Chapter 2
Yelena was celebrating her upcoming adoption with MJ, Peter, and Ned with pizza and sodas at the pizzeria closest to the tower.
Yelena tries not to sigh heavily when a group of men in suits enter and make their way toward them. MJ stiffens, sliding closer to Yelena to grab her hand under the table.
Yelena’s reaching for one of the knives on her person to defend herself when they stop in front of the table. “We’re busy.”
The first MIB glances her over. “White Widow, we’ve been sent to bring you in.”
“We’d like to do it without a shootout this time,” The second tacks on.
Yelena’s grip tightens on her knife. “And if I refuse?”
The first sighs, his face pinched in discomfort. “We’d really like for you to come with us.” He stressed.
Yelena clicks her tongue against her teeth but moves to stand. MJ grabs her arm and stands as well which leads to Peter and Ned standing.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Yelena turns toward MJ. “They’re not gonna hurt me. They haven’t even drawn their guns yet.”
“You can’t just leave!” MJ stressed, curling her fingers into Yelena’s shirt to try and get her to stay. `
“Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” Yelena tells MJ. “I know who they are. Look at me.” MJ’s eyes flicker to look up at Yelena. “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.”
MJ swallows hard. “The last time this happened you were shot.”
“I know,” Yelena pulls MJ into her arms and hugs her quickly. MJ adjusts her grip to hug Yelena back tightly. “It’s okay. I’m not getting shot.”
“Come on,” Peter reaches out slowly to set a hand onto MJ’s shoulder. “We shouldn’t make them wait.”
MJ slowly lets Peter peel her off of Yelena. “You better come back in one piece.” She said and Yelena nods.
“Call me sister,” Yelena tells MJ. “Tell her that I’m going to be with Maria. She’ll know what that means.”
MJ gives a small nod and Yelena glances at the men that were waiting.
“Keep your hands off of me and no handcuffs,” Yelena tells them before moving out of the booth and toward the door.
They don’t touch her. They surround her and corral her out to a nondescript black car where Yelena is seated in the back between two of the agents.
“So…” Yelena glances at them. “This is all very pointless.” Especially when they found out that she was Black Widow’s kid and Tony Stark was her godfather.
They don’t speak to her again and she can’t get a rise out of them no matter how much she teases or goads them. The base that she’s taken to is the same one as before. Yelena glances around and memorizes the route they take.
She’s led into an interrogation room and she takes a seat, scanning the room. She’d wasn’t drugged, or handcuffed, or blindfolded. Those were bad signs.
It tells Yelena that they don’t care how much information she has because she won’t be walking back out of here. Couldn’t blab about it if she was dead.
Yelena glances down at her phone and supposed that at least they were smart enough to put a signal jammer. She wouldn’t be calling her sister while she was in the room.
They let her sit there for a while. At least Yelena was full on sodas and pizza.
The door opens and Yelena glances up at the man that entered. “Alyssa Daniel.”
“That’s not my name,” Yelena replies as the man takes a seat across from her. “Director Fury.”
“It’s been a decade but I never forgot about you. You were snuck out and never seen again. The files you had were never opened,” Fury leans back in his seat, tapping his fingers together as he stares at her.
“I failed my mission,” Yelena tells him. “I got caught and swallowed the USB.”
“I know that. I was there,” Fury raised an eyebrow. “What did you do with the files?”
“They got corrupted,” Yelena replies quietly. “The files were rendered useless and I was punished for failing.”
He stares at her for a few moments and Yelena looks up to meet his gaze.
“You taught me that not even children were safe. Rules were implemented to stop it from happening again. You are dangerous,” Fury tilts his head to the side. “Do I get a name?”
“Yelena Fyodorovna Belova. Soon to be Romanov,” Yelena grins widely, showing off too many teeth.
“You’re dangerous.” Fury repeats himself. “Do you know what we do to dangerous things?”
“Apparently you adopt them if Clint and Natasha are anything to go by,” Yelena raised an eyebrow at him. “Why am I here, Director?”
It’s barely a moment before he pulls a gun from his coat and leveled it between her eyes.
Yelena freezes at the sight. “Think very carefully about what you’re going to do.”
“I have,” He said, pulling the hammer back on the gun. “Dangerous things have to be put down for their own good.”
“So what? You’re going to shoot me in the head and then what?” Yelena leans back in her chair, the gun moving to follow her. “You going to call Natasha up and tell her what you’ve done? How the organization that gave her a home and family kidnapped and murdered her baby sister?”
“She’ll get over it,” Fury tells her, and Yelena laughs.
“I don’t think you understand my relationship with her. I’m not some stray she picked up on the side of the road. Natasha has known me for thirteen years at this point. Longer than she’s known you,” Yelena sighs. “If you’re not going to shoot me right now then can you put the gun down?”
“Romanoff never mentioned you,” Fury lowers his arm but the gun was still aimed at her. “You can’t possibly be all that close.”
Yelena shrugs. “Call her then. Hear her side of things.”
“You’ve been groomed to be the best child assassin from a young age. The White Widow. Known for taking down enemies and leaving bloodbaths in her wake. Nobody ever met her and survived. A whisper in the wind,” Fury comments.
“You think I asked for this? That I wanted to be the best assassin when I was a child? That I woke up one day and decided for all of this?” Yelena demands, slamming her hand down on the table. Fury doesn’t even jump but the grip on the gun tightens. “They took everything from me!”
The door opens and Yelena twists in her seat to look up at Hill’s figure in the doorway.
Hill’s eyes land on her and she lets out a harsh breath. “What did I say?” Hill glances at Fury.
“We are about keeping the world safe,” Fury reminds her, standing.
“Too far.” Hill hissed at him. “She’s a child. We don’t do children.”
“That was before we knew what they were capable of,” Fury said and Hill moves toward Yelena.
Yelena tenses up, bracing herself to retaliate against her.
“What about you drives Fury insane?” Hill demands and Yelena glances at the man before glancing back at Hill.
“I was once known as Alyssa Daniel.” She said and Hill stills, the grip on her tablet tightening. “I nearly brought SHIELD down to my feet when I was eight.”
Yelena’s startled at the next action that Hill did. The woman reaches out and sets a hand onto Yelena’s head and ruffles her hair just like she did when Yelena was Alyssa.
“I thought you died,” Hill tells her. “I didn’t realize that you were also Natasha’s sister.”
Yelena doesn’t know what the hell was going through Hill’s head at the moment. “Aren’t you angry at me?” She blurts.
Hill looks down at her. “You were a child.” She said simply before looking at Fury. “People seem to forget that you’re still a child.”
Fury glares at Hill. “She’s killed over thirty of our men.”
“You say that as if we haven’t killed many people,” Hill retorts before glancing at Yelena and looking her over. “Did you come of your own free will or were you forced?”
“I came only because I didn’t want a repeat of what happened last time,” Yelena tells her. “We were actually out celebrating before me and my friends were so rudely interrupted.”
“Celebrating what?” Hill questioned.
Yelena glances between them. “My adoption. I’m officially becoming a Romanoff.”
“Jesus fuck--” Fury slams his hand onto the table and Yelena recoils at the action, her eyes falling onto the gun still prepared to shoot her. “Of course you are.”
“Come on,” Hill tells her. “Let’s go call your sister before she brings literally the cavalry to our doorstep.”
Yelena hesitantly stands and moves toward the door, never taking her eye off of the gun. Hill sets a hand onto her shoulder to cover her back.
Yelena’s phone get service when they’re halfway down the hallway. It suddenly dings with messages just coming through along with missed phone calls.
“Call her,” Hill glances at Yelena. “I know just how far Natasha would go to get back someone she loves.”
Yelena pulls her phone out and calls her sister up. It barely rings before Natasha answers.
“Yelena?” She demands, her voice hard and cold. It makes Yelena flinch slightly.
“It’s me,” Yelena confirms. “I’m safe.”
Natasha’s voice softens immensely when she speaks again. “You need to stop getting into trouble, little one. Are you hurt? Did you hurt anybody?”
“I’m not hurt and I didn’t maim anybody,” Yelena replies, glancing up at Hill before glancing away. “Director Fury thinks that I should be put down. For good.”
It was quiet for a few moments before the cold tone colored Natasha’s voice again. “What?”
A hand moves into view and Yelena glances at it. Hill was holding her hand out toward her for the phone. Natasha had spoken fondly of Hill, and Hill had been kind to Yelena so Yelena volunteers the phone to her.
“This is Commander Maria Hill,” Hill speaks into the phone and Yelena bites her lower lip to keep from grinning at the sound of an angry Natasha filtering through the speakers.