четыре (Four)

"Natalia."

"Well, I'll leave you two to chat." Kaylna nodded to her guards who swapped Sasacha's side for the princess's.

"Thank you, Princess."

"Agent Romanoff." On that note, the princess and her guards left the two assassins facing each other.

Natasha was looking at Sascha the way one might look at a guilty child.

"Natalia Romanova," Sascha remarked, mostly just to break the silence and tension in the room that had suddenly sky-rocketed.

"Sascha Shostakov," Natasha retorted.

"Сестра."

Natasha smirked. "Sis."

"You seem pretty close with the royalty,"

Natasha merely shrugged. "We met at the Accords signing."

"Heard that didn't go very well."

"It was complicated, to say the least."

"Hmm. I also hear you're a bit of a criminal now."

Again, Natasha shrugged, not seeming too concerned by this accusation. "Depends on who you ask. But then again, I guess that makes two of us."

"I guess so."

"Where's Yelena?" asked Natasha after another brief silence, both spies trying to read the other.

"What about her?" Speaking of Yelena, she was being very quiet on the other end of the radio line, most likely trying to assess the situation from where she was, only able to hear all that was going on.

"I know that wherever you are, she's close by, and vice-versa." Now Natasha smirked. "You know, it makes me happy you two stuck together all this time."

"Yes. Unlike you, who left."

"I did what I had to. What was right for me at the time."

Now it was Sascha's turn to shrug. "If you say so."

"So, where is our third Widow friend?"

"She's not here."

"But she's not far."

"Fair enough, though not that I would tell you."

"I'm sorry, which of us just got caught?"

"Or which of us is about to be?" Sascha sent a zap from her sting wristguard; Natasha was quick to dodge it though. She went crashing to the floor, arming herself by withdrawing her gun in case Sascha tried another attack. This gave Sascha time to flee out the window.

"Yel, if you're still there, the mission is compromised. You know what that means." Knowing Yelena, she was already onto their Escape Plan.

"Damn." Natasha was getting to her feet when Kalyna and her guards burst back into the room.

"I take it the talk did not go well."

"Nope. She's gone."

"I will send out a patrol."

"Thanks, but no need. This is between us," Natasha assured her.

"But you say she is dangerous."

"Oh, very. But she's like me. I'm sorry you had to get involved. Besides, I have a good feeling about where I'll find them."

Sascha just made the next train out of Sokovia heading to Budapest. Her radio line to Yelena was dead - she'd tried it a few times - so she guessed Yel had already fled.

People kept eyeing her, most likely trying to figure out whether or not she was really the princess. She put on a different accent for the remainder of the trip, just in case.

It was nearing midnight when she made it home. The apartment was dark when she reached it. Maybe she had beat Yelena home. However, she was sure Yel had gotten a head start.

She unlocked the door, slowly pushing it open, withdrawing her gun which she held firmly in her hands. She took the first few steps inside, greeted by silence and darkness. "Yel?"

She cut through the living room until she reached the doorway to the kitchen. She flicked the light on, revealing the empty room.

The gun shot from her hand, striking the floor across the room when it was kicked from her hand. Sascha barely had time to react before she was thrown to the ground - she did catch a flash of golden hair though.

She flipped herself back onto her feet, ducking when another swing was made her way, this time with a knife.

She kicked at the knife, then throwing Yelena to the ground once she was unarmed, using her same attack against her. This time, both rolled to the floor.

Sascha landed heavily on the rug with a groan that quickly dissolved into a chuckle. "So this is my welcome home, then?"

Yelena stretched out on the rug. "Just keeping you on your toes."

"Right."

They lay there on the floor, eyes locked, before both dissolving into a fit of giggles.

"I thought I might have beat you home."

"You're fast, but not that fast." Yelena grinned, propping herself up on her elbow to look at Sascha. "I got your stuff, by the way. Put it in our room."

"Ah, Спасибо. You think of everything."

"Well, we both had to get our asses out of there pretty quick."

"It worked." Sascha tucked her hands behind her head and stared up at the ceiling. "She was there, Natalia."

"I know. Which means she probably isn't far behind us."

"да."

"Put the vodka and pills back." The kitchen light flicked on to reveal a very not-so-happy Yelena standing in the doorway.

It was the middle of the night. They had had a long and busy and well, eventful day. Sascha should have been fast asleep. Her broken mind, however, had other ideas.

Sascha's hand froze where it was mid-reach in front of the half-empty bottle of vodka. "Uhh... I was thirsty."

Yelena's expression remained unchanged. "Try again."

Sascha sighed. "Dreams again."

Now Yelena sighed and came to pull up a chair at the table. "I tell you not to hide this from me."

"I don't want to bother you with it."

"And I tell you it's no bother. Please, believe me on that." Yelena took away both bottles.

Sascha buried her face in her hands. Yelena spun around when she heard a sob from the other woman.

"I'm just so damn tired."

"Oh, Любовь, I know. I'm sorry." Yelena sat next to her, resting Sascha's head against her shoulder and stroking her hair. "Tell me what you saw," she said after a moment.

"I saw red hair."

"Natasha."

"Unmistakably. And..."

"What?"

"Papa and Melina too..."

"Our old family."

"да."

"It's been so long since we've seen any of them..."

"да."

"Anything more with the yellow jewel?"

"No, not this time. Just them." It had been a while since she'd seen anything of the strange yellow glow.

"But she's coming, Natasha. She's probably already in Hungary."

Yelena nodded. "Then we'd best be prepared for her. A little welcome home for our sister dear."

Translations

Сестра - Sister

Спасибо - Thank you

да - Yes

Любовь - Love

Just had to have some flirty fighting between Sascha and Yelena ;)

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! :)