Hey Sis
Their gazes all fell on you, who’s strung up from the ceiling by your wrists. Your hair is matted on you face and a black muzzle covers the lower half. You aren’t bothered by the fact that you’re forced to stand on the tips of your toes to relieve the pressure on your shoulders. Nor do you seemed bothered by the pain the severe bruises on your body must be causing. And the muzzle doesn’t bother you in the least bit. In fact you whole body is relaxed. Then they noticed your eyes.
“Her eyes,” mutters Clint staring at you in sick fascination. “They’re…”
“Dead.” States Natasha stepping forward. As she moves you snap your head up and your gaze locks on Natasha’s. In that moment Nat no longer saw death, she saw herself reflected. “Sofia?”
Flashes of a time long ago flit through Nat’s mind. She saw two small girls giggling and laughing. Those same girls being forced to train in the Red Room. Green eyes stare into (e/c) ones as the two girls lie cuffed to their beds facing each other. A small smile as the younger girl presses a kiss to the older one’s cheek. The sounds of screaming as the younger girl is forced to make her first kill. Nat blinks as she recalls moments of her youth that shaped her into who she is today.
You look away and then do an impressive lift as you pull your legs above you head to grab onto the chain holding you up so you can unhook your wrists from where they were hung. When you land perfectly on your feet you hunch your back and roll your shoulders trying to stretch out the muscles before unlocking your bonds with ease. You yank off the muzzle and stretch your jaw, “I never understood why they bothered trying to torture me. Seemed pointless.”
“Sofia?” Nat asks again her voice tight with emotion.
You give the gathered agents a cool, appraising look and frown, “The name’s (y/n). Any reason you all decided to bust in and start killing people?”
Clint looks between Nat and you with a furrowed brow. “Is everything okay Nat?” His bow is drawn and an arrow is notched and waiting to be used should the need arise. From what he can tell you’re the most dangerous thing in the building and from the way you move you wouldn’t go down easily. If you decides to attack they won’t see it coming.
Nat’s expression drops and she looks hurt. “No. Never mind must be my mistake.”
“Uh huh,” mutter Clint.
You stare at them both without expression before speaking. “Okay so you guys are obviously busy so I’m going to leave. You know things to do, places to go, people to kill. Maybe we’ll see each other again. I hear Budapest is nice this time of year…”
“Hey wait!” Clint shouts going to run after you but you’re already vanishing into the darkness.
“До свидания сестра” (Goodbye sister) you whisper from the shadows and Nat’s head whips toward the noise so fast she cracks her neck.
“Sofia! No come back!” she calls out in a panic. No words answer this time only silence. “Dammit! Search the facility.” Black Widow shouts at the agents and the scatter to search the warehouse from top to bottom one last time only to find nothing. (Y/n) is gone.
Nat and Clint sit side by side on the flight back and Clint can see the agitation in Nat’s whole demeanor. “What’s wrong Nat? Talk to me.” He pleads. “How did you know that woman, (y/n)?”
“Sofia,” whispers Nat. “Her name was Sofia Karina Romanova and she’s my little sister.”