Dream Until Dreams Come True
Prologue:
How long is this going to take?
Thought Natasha Romanoff, SHIELD agent, notorious for using seduction as a method of spying on the enemy.
She was starting to get impatient, it had been over half an hour since she was waiting in the airport. One would have thought that she was waiting to catch her plane for another of her missions, grand mistake of theirs. Truth to be told the cold blooded assassin was waiting for her little sister to arrive from St. Petersburg , Russia.
Flashback On:
It was a normal Tuesday for Natasha, she arrived home at half past eight, as usual, took a shower and changed into her normal attire, went to the living room only to find out that she had voicemail, normal as well. She clicked the button to hear the message, it said:
Privet [1] Natasha,
I know it's been over ten years since we last saw each other and I'm well aware that our parting wasn't under the ideal circumstances either, also what I'm about to do will be considered rather impolite, but I'm out of options. What I'm going to ask is for shelter, taking in consideration I have nowhere to go after the incident a few days ago. I promise to explain everything later, sestra [2]
Alexandra was coming to visit? Now that was something to behold. Last time they saw each other Natasha was on a mission in Romania pretending to be a concubine for this Mafioso, they went to a ballet festival in Bucharest.
Natasha wasn't expecting much, considering her Russian origins. It was a pleasant surprise when Dmitri told her the group that was performing that night was from her home country.
"We are going to watch The Nutcracker tonight, my dear" he purred in her ear, the Black Widow was disgusted by Dmitri's sudden approach, but kept her cool façade.
The first act consisted of Clara recieving the Nutcracker from her uncle during Christmas Eve.
"Let's see how well does the Prima dance." Thought the red headed woman, while throwing a challenging smile directly at the stage. She was shocked as soon as the Prima set foot on the scenario; it was no one other than Alexandra Romanoff, the Black Widow's younger sister.
With eyes wide and fixed to the stage, Natasha watched the whole performance without moving an inch, startling Dmitri, who though while chuckling slightly that it was probably the first time she got to watch the Kirov ballet performing onstage.
"My dear Natalia, would you like to go backstage to congratulate the Prima Ballerina for her enchanting performance?"
Natasha was only able to nod weakly, after that she was led to see the person whom she dreamt of reencountering all her life.
Flashback Off:
"Sestra!" a voice like chiming bells exclaimed with joy, while pulling the elder woman for a hug.
"Alexandra, it is nice to see you but I'm afraid we must go." Said the Black Widow sternly.
Natasha got her car keys out of her purse and headed for the parking lot, not bothering to help the petite woman with her luggage.
And off they went to Natasha's apartment.
Not bothering to notice the presence that watched them ever since the arrival of the twenty five year old Alexandra.
[1] Privet = Hello
[2] Sestra = Sister
