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Chapter 18

Bianca came wake gasping for breath, her lungs hurt and chest tight, her throat was stuck and unable to breathe in any air. She felt a rough hand pulling her out of her bed then dragging her across the cold floor as she tried to breathe, coughing from forcefully being woken up.

"Since we couldn't find a way to make the serum work on her, I decided to keep her under. But I have to thank you, Natasha, you gave me my greatest weapon, and then you gave me a weapon against you," he said, "Say hello," he said, walking away from his secret weapon and Bianca laying there on the floor, her nervous system was a complete neurological mess. It would take her a while to wake everything up.

She could hear Dreykov speaking to someone as she struggled to breathe for a moment. For some reason, her lungs were fighting to take in deeper breaths than the shallow ones she would have taken in her sleep. She grunted and began to cough painfully when the person who had drug her from wherever she had been tossed her over a small drop step to a lower-level floor.

"Bianca?" a woman's breathless voice questioned with disbelief.

Natasha was in temporary shock. Bianca was alive. She'd been here this entire time? She had thought Bianca was dead, the news she had seen had ripped her apart, Tony had even buried her! the Funeral had been on live television! T'Challa had even sent his deepest condolences to the Avengers and formally announced his condolences to Steve and her, even if they were on the run, he'd wanted them to know how deeply sorry he felt for their pain.

-Memory-

The news had her crushed. When she'd asked Rick to dig into it for her since she couldn't risk anything being found, the report he'd given to her had Natasha in disarray. She'd sat in her trailer for days just staring at the wall, drinking beers, bourbon, anything to make the pain go away. She'd even stared at her pistol for a few hours just debating. She'd had to clean up the trailer after she had thought it had all been confirmed. When Yelena had asked her if she'd wanted any children, Natasha had smiled sadly and told her about Bianca, showing her the small picture of Bianca and herself she still hand on her of when they had taken a picture during training. They'd both been smiling, laughing. Their ponytailed hair had been a mess and covered in sweat, a few bruises from the training but that was normal. "She was sixteen, and I missed it. Sweet sixteen…" She'd given the picture to Yelena to keep, looking at it hurt too much.

"When we kill Dreykov, when the Red Room is no-more, we will find who did this, and we will make him suffer," Yelena had tried giving the picture back to Natasha but the redhead had sadly refused it, and Yelena had seen the pain in the woman, her resolve to not to break, not yet. It was what Yelena had imagined was a mother's true grief of losing her baby. Sixteen or not, Bianca had been Natasha's baby. She'd slipped the small photo into a pocket at her chest, just over her heart.

When they had found Melina, the woman had said nothing of Dreyokov having a young girl in the Red Room that seemed to be able to fight and burn out the serum he used for controlling the Widows, meaning that Melina had no idea Bianca was here. And neither Natasha nor Yelena had brought Bianca up when they'd had that heartbreaking and awakening 'reunion'. It had hurt them all really, but it had nearly destroyed Yelena. Her thinking the best part of her life had been a complete lie, and Natasha had been a part of that lie, but she had loved Yelena, still did.

-Present-

The soft taps of dress shoes came near her, "It's alright, leave us," he said dismissing all who had been in there other than himself, Natasha, and Bianca as he knelt and lifted Bianca's dazed self up, she was waking up form the drug they'd continued to inject into her. But the wake-up dose they'd given her was fighting the other injection, making her nauseous and dizzy and confused and her legs were weak, wobbly. Her body was not functioning as it should have. How long was she unconscious?

Looking around with her eyes trying to focus on the sinning room she saw a red-headed woman in black clothing. Her voice continued to echo in her head. She knew that voice. "Mom?" but that was impossible, Natasha had no idea she was here. She hissed, feeling a knife being pressed into her stomach. That definitely brought her attention to what was real and what was not, and this, this right here was real. "What's going on?" she asked.

"Oh, shut up, you little bitch," Dreykov mumbled out with aggravation, tossing her away from him and aiming the gun at the girl. "All I have to do is pull the trigger," he said, pulling the trigger as he said he could and would do. But he's missing intentionally, the bullet missing the girl by possibly an inch.

Natasha had sucked in a frightened breath, listening to Bianca's small scream and the way the girl had curled up and Dreykov had him laughing at her. She knew Bianca was much stronger than this, but after the time here, it was understandable she was terrified, the man was a monster that only knew how to scare little girls.

Smirking at the woman that stood before him, Dreykov shrugged at her when she returned a burning glare to him, "See,"

Natasha glared at the bastard, her heart had sunk with panic when he'd teased the knife into Bianca's stomach, and when he'd fired the gun at her daughter, she'd taken a step forward to attack, but the realization that she couldn't hurt him, meaning she couldn't kill him even if she wanted too. "If you hurt her, I swear I will make you suffer far more than that pathetic, evil little mind of yours could ever comprehend," she growled. An angry tear worked its way down her face. "You're the one responsible for that girl's death, aren't you?" Natasha demanded. When he shrugged and nodded, Natasha had felt sick.

"He killed her, mom, he had her butchered like she was nothing," Bianca wept at the mention of the girl. "It should have just been me," she cried. She couldn't lift herself up, her arms were weak, her legs were nearly unresponsive. They likely gave her a neurological block so if she did wake up she couldn't escape. And the memory of what she had seen on the screen, of what had been done to the girl had her guilty of the girl's death. He had faked her death just to use it to his advantage until Natasha got to him, then use it to throw her mother off guard, he had no idea it would only piss her off more than anything.

"Bianca, I love you, but just for a moment, please, stop talking," Natasha said softly, her glare burning holes into the man she really wanted to gut open.

Nodding, Bianca played back against the floor, knowing that her complete breakdown was definitely not helping her mother, she focused on trying to move her legs, her hands, her arms while Natasha antagonized Dreykov. Seeing the knife on the floor a few feet away from her, Bianca closed her eyes and bit down on her tongue, making herself focus through the panic. This was so real it was terrifying. But she knew deep down she was better than this. She could move, she just had to fight through it. She would not be the childish damsel she had made herself to be when she fell for Klaue and Dreykov's trap.

"No one is perfect, Bee, now, get the hell up!" She wasn't sure why her Aunt Peg's voice had shot through her, but it had helped, grunting as she lifted herself up, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth, but when she heard the sound of something slamming into the desk, Bianca snapped her head over to see what the hell had just happened, her other's head was coming up from the desk.

"Severing the nerve," Natasha whispered in response to him with a smirk before she attacked him.

Bianca watched in shocked disbelief as Natasha circled around to the man, the monster, she'd been about to kill him for good when the door to the office slid open and Bianca felt sick all over again. Widows were lining up the doorway. Looking to her mother, Bianca pushed herself up off the floor and tried to run for Natasha, she turned back to the widows as one held a shot a hook into her mother's back and yanked her back. Instead, she rushed Dreykov, however, her body seized in stabbing him with the knife, it was like a forcefield was around him, but she knew that wasn't that case. She tried over and over again to stab the man. Wanted to rip that smirking grin off his face as he turned and smirked at her.

"Well, at least that works," he said, taking his index finger and gently tapping said figure at the bone structure between her eyes and ran it down to the tip of her nose and ended his little tease with a tap to her nose. "Can't hurt me, little girl, can't kill me, as I told your dear mother, pheromones." He told her and laughed when one of his widows kicked the girl in the stomach, sending her across the floor. "No one leaves this room until Romanoff is dead. Make them hurt," he said, walking out with his head held high.

Lifting herself up Bianca watched with weak limbs as the Widows advanced Natasha, "Like hell," and she attacked, fighting back-to-back with Natasha to keep them from killing the other. Natasha and Bianca weren't exactly losing, but they also were not winning either, that was for sure. Scissor kicking one widow, Bianca grabbed the downed woman's batons, spun down on bent knees, and took out another woman's legs right out from under her and slightly winced at the nasty thunk the woman's body had made when she'd hit the floor, "Sorry," she whispered and went for another one.

"Did you really just apologize!" Natasha shouted over the explosions and the women attacking her. She shouted when one kicked the back of her knee, making her crumble under the collective strength. When one got her arms locked behind her back the others began to attack.

Charging the circled group attacking Natasha, Bianca slid into the circle, knocking away one widow's kick aimed for Natasha's face with the baton, kicked her leg out, and clipped her in her inner thigh dropping her with a moaned groan, "I won't this time," Bianca answered with a steeling glare as she jumped and scissor kicked another, fell back onto her back to catch herself and repealed herself back up and round-house kicked another. Honestly, she hadn't noticed the explosions, which kind of concerned her to the fact that someone could have been shooting at them and she may not have considered that a potential threat. Not unless this had just started of course. Biana turned and tackled Natasha out of the widow's hold at the next explosion that came overhead. When they blinked after a moment of not being attacked, both Bianca and Natasha looked up and over around the group of women all looking around confused and curiously as a blonde ran into them, helping Natasha up from the floor.

Looking at the young woman who'd held her up with confusion, but grateful she wasn't attacking her or her mother, it took Bianca a moment to realize that they weren't attacking them because whatever had been released over them had somehow freed them from the serum that had been controlling them. When her mother shouted, Bianca's head snapped towards Natasha and the blonde, she'd felt a surge of panic at she'd stabbed her mother to kill her. She calmed down quickly when the blonde rubbed the spot she'd removed the hook from Natasha's shoulder and softly apologized. Feeling her body calming down from the adrenaline and all the fear she'd been in, Bianca felt her tears burning her eyes, but she wouldn't cry just yet. They weren't safe. But it wouldn't stop her from hugging Natasha. Before she knew it, she was wrapped up in Natasha's arms. "Can I cry yet?" she asked.

Softly laughing, Natasha sniffed back her own burning tears, burning her nose into Bianca's hair, and kissed the girl's temple, "Not yet… Let's get off this thing first… Then we can be emotional, then we can find your father." She told her.

"What do we do now? Where do we go?" one asked.

Looking over Bianca's head, Natasha took a deep breath to calm herself down and rubbed Bianca's back, and looked at each Widow, "Anywhere, you're free to make your own choices," with the next explosion somewhere on the station and more quickly occurring, Natasha looked to Yelena then kissed Bianca's head, "Go, get out of here, I still have to get the data- No, Bianca, you are getting off here," she said giving the girl a hard look. Glancing up over to the widows she took a breath of hope. "Take her with you, she is not to stay here, no one is, no widow is to be left here."

"Yes," they said in unison, one stepping forward and taking Bianca's hand, walking the girl out with them.

Walking past Natasha and the blonde, Bianca held eye contact with both women as she passed them, her hand taking hold of the blondes as soon as she had let go of her mother's.

Watching them leave, Yelena looked to her sister with a look of disbelief, "That was-"

"Dreykov faked her death, wasn't exactly very smart on his part, but he still had a young girl murdered in Bia's place, she's never going to be able to live that down. My daughter now has another scar she's going to have to carry for the rest of her life. It was one I was trying to keep her safe from."

Taking Natasha's hand, Yelena blinked back the relief of tears that the girl was in fact still alive, but her heart remained to ache for the girl who'd been butchered in Bianca's place. "You can't protect her from everything, Natasha, but you can teach her to live with them, to be able to look in a mirror and still love herself for being as strong as the woman she calls mother."

Smiling to Yelena, Natasha nodded, "Go, I'll catch up, Dreykov can't leave this station," she told her.

Running with the Widows as they made their way onto the platform for an aircraft, Bianca pulled the wide door open for them, "Sooo, who knows how to fly this thing?" she asked as the widows began to file in. When she got a collective rais of hands she couldn't help but grin, "Good, means I won't be alone in this." She screamed when the platform shook and came out the form under them. Had she not been holding onto the door she'd have been going the other way rather than with the falling plane. But the girls weren't all strapped in, most held onto one another trying not to fly out the door. Not liking what she was going to do, Bianca growled at herself for being stupid, and anchored herself at the opening of the outside door, "Get it started and fly this thing!" she shouted over the screaming wind. Pulling herself partially into the craft she screamed when a hard body slammed in behind her both hitting the wall. Wrapping her leg back around the person who'd come in with her, Bianca turned and found the fully armored soldier and grinned wickedly. "Oh, I am going to enjoy this," she growled. Throat punching the person she grabbed up onto the rope line and kicked them out, one of the Widows slamming the door closed. "Wasn't exactly as enjoyable as I was hoping, but it'll do," she breathed.

"Who are you?" a girl about her age asked curiously.

"Bianca Rogers, the redhead is my mother, nice to meet you." She said, nodding to the girl.

"But she is a Widow herself, Black Widow's trained in the Red Room can't have children," another stated.

"I'm adopted," she clarified, resting back against the metal wall as the woman flew the craft through the debris.

"So, she trained you then?" another asked.

"Yeah, she and a handful of the other Avengers, though I suppose I am a lot more gullible than I originally thought." She held her breath at the top of the craft behind hit by debris and caught the youth Widow from falling on her face. "I got ya," she told her and the two stood. Stumbling towards the front of the craft she looked through the shield and pointed to the right of them, "There, get us out that way, we can turn around and go back for them,"

"There's no way they'd have survived this," the one flying said.

"They're alive, trust me, if that blonde is who I think she is, they are both very much alive."

It felt like forever until they landed and the door slid open to the rest of the widows disembarking the craft. Seeing the blonde and Natasha likely giving their farewells to one another and Natasha taking the hand of a brunette being helped by a man in a red suit, Bianca took off into a run, "Mom!" It was like a screaming cry of fear and relief, leaping into the redhead's arms, she held the woman tightly, her tears rolling down her face whether she liked it or not. She cried into Natasha's neck and shoulder as they fell to their knees holding onto one another.

She couldn't describe how amazingly blessed she felt right now, she was alive. Opening her burning eyes as they ran with tears of happiness, she looked up to Melina and Alexie both looking at them with shock, and smiled, kissing the side of Bianca's head with a big smile, "My baby, oh sweet girl, I am never letting you go anywhere without me knowing. But right now, you have to go," she cried, grabbing Bianca's face as the girl pulled from their embrace shaking her head, pleading her not to make her leave, "You have to, you're going with family, yes you are, Yelena, and your grandparents yes you are. You are going with them, you will stay with them until I come to get you. Am I clear? They can teach you where I can't, where Steve and the rest can't teach you, they can. Be better than me, you will be better than I ever could be. Let them teach you…" She begged the crying girl, looking up to Melina and Alexie walking to them, Melina leaning a hand over Bianca's shoulder to take the girl's hand from Natasha's as she unwrapped her silently weeping daughter's hand from around her, Natasha nodded and cleaned Bianca's tears from her face and kissed her brow, her eyes tightly closed and stood them up off the ground. "Go, Ross is coming and he will put you somewhere that I will never be able to reach you, Bianca, you have to go." Giving Bianca one last good squeeze, Natasha let her daughter go and walked away towards the screaming sirens.

She didn't want to go, she didn't want to leave her mother, "I just found you," she whispered, watching Natasha walk away from her as the woman and the man helping her walk carefully walked away from Natasha leaving.

Hearing Bianca's whispered words, Natasha felt her heart shred as she turned and looked at the distraught teenager, "I'll find you this time, how's that?"

"Promise?"

"Promise," and with that, Bianca was loaded up onto the aircraft, her fingers laced through Melina's hand, her head resting against the woman's shoulder as they flew away. She hadn't been paying attention at all to Yelena and Melina looking at Alexie shaking their heads to him to not say anything.

Shaking his head to Melina and Yelena, Alexie sighed and leaned to look over Melina to Bianca's sad and depressed expressions, "So, you're Natasha's adopted daughter?" he asked softly.

Not really wishing to speak, Bianca nodded to his question. She had just found Natasha and she was making her leave, just like Steve had, but, then again, they'd both had their reasons, and she had already learned one lesson the hard way after Steve had told her not to go looking for Natasha, she figured it was not a wise choice to disobey the other parental figure after disobeying the first one.

Sitting back against the metal wall of the aircraft, Alexie looked dead across to Yelena who was giving him a confused look then back over to Bianca and sat back against the wall of his seat and looked ahead of him, his hand lacing through Melina's hand sitting beside him, "I'm a grandpa?" he asked softly, it was like it was something he had never comprehended in his entire life.

His question had finally clicked with Yelena and Melina, even the rest of the Widows what Alexei had said. Not many, if any at all, in their line of training and job settings, especially a Black Widow, whose womb and uterus, everything reproductive-wise was removed, even against their will. It was something they all knew they'd never have unless it was adopted related who then that child would later have a child, but even then that was a blessing to have to them, that they had succeeded in giving a child a life full of love to pass on that love to another child. Whether it was born or adopted themselves.

Yelena felt a smile spread across her lips to the man staring off into space with disbelief, the ripping shock on Melina's face as she looked at the man sitting beside her, "Yeah, Alexie, you and Momma are grandparents," she said, looking to Bianca who returned eye contact Yelena let reality sink in completely. "And I am an Aunt," she whispered.

A sad smile turned up onwards at the blonde, she hadn't realized just how serious that could be to people who had everything taken from them, because she truly hadn't had that happen, not like them. The option to make your own choices, to have a family. Wiping the tears slowly rolling down her face away, Bianca sniffed back all the sadness of her mother leaving, Ross likely cuffing her like a criminal he was labeling her with.

Still curious, but only over one thing, Alexie realized he didn't even know his own granddaughter's name. Feeling awkward, he leaned forward once again, "Uh, I seem to realize that, um, we do not know your name." he stated softly.

Softly laughing at the man, Bianca sat up from the woman's arm she was using as a sulking pillow and looked at the two looking at her, their eyes full of wonder and… love, to someone they never thought they'd met. "Bianca, Bianca Margaret Lou Rogers,"

His lips twitched a little, until the last name struck a chord in him, "Wait, Rogers? A-as in, Steven Rogers? Captain America Steve Rogers?" Alexie asked with shock.

Bitting back her chuckle, Bianca cleared her throat and nodded a little, "He's my granduncle, his sister was my grandmother. He and Natasha and the rest of the Avengers adopted me a handful of years ago because Nat and Steve were paranoid enemies would find me, so, they figured either the team adopted me giving me further protection and frankly a little bit too much stability, but all understandable precautions or they just didn't adopt me, so, the team went ahead and adopted me, I'm technically the daughter of the Avengers Team if we're speaking legally, but Steve and Natasha had a separate adoption Contract that legally adopted me to them. So… Yeah, it's a complete mess really." She tried to explain that a bit quickly, but their collective confusion had her softly sighing and looking at Yelena, "I shouldn't try breaking that down right now, should I?"

Shaking her head with a smile, Yelena cleared her throat softly, "No, not just yet. Let's just-"

"Rest?" she asked. Getting an agreed nod from both Yelena and Melina, the latter who gently squeezed her hand had Bianca nodding to them, "I totally agree, rest sounds fantastic,"

And rest they certainly had, Melina had given coordinates to her home, so they had somewhere to go for a while and fully rest and recover, plan their next moves to help the other widows still under Dreykov's serum.