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A/N So my sick day was spent feeling ill, watching Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. And writing this. So I'm sorry it's not as good as normal.
We drop all the girls except Yana and Klara off at an orphanage in New York. One I've been to before, one that I know will run a DNA scan on all of them to see if and of their families are still alive. Clint and I sit in the pilots seats, wanting to ask each other questions, wanting to talk but we can't, not with everyone listening. So instead we, like every one else listen to the conversation Steve and James are having. It's not at all interesting as James is refusing to talk, and Steve isn't the most talkative man ever. The flight is long, too much waiting to see my little sister. I wonder if she'll like Yana and/or Klara. Talking of those two, they're talking really quietly in Russian whilst sitting in the far corner. Tony, bless him, goes over and asks if they're okay, and if they want anything. They politely say no, and go back to discussing... they're discussing Irina and Olga's deaths. "Clint..." I whisper. "I'm going to talk to them for a sec. Be right back." He nods as I climb over Steve and make my way over there.
"It's not your fault." I tell them.
"But it is, Miss Romanova. I suggested leaving." Yana tells me, her green eyes glassy.
"Natasha's fine, Yana. And if I hadn't come you guys so have tried to leave anyway, wouldn't you?" They both nod. "Then you would all be dead. Be grateful you two are still alive, yeah?" They both nod again. "I can't pretend to know what you're going through, but I just want you to know that you're welcome to talk to me whenever." I smile gently and turn. I take two steps before Yana speaks again.
"Miss Natasha?" She asks this time in English and I turn back, waiting for her to continue. "Thank you." She says and smiles brightly before turning back and talking to Klara. I jump back in to the pilots seat.
There's few minutes of silence before Clint asks me, "Are they okay?"
"No," I reply, "But they will be."
We land several hours later, and by that time I am more than ready to get off the awkward aeroplane, where the silence is tense and the tension is so thick you could cut it with a spoon. I've never understood that phrase. I'm the first off, having a door that's easy to open right by the side of me, rather than a huge slidey door the others all have to file out of. It's raining hard, water slashing down so that it's hard to see. I run to where I know the door to the warm dry onside should be, and collide with a person who's slightly smaller than me. Eva. Luckily the doors a push and I manage to keep us upright. "You shouldn't have done that for me." She says right off the bat.
"Maybe I shouldn't have, but I did." I reply just as quickly, and we are joined by the rest, all the Avengers, Yana, Klara, Falcon and James.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Eva repeats over and over. Her emotions are overloading her.
"Eva, calm down." I whisper. She begins to hyperventilate. "Anya." I look at Clint. He encourages everyone else in to th elevator, and they leave us. "Anya, it's okay. I'm fine, you're fine, I killed people that needed to be killed-"
"But Alia-" She interrupts, but I then cut her off.
"Everything is fine Anya. Some people got out of a bad place-"
"Alia-"
"No buts Anya. Promise me-"
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!" We're both silent for a moment, the only sound the lashing rain outside, before she continues, "He told me he'd killed you after he'd taken me, then you came and he actually got you and he said, 'I'm going to have fun with her tonight' and I thought he was actually going to kill you, and, and-"
"Calm down. I'm not dead. I thought you were dead for twenty two years, so payback." Anya smiles weakly. I give her a little hug and soon enough she's alright and back to asking questions.
"Who were those two girls? And that man?" She asks. Obviously she did notice the others coming in here. "I met Bruce and Thor when Clint and I got back but I didn't see them."
"The older girl is called Klara, she's 21. The younger ones Yana, whose just 13. I got them out of the Red Room, the place from which I escaped. From the short time I've known them, they seem like great girls. The man... You remember I got Steve that file?"
Anya nods and the realisation dawns on her. "The Winter Soldier? It's him?" I nod and tell her to get cleaned up so she can meet them.
A few minutes later we make it tot the communal floor where everyone else is. Without any pushing or promoting, she walks over to Klara and Yana and begins to make conversation with them in Russian. Everyone else seems to be relatively normal except me, Steve, James and... Clint. He keeps trying to make eye contact with me, because he knows I'm not alright. When we finally do, I see the worry on his face, as clear as a day. I immediately walk to the elevator, taking it to his floor. Seconds later he joins me.
"Tasha, are you okay?" Am I okay? No, I'm an assassin. I tell him this and Clint replies, "But did he hurt you?" My lack of answer tells him exactly how he hurt me. "Tash, he'll never hurt you again. We made sure of that." That we did. I bury my face in to his chest, and rest myself in to his arms. We stay like that for hours, and I'm not sure I'd ever like to move from that spot again.
A/N My notes said this chapter was supposed to be, "Steve and Bucky have a deep conversation on the way back that every one listens to, Clint and Natasha have deep conversation while Anya, Klara and Yana make friends." It didn't really turn out that way really though. Oopsies. Please review!