.
“I want you to pick out at least five things, anything you want.” Natasha says to Yelena before walking to her SO. “Coulson, I thought you were trying to stop eating so much chocolate.”
“There is only so much will power. What do you suggest, crunch bar or three musketeers?” He smirks.
“Neither.”
“How is she?” He asks, tilting his head towards Yelena.
“She sat in our room alone for six hours because she didn’t know she could open the door and leave. Everything is a test, like how I thought last year. How I still feel most of the time when things change or are new. It’s hard when you’re used to something, and it’s hard when none of you have been through anything similar.”
Yelena walks over with a frown and only a bottle of water. “Can’t read most of these things. I can speak English, but reading is hard.”
“Okay, how about we ask Coulson to help us?”
Yelena furrows her brows before looking over at Coulson who just stands still and tries not to present himself as threatening. She looks back at Natasha who is calmly waiting for an answer. “Will you help me read Phil Coulson?”
Coulson looks at Natasha where she nods, so he smiles and nods at Yelena who walks through the aisles and points at things. She gets him to read the labels and if she doesn’t understand how that would taste she gets him to explain that as well. Natasha stands by the entrance to the canteen, asking people to give them fifteen minutes before returning and most listen to her. When agents see Coulson in there they listen and leave the area. Bobbi walks down the hall and joins Natasha, the woman wasn’t planning on going to the canteen but she was curious to see the child interact with Coulson.
“How is she?” Bobbi whispers.
“It will be a process.” Natasha sighs.
“It was one with you, so now you get a taste of your own medicine.”
“Funny.”
“Nattie, Phil Coulson says no to these.” Yelena says holding a purple bag out.
Bobbi takes the bag. “You want to try Takis?”
Yelena nods and watches as Bobbi opens the bag with out paying for it. Bobbi eats a couple then holds them out to Yelena who just takes one and puts it in her mouth. The flavour is confusing, hot and sour, making her scrunch her face up and want to spit it out. Natasha holds her hand out for Yelena to spit the chip into her hand.
“Too spicy?” Coulson asks.
Yelena shakes her head then looks at Bobbi. “Why do they make food spicy and sour? Chips should not be sour.”
Bobbi and Natasha chuckle while Yelena returns to going up and down the aisles. The counter clerk hands Natasha paper towel to wipe down her hand and toss the ball of mush. Bobbi pays for the bag and eats them while they watch Yelena collect things. Coulson and Yelena have slowly been moving their way to the back of the shop where there is a collection of international food— since Natasha has been on bored there is a large collection of Russian and other Eastern European foods.
“Why aren’t you helping her with this?” Bobbi asks.
“I have at least one mission next week, she needs to learn to trust people who will be here with her. I was hoping you would help me with her and training.”
“She’s ten. Fury won’t be on bored with training her.”
“She has ADHD, it will be a good outlet for her unless you want to deal with the overly hyperactive child.”
“Okay, but you get to tell Fury and Maria. For the record though, I am not sparing with her at all.”
“Scared she could take you down?”
“She couldn’t!”
“I guess we will never know.” Natasha smiles, goading her on.
Yelena runs back to Natasha with her arms filled with familiar treats and a big smile on her face. Coulson follows after her, carrying a handful of American treats that she had picked out before finding the new section.
“I picked more than five.” Yelena smiles at her sister.
“I see that. How about we pay and then we can go back to our room and you can eat before we get ready for bed.” Natasha smiles back.
Yelena smiles and goes to the counter with Natasha. The clerk scans everything and puts them in bags like a grocery store. When it’s time to pay Natasha has Yelena bring her bracelet to the ID scanner where the machine accepts her payment.
“I do not have money.” Yelena frowns.
“I do, it comes from my account, and everyone who lives on this ship has a living stipend for essentials like food. Anytime you want something you can come here. It’s always open.”
“Without you?”
“Yes, or you can find someone you know and they will come with you.”
“Does the cafeteria ever have macaroni?”
Bobbi laughs. “If you ask Maria or Fury I am sure they will accommodate the request for you, and who doesn’t like macaroni?”
“Why would Nick Fury and Maria Hill do…”
Bobbi looks at Natasha who starts to walk faster up the hall leaving Yelena left behind and confused. Yelena’s hands feel sweaty and her heart is beating fast, she has never experienced anything like this. Bobbi stops with the girl when Yelena drops her bag of goodies. Natasha doesn’t notice right away, not until Yelena lets out a faint whistle to which Natasha immediately responds and rushes back to her.
“I want to go home,” Yelena whispers.
“No you don’t. You’re just having a small anxiety attack.” Natasha coos.
“No! I want to go home. Take me home. I do not like it here!”
“Yelena, you need to calm down.” Bobbi says, calmly texting the Yelena group chat.
“Take me home before I kill you all!”
“Yelena, calm down little sister.” Natasha says.
Bobbi moves to restrain Yelena, but she’s a step ahead and is able to move and flip Bobbi into Natasha. Natasha is quick on her feet, moving for Yelena. The sisters fight it out, the rest of the team blocks off the hall so no one can witness what’s happening. To be fair no one really knew what was happening. Yelena just had snapped and was for some unknown reason in Widow mode now. The team had seen it a few times with Natasha, some unknown trigger sets her off and it takes a while to subdue her.
“What triggered her?” Maria asks Bobbi.
“She was asking about macaroni, I told her to ask you or Fury. She just kind of flipped.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Bobbi frowns and watches Natasha just attempt to pin her sister. “I don’t know if they’ll be.”
Yelena notices the group that has gathered, notices Maria, and charges at the Deputy Director. Yelena isn’t fully in control, it’s like she the passenger of her mind and something else has taken over but not in the way before she was sprayed with the red mist. All she knows, the thoughts in her head at least, is that Maria is hurting Natasha and they need to leave.
Maria is pretty well trained to fight against the child, but like Natasha she pulls her punches because she doesn’t want to actually hurt the kid. It’s when Yelena gets her legs around Maria’s neck that everyone stops to move and get her off. Bobbi, being closest, starts trying to get Yelena off.
“No, let me finish this! I need to do this, she is hurting Natasha.” Yelena shrieks.
“What do you mean she is hurting Natasha?” Bobbi shouts back.
“Lena, Maria is not hurting me.” Natasha says, pulling at her feet.
“Just like every other handler, this place is not different. We can finish this and go home! Please!” Yelena shouts as they remove her from Maria’s neck.
“Maria isn’t like that, I’m dating her!” Natasha shouts, wrapping her arms around Yelena and sitting on the floor with her restrained. “Maria and I are in a relationship, she is not taking advantage of me or using me like the handlers of the Red Room. Everything is done with consent, which I know that makes no sense to you right now. It took me eleven months to learn. I swear that this is not the Red Room, I promise, and I swear that no one here is hurting me.”
“Yelena, when was the last time someone touched you that way? Was it either of the two we found you with?” Bobbi asks.
“Widows do not touch other Widows.” Yelena shakes her head. “Dreykov. I am his favourite. He has me home every weekend.”
Bobbi looks at the other adults and slightly shakes her head. Natasha lets go of Yelena letting Bobbi take her and hold her so she can freak out. The adrenaline is leaving Yelena so her small body is shaking as Bobbi tries to comfort her while Natasha gets her bearings. Natasha starts to swear and grumble in a nordic language that no one seems to know, Bobbi can understand the gist but it is not a language that Bobbi knows.
“If everything is handled, how about we go back to their room or my office.” Fury says.
“Your office is neutral ground.” Clint says.
“I’d like to get Maria to medical, just to check her over.” May says.
“I’m fine.” Maria coughs.
“Take her, once she’s checked we will probably still be in his office.” Natasha says.
May takes Maria away, leading her down the hall and away from the team. Bobbi stands when she’s sure she has a good grip on Yelena and moves with the rest of the team to Fury’s office, she makes sure she has the bag of goodies for Yelena because she still needs to eat.
Fury’s office is large and has the most window’s aside from the bridge on the deck the floor above. There are three sofa’s and two lounge chairs to create a sitting room for when he has meetings. Bobbi, Natasha, and Yelena sit on one of the sofa’s, Yelena moves over to Natasha and curls into her side.
“I need to know if there needs to be more security around her.” Fury says once everyone is settled. “I have two SciOp agents who need field training who could act as constant babysitter for her, or we can take her to one of the observation rooms until we are sure that this can’t happen again. I can’t have a kindergartener taking down my senior agents!”
“I’m not a kindergartener, Nick Fury,” Yelena whispers.
“I need to ensure the safety of everyone on board this ship. What I just saw makes me think she is more a danger then anything.”
“That’s not fair, Nat had her hang ups her first few months.” Clint argues.
“She would freak out in training sometimes, never in a hall and never fought you or Maria. Fury has a point, she was fine one moment and flipped which isn’t safe, especially when we don’t know the triggers.” Coulson calmly intervenes.
“Natasha was also in charge of her mind when Clint pulled her out of Budapest, she chose to come here and help us. She was fully conscious and aware of the choices she made that brought her to SHIELD.” Fury says. “We did this for you Romanoff, it was part of the deal you made when you arrived, but this agency isn’t just about you and your needs. This is a government organization, not a daycare!”
“Then just end me like Dreykov will.” Yelena says. “Knew here was the same.”