(OC POV)
I watched as she entered the bar calmly, going straight to the bartender and asking him something with a soft smile painted on her red lips. He immediately glanced up at me, looking back at her and telling her where I was when I gave him a nod to let him know she was ok. She turned and locked gazes with me, fluidly making her way through the dancing bodies until she stopped in front of my bodyguards.
"Let her in." I murmured softly with a thick Russian accent, the men stepping aside quickly before moving back to where they were after she went through.
"Anastasia." She said as she crossed her arm over her chest, my eyebrow raising at the defensive gesture while I took a puff of my vapor pen.
"Natalia." I murmured back, watching as her gaze narrowed in on the pen though she said nothing about the device.
"I go by Natasha now." She said as she flicked her hair over her shoulder, a soft laugh leaving me as I shook my head and pointed my pen at her.
"I'm sure you go by many names now." I said with a wink, the woman rolling her eyes in exasperation though she shot a tight smile my way.
"Not so many since my covers were blown when S.H.I.E.L.D collapsed." She said which made her eyes tighten even more, my own features tightening at her words though I tilted my head and let a smirk settle on my lips.
"Well isn't that unfortunate." I murmured as I set my pen on the table, a tense silence filling up the small room before a smile broke out on the redhead's face as her green eyes lit up.
"I've missed you, sister." She said as she moved towards me, my own smile brightening up my blue eyes as I stood and hugged her to me tightly.
"I've missed you too. Come and sit. I want to hear what my big sister has been up to." I said as I flicked my black hair over my shoulder, Natasha sitting down next to me though a cringe crossed her face making me sigh in apprehension.
"Unfortunately, this isn't a courtesy call." The redhead said as she looked down at the ground, my eyes rolling in exasperation though I assumed the same thing when I saw her.
"I expected as much, sestra. You don't exactly visit me anymore." I said with a playful smirk on my face, her eyes narrowing in challenge at the irritated tone in my voice.
"It's for your own safety. If people knew that we were related…." She said with an exasperated sigh, acting as if we've had this conversation multiple times which in all honesty we have.
"You act as if I cannot take care of myself. My trenirovalis' vmeste, my ne byli?" I whispered the second part in Russian, knowing that besides my sister only my bodyguards would understand and I trusted them with everything.
"But you are my little sister…." She said as she took a glance around the pub in London that she tracked me to, a flash of pride in my sister shooting through me as my eyes softened at her protectiveness.
"Yes, yes, I know. So…what is it you need?" I said with a tilted head as I took a sip of my rum and coke, watching as she sighed before focusing on me again.
"You're tracking skills." She said simply, my eyebrow rising in curiosity since she could track very well without my help.
"For what?" I said cautiously, setting my drink on the table as I focused on her more and noticed that she was tense and looking around the bar more often.
"Mne nuzhno nayti Zimniy Soldat." She muttered simply, my breath catching in my throat at the name though I tilted my head with narrowed eyes in surprise.
Translations (From Russian to English):
Sestra- Sister
My trenirovalis' vmeste, my ne byli? - We were trained together, were we not?
Mne nuzhno nayti Zimniy Soldat. - I need to find the Winter Soldier.