So I fucked up the date again, I wasn't thinking it's not 2012 yet I am so sorry. This was later than anticipated all my teachers simultaneously screwed me over.

October 15th 2011

Bella sat in the clinic hiding behind a magazine whenever the door opened. She hadn't told anyone, Klara was the only one who know. But it would be over soon and she'd never have to think about it. No one would have to know, especially not her parents. Bella had had several anxiety attacks over if they ever found out. In truth it probably wouldn't have been that bad, a lecture about responsibility and grounded for a very long time. But Bella had fears they would eviscerate her, which wasn't true. When her name was called she practically jumped out of her seat. A smiling woman waved her inside, luckily no question were asked and no one questioned her. Probably because of her age. When it was over, she was told to rest, to call if she found anything abnormal. As soon as she stepped outside she spotted Klara in a Starbucks across the street sipping on hot chocolate. She waved her sister across the street into the Starbucks. Bell expected her to ask how it went, that seemed like the sort of thing Klara would do. But she didn't, maybe she was more grown up then she thought.

"I'd avoid having sex until you know what the heck you're doing." Klara deadpanned before returning to her drink. Bella sighed, that was more like it.


One thing Bella refused to admit about herself is that she was a terrible liar, and for that reason she stuck to life's may rules and didn't understand why someone wouldn't. So when they got back to their home and Clint asked casually what they'd been up to Bella was thankful Klara jumped at the chance to say they'd gone to the book store but hadn't bought anything. Klara then went into a rant about poorly written female characters as Bella slipped upstairs away from her father to do some serious soul searching. She still couldn't figure out the exact reason she decided to have sex, and be irresponsible about it. If there was one thing she was not its irresponsible. There wasn't any pressure, if there was she wouldn't have punched him hard and left. There wasn't any great desire either. There was nothing wrong with him, he loved her she should love him. Bella frowned, they'd been together nearly two years isn't it time she loved him? She bit her tongue was she even attracted to him?

"KLARA!" she shouted. She heard her sister groan and run up the stairs then burst into her room.

"WHAAAATTT!" she shouted. Bella winced, she was developing a stress induced headache and that didn't help.

"Am I attracted to Kyle? You notice things like that."

Klara rolled her eyes "What an excellent time to question that Bella." Klara muttered while closing the door.

"It's not my place to tell you who to make out with. I just judge you quietly, alone in my room. With no friends. Seriously, how can nobody like me? I'm great, this is just impossible."

Bella frowned "I'm having a crisis, we are talking about ME!"

Klara sighed "You're serious? Attracted how? I've talked to the guy, he's a good guy. Romantically? You've been together for like forever I mean…" Klara trailed off eyeing her sister.

"You've been together forever and this is your last year of school and you don't want to coordinate your future so you don't lie him anymore." Klara offered with a shrug. Bella shook her head and sat up.

"I don't think that's it. Part of it maybe. I'm not good at this like you I'm not all intuitive and blunt."

Klara stared at Bella then clucked her tongue "This seems like the kind of thing you should sort out by yourself." She mumbled and stood up. Klara paused in the doorframe

"Hey, I met Captain America." She said with a smirk before dashing out of Bella's room.


October 17th 2011

The following Monday went exceptionally badly for both girls. Klara got in a fight. She didn't start the fight, but she did finish it. It been over a month since school started and she was fed up with not being able to make any friends. That norming on the car ride to school Bella said "Maybe if you'd expanded your circle in middle circle from Becca and Flo you wouldn't be in your position." Klara wanted to reply with 'Maybe if you hadn't had sex you wouldn't be a paranoid basket case about people finding out about your abortion' but she held her tongue. In fact she held silence until the end of lunch. Klara had hoped that the stereotypical steals your lunch money, shoves you in locker bully didn't exist. Apparently it did and he was very vocal. It was the same kid she'd run into on accident on her first day. He decided it would be fun to point out to the entire grade 9 and 10 lunch period that Klara didn't have any friends, Klara retaliated by saying

"Can I point out your bloody nose?" Then punching him, not hard enough to break it but hard enough to make him leave her alone. However what happened next made Klara think Bella might be right about her being a little impulsive because she now how detention for an hour after school. For the entire week. Klara figured she was going to be very lectured by her entire family and possibly Coulson before Clint gave her a sly smile and recounted a story of how he did something similar at her age. But Klara didn't make it home that night. As soon as the last bell ended Klara texted her sister

Have detention for an hour, wait maybe?

OH MY GOD NO! DETENTION? WHAT! YOU ARE WALKING!

Klara tried convincing her sister but she needed to turn her phone off. Apparently it hadn't occurred to either girls that they weren't alone walking anywhere alone for a reason. It had been so long without an incident or a threat that the girls had basically forgotten about the red room. Constantly hanging over their heads. Bella had to stay at school for an extra 50 minutes so realistically she could have waited but decided this was the right way to punish her sister so she didn't. By the time Bella got home Klara already started her trek home.


"YOU LET HER GO HOME ALONE!" Natasha screamed as Clint came running down the stairs

"Bella what the hell were you thinking?" he said in an eerily calm voice.

"She got detention, I figured she'd screw off during it and she would need some time to reflect on" Natasha cut her off by grabbing Bella's car keys and tossing them to Clint.

"Call her and get the car ready. She then disappeared into a rom off the kitchen. Bella stood there shocked as her father ran into the garage. Natasha reappeared holding two hand guns and several magazines

"Lock up, stay put." She ordered before going into the garage and slamming the door behind her.

"Anything?" Natasha asked as they pulled out of the driveway. Clint looked somber, "Keeps going to voicemail. Where do you want to start?"

Natasha clenched her fits "Subway station closest to the school."

Clint nodded and handed his phone to Natasha "Keep calling."

Natasha sighed "Just like last time."


The girls were 8 and almost 12. At this point they both went to the same school and they were playing outside waiting for their parents. Normally there were SHIELD agent's watching them but when both of the level 5 agents turned up dead 3 days after it the girls disappeared it was obvious what had happened. Bella and Klara were on the swings when a man came from behind and grabbed the chains stopping them. Bella grabbed Klara's hand and started pulling her away but they didn't run very far before a needle was slipped into each of their necks and bags were yanked over their heads.


The abduction was the reason Klara needed a liver transplant, the drugs that had been used to render and keep them unconscious were being used in the same dosage for each girl. Bella being 12 and bigger than Klara could take it, she bounced back quickly. Klara didn't.


Klara wasn't clear on what happened but now there was a bag on her head, a gad in her mouth and her head hurt like hell. She tried to move her arms and legs to find them bound. Klara's heart sped up and panic started to set in her first thought was, 'Fuck you Bella'. She couldn't hear anything around her. No voices or movement, but then whatever she was in lurched and someone near her grunted. Maybe the driver, she powered her head toward what must be the floor of a car and listened for the hum of the wheels. Thankfully it was there meaning she wasn't on a plane yet. Klara considered calling on of her parents for a ride when she got out of detention but she really didn't want to endure the car ride so she'd opted not to call. She regretted that now. The car or van stopped. 'Shit' she thought. Her throat tightened and she could feel her hands shaking, if Klara tried to stand up her knees wouldn't hold her weight. A door opened and she felt herself being seized by the shoulders and lifted out of whatever she was in. Klara kicked out, she collided with what she hoped was someone's head. Someone else retaliated by slamming their fist into her stomach knocking the air out of her lungs. After a moment of struggling to move she was tossed quite uncomfortably into what she figured what a trunk of a car. Klara tried to find where the taillight might be and kick it out but she couldn't see and it was hard to breathe under the cloth bag on her head. Klara laid back, as soon as this bag was off her head she was ready to fight.


Agent's Coulson, Hill and May were assigned to the case. Natasha and Clint were allowed on since it as their child that was mission but instead of trying to keep them away Fury let them hover and provide intel. Natasha was furious with Bella, Clint remained calm.

"It was stupid but even after what happened to her when she 12 Iza never really grasped the danger she's in."

Natasha huffed "Why didn't Klara call us?"

Clint smirked "To let us know she had detention because she punched someone? There's a reason she punched them and she doesn't want us to know. The kid probably had it coming."

Natasha surveyed the agents work. They making sure no flights commercial or private left New York and were monitoring all flights going into Russia.

"It's not gonna be enough." Clint said. Natasha frowned

"What are you going to do? Go full out Budapest?"

Clint smiled "Steal a jet and go out on my own mission. Maybe." Despite his smile his voice was solemn. Natasha stared at the screens.

"Should we get suited up?" she whispered to him. He gave her a brief nod and the two agents left the command deck of the Helicarrier.


Bella hadn't heard from her parents or anyone. The house was on lockdown and she was alone in it. The last time something had happened to Klara she'd been there to try and keep her safe. 'A lot of good I did this time' she thought. Klara would probably try and tell her it wasn't her fault. 'Maybe if I wasn't so bent on making sure she turns out okay. Klara's fine, I'm the basket case' she told herself. Even when Bella was home alone the house seemed livelier but the steel that was now drawn over all the windows kept what was left of the fading daylight out and Bella hadn't bothered to turn on any lights, it was dead silent and dark. But even in the dark she knew her family was okay, but now it seemed like the house had grown cold.


When Clint and Natasha took off no one threatened to shoot them out of the sky, which was odd. But word travelled fast and anyone with an ounce of sense knew better than to mess with the Black Widow and Hawkeye, much less their children.

Nat we don't know where we are going, where Klara will be. We don't even know if it was the red room. Tasha."

She stared straight ahead "It's them Clint, you know it's them."

Clint nodded "Yeah." He muttered.

There were more minutes of silence between them until Clint turned to her again.

"Are you okay?"

Natasha frowned "There's only so much use the red room could get out of an 8 year old. She's 14, they're going to be using different tactics she'll be more heavily guarded. It's going to be harder this time."

Clint clenched his jaw, he knew what they did with teenage girls. His knuckles tightened around the steering wheel of the jet. That wasn't happening to his daughter.


Klara had never realized how much she hated tight spaces until she'd spent what she assumed was over an hour in the trunk of a car. Wouldn't it make sense if she were getting tossed onto a plane right now? The red room was based in Russia and they take young girls and turn them into master seductress's/ assassins and they usually kill themselves when they're 19. That was the extent of Klara's knowledge and it wasn't much. Bella had mentioned in passing that they had bases in major cities in Europe. How an organization like that managed to stay under the radar of the law Klara couldn't understand, but most people don't know SHIELD exists maybe it wasn't that hard. As of now Klara's panic had subsided, she was proud of herself she hadn't screamed or cried yet. She was holding out because a part of her hoped this wasn't the red room, other people who hated her parents but not the red room. Klara realized she was fresh out of luck on that front when the trunk opened and the bag was ripped off her head. Two very beautiful but very threatening teenage girls yanked her out of the car. Klara was sure she'd heard a man driving the first car she was in. But the gender of her kidnappers was the least of her problems. Both girls looked terrified and Klara's heart began to race all over again. Natasha never told her girls how the mind control worked, maybe they knew what they were doing and they couldn't stop. Or maybe they were doing this out of fear. The one to Klara's right with stringy blonde hair and had tears welling in her piercing blue eyes. The darer skinned girl with pin straight black hair to Klara's left looked somber but panicked nonetheless. Klara struggled against the cloth wrapped around her head keeping her from talking. The blonde glanced at her "sorry" she mouth and pulled a Taser form inside her jacket and brought it to the back of Klara's neck.

"MMMMM!" Klara protested before her vision blurred and her world went black.


When Bella had panic attacks she threw up, she envied that Klara didn't have the same reaction. It was the third time in the past hour, at this point she was just dry heaving. No one had called her yet and she hated waiting. As bad as the consequences of leaving the house might be, the wrath of her parents or being hunted by what could be the red room she couldn't just do nothing. BY now someone had probably flown to Russia, but what if that's not where Klara was headed? She walked across her room to her laptop. Engineering in general was what she was good at, robotics, chemical and computer. She thought for the longest time that she would work in biomechanics she'd begun to rethink that decision in favor of mechanical engineering or weapons design. SHIELD was always in need of weapons design and robotics to her was fascinating. She had never old any of her family but Tony Stark was her idol. Not that she'd ever say that out loud considering her mother had met him and didn't have many good things to say. Unbeknownst to her parents had developed quiet the skill in computer hacking, one might think that she would never do such a thing because of how much she liked to lay by the rules. Bella's logic was as long as she didn't change anything or see something she wasn't supposed to she wasn't breaking the rules she liked to follow. Hacking New York Subway security systems? Not a problem, completely harmless. She tapped away on her computer ignoring the buzzing of her phone, she glanced over. It was Kyle, she normally would have answered, and she always answered but not in life or death situations. As soon as she found the footage for around 4:15 that day she waited for Klara to come bounding down the subway steps, right on cue she did and was immediately ambushed by two men, the camera never caught their faces. That was the point, people like this knew what they were doing. Bella sighed and watched sister's head get slammed on the wall and dragged away. Bella's eyes burned. If she had bothered to wait the extra ten minutes this wouldn't have happened. Instead of Klara being god knows where and her parents AWOL looking for her they'd be getting ready for dinner. The difference a few minutes can make.