Shout out to Jo-Jo287 for reviewing.

I still haven't done a disclaimer. I don't own anything 'cept Eva. Done. Also I'm going back to school on Thursday (sadface) so the updates are probably going to go down to once a week, especially when the cross country season kicks in and I'll be running five kilometres around a muddy field every Saturday. Anyway, here's chapter three:

"What's in your locket?" I ask a couple of days later while I'm 'interrogating' her. Fury's given me two hours each day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, but I only have another week until they take her to the Fridge. Permanently. I guess I'll have to tell Fury soon, but I can't... not yet. And he hasn't even asked about my progress yet. Usually it would take a day or a few to get any thing out of anyone, longer if they're trained.

I got one of the people I'm acquainted with down in the labs to do a DNA test the other day, telling Fury that the Agent Harvey needed to assess her. I knew it would come out as a match, but I needed to check. This actually is Eva Anastasia Romanova, my little sister who should have died twenty two years ago.

"Umm..." She replies, looking slightly embarrassed. Eva unclasps the chain and takes it off. She puts it in to my hand, inviting me to open it. I try to open it, and fail. Her nimble fingers quickly open it and give it back to me. There's two photos, one on each side. One is of a man and a woman, who I assume were her surrogate parents and then on the other side, there's an older one of my parents, her and... me, I guess. I mean, this girl has my face, but she's so small, so innocent. I snap the locket back shut and hand it back to Eva.

"I can remember everything, Alia. Every single fucking thing. Every night, I see the fire, I hear the screams of Mama and Papa dying. I know it's my fault-" I cut her off quickly.

"Nothing is your fault. Never blame it on yourself. Petrovitch set that fire. It's his fault. He took me, ruined my life and yours too. And in some ways it's my fault. If I had never been seen by him, we would probably still be in Russia, living happy lives." These things I have contemplated for a long time, and although it's good to say the words, to vent them out of my system, it seems a little hypocritical. Telling my sister not to blame things on herself and then blaming things on myself, not good.

"Alia.. you shouldn't blame it on yourself either. But you've changed. A lot. As you would in twenty years. But what's happened to you?" Too much. Not just too much. Too much evil, hurt and pain.

"I've become an assassin." And that's the terrifying reality of it. I've become just as bad as the person who killed our parents- who I thought had killed Eva. I've killed children in a fire. Sick, ill children and their families who were already in hospital. I've tried to kid myself ever since that they were going to die anyway, but their families weren't. They would have had hopes and ambitions, goals to achieve and now they'll never get to achieve them.

"But what happened to you? You can't have just 'become an assassin' overnight. And how did you end up here. I've told you all about me... What about you?" She's right of course. I should tell her, to return the favour, but I can't inflict pain upon someone like that. I eventually told Clint, but he's live though pain like I have.

"I'm not going in to detail because although you would probably say that you could handle it, you couldn't. And I wouldn't be able to handle it either. So here's the abridged version. I was born in 1988, in Volograd in Russia. Two years later, my little sister was born. I had a perfect life with loving parents until I was six, when my parents and sister died in a fire, and I was kidnapped by the firestarter. I guess you could say it was like a school to begin with. They taught us languages, how to remember things, how to assemble and disassemble guns and other weapons. They were heavy on the physical fitness side of things, making sure we were ready for the combat training that came later. Two years after I began that life I could speak fluent English. That was also the day I realised the were giving us steroids. At first I thought it was to make us strong but it wasn't only that. It was to prep us for... brain washing but only to make us see things their way... I still had my memories if I thought about them hard enough.

After that the combat training began, and the lessons on how to kill people. When I was twelve I left the compound for the first time in eight years. I got the information and revived no punishment. It was at this time they started to kill the ones that failed. When I was fourteen I killed a man for the first time. By the time I was fifteen I was the only one in the black widow program who hadn't been killed. However, the next year I knew I had to get out of there. Either by dying or running away. I ran away two years later when I became a freelance assassin, doing jobs to earn money. Two years later my now boyfriend found me in a dark place, where I asked him to kill me, and he brought me in to S.H.I.E.L.D. A couple of months later I cracked and became an agent. Six years ago, so when I was twenty two, my boyfriend became my boyfriend on a rather dodgy mission that I'd rather not talk about, not just because I can't remember most of it, given I was shot and passed out from blood loss in the middle of the years ago the Avengers happened, and I made friends for one of the first times in my life. Recently nothing's really happened except finding out my sister's actually still alive." I finish and look at her expecting her to at least look like she hates me. Instead she looks sympathetic.

"Alia... I'm so sorry I should have looked harder... found you earlier..." She whispers, utterly confusing me.

"What?"

"All this time I thought my life was bad and I was really just being a a little brat I'm such a bad sister."

"You can't say that, I didn't even look for you. And there's nothing to be sorry for. I've been there, done it and nothing can change the past." I look at my watch, swear, tie her back up and preceed to ask her question that I already know the answer to. Only this time it's not a guard that comes and gets me, it's Fury.

"Romanoff, you've got a mission." I leave the room silently, and once I'm behind the director I shrug at Eva. I guess I'll see her in a couple of days.