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'Hey Bobbie, Bobs, wake up' Clint whispered as he reached over to shake his partner awake.

'What is it?' Bobbie replied grumpily, rolling over from where she was curled up on the hard stone floor, to face Clint.

'You fell asleep again' Clint stated from his place sitting on the ground next to her.

'So I like to sleep, I want to sleep'

'Bobbie, your head was smashed into the wall when they threw us in here. So, just in case you've got concussion, I have to keep waking you up'

'Clint?'

'Yes Bobbie?'

'Do you think people are going to come and look for us?' she asked into the darkness

'I honestly don't know Bobbie, who knows with S.H.I.E.L.D, but I'd like to think so, especially since they know we are still alive.

'Why are they keeping us alive?' Bobbie questioned 'and why did they make us record those messages?'

'I don't know why they've kept us alive' Clint answered. From what he knew of the Red Room, knowledge Natasha had passed on to him all those years ago and the pre-mission intelligence, they didn't normally take prisoners. It was highly unusual that the Red Room had taken them captive and this sent shivers down Clint's spine. He knew they were up to something. 'The recorded message was to give proof to S.H.I.E.L.D that we are still alive' Clint added. 'Actually, now I think of it, what was up with your message?' he asked 'it was not your normal code phrase. What did those numbers mean?'

'Oh Clint, I'm so sorry' Bobbie whispered unexpectedly, turning away from her older partner.

'Hey Bobs, what about?' Clint asked, startled by Bobbie's strange behaviour. What on earth could she be sorry about?

'It's all my fault! It's all my fault our mission failed and we got captured!' She exclaimed dramatically

'How come?'

'I told someone about this mission. I thought I could trust him. He kept pushing me as to why I couldn't suddenly go to the concert her had bought me tickets for our 6th month anniversary. I forgot protocol and told him. It must be my fault, everything else about this mission was so hush hush and confidential and I told someone. Knowing my appalling luck with me, he probably turned out to be some sort of spy.'

'Hey S.H.I.E.L.D could have messed up the intel, it wouldn't be the first time' Clint replied, trying to reassure is obviously distressed partner. He remembered several missions with Natasha where the intel made the job look like it was going to be quick and easy, however it would turn out to be a huge fire fight.

'You know this was meant to be Agent Romanoff's mission and that she collected the intel herself?' Bobbie asked, not really knowing the full history between the two agents.

'This was meant to be Nat-Agent Romanoff's mission?' Clint asked, not knowing this little tidbit of information

'Weren't you surprised to find we were going after a Red Room facility? Director Fury always gave anything to do with the Red Room to Agent Romanoff. She would be training Sharon and I one week and then off to some god forsaken place the next. Sometimes she would disappear unexpectedly for weeks or months on end. I have to be the reason why this mission failed' Bobbie cried with an uncharacteristic sob.

Clint, still trying to absorb all the information Bobbie, in her concussed state, had just told him, shuffled over to wrap a comforting arm around his younger partner. After Natasha had left him, he had worked alone, doing odd jobs for Fury or had gone out on world saving missions with the Avengers. The rest of the time he had spent raising his beautiful daughter and trying to give her a normal childhood. It had therefore come as a shock when Fury had suddenly introduced him to the young, bright, blonde and bubbly Bobbie Morse, who had just finished S.H.I.E.L.D training. Although at the time he had no idea his estranged wife had had a part in training his new partner, soon particular moves or actions, characteristically Natasha, would seep through. It had had been weird to have a partner again in the field and it had taken them a good couple of months to gel as a partnership. However, over the three years they had now worked together, Clint had come to regard Bobbie as a very good friend and almost like the little sister he never had.

'Who else did you tell Bobbie?' Clint asked 'Who was the man?'

'Vladimir, my boyfriend' Bobbie replied quietly 'Vladimir Peters. I thought he loved me but he probably just used me'

'So what did the numbers mean?'

'They are a message. They will let S.H.I.E.L.D know about Vladimir. I just hope that Sharon, Agent Hill, or even if she's in the country, Agent Romanoff, hear the message and remember. I'm so sorry Clint'

'It will be alright Bobbie' Clint said soothingly, hoping that his words would come true.

'What happened to your hair?' Sasha asked, appearing at her bedroom door and looking out over the apartment to find a red haired figure sitting on one of the sofas, poring over a stack of documents which were laid out on the coffee table.

'What, oh right, my hair' Natasha replied, looking up at her puzzled daughter, whilst reaching up to touch her red curls.

'It's red!'

'I know. I only dyed it light brown for my adventure in Uzbekistan, so I thought it was about time I restored it to its natural colour.'

'You've naturally got red hair?' Sasha asked, now wondering where her own chocolate brown curls had come from.

'Yes. I love my red hair, apart from the fact that it can sometimes be a bit too conspicuous'

'So what are you doing?' Sasha asked, walking towards where her mother was sat, still trying to get over the shock of the red hair and peering down at the documents, which were written in a strange language.

'Looking over the documents I got to give the person I'm meeting this morning' Natasha replied, snatching them out from under her daughter's curious nose, bundling them together and then placing them in the smart leather brief case, which was propped up against the side of the sofa.

'You're going out? Can I come with you?' Sasha asked eagerly. Since they had arrived two days ago, she had not left the tower and she hated the feeling of being cooped up. She wanted to get out.

Natasha was quiet for a while, as if she was weighing up all the options, the pros and the cons. On the one hand she could see Sasha was itching to get out of the tower and she knew Anya and Maks, would love to see Sasha again. However on the other hand, Sasha was safer in the tower and the streets of New York were dangerous.

'So?' Sasha pressed hopefully

'I guess you can come'

'Yes!' Sasha exclaimed, jumping in the air.

Sasha looked out of the window, watching the world go by. Even though it was an early July morning, she was amazed to see how busy New York was. As the newly red haired Natasha drove them, in a car she had pinched from Tony's car collection, over Brooklyn Bridge, Sasha wondered where they were going. Where did super spies go to meet people? She had images of shady dark rooms or back alleys, not Brooklyn. Since her mother showed no sign of stopping any time soon, Sasha curled up on the back seat and closed her eyes.

'Wakey wakey'

Sasha opened her eyes blearily, slightly disorientated, wondering where she was.

'We're here' Natasha announced, standing above her daughter, with the back door open. 'I hope you're hungry'

Having finally remembered where she was, Sasha slowly climbed out of the car and looked around. They were at the beach. She gave Natasha a questioning glance.

'We're at Brighton Beach' Natasha explained whilst closing the door before locking the car. Sasha looked around area curiously. There were signs written in English and what she guessed was Russian. Natasha led her quickly down a series of streets until they came to a stop outside a small cafe. 'I hope you are hungry' Natasha said, before opening the door and entering.

'Natalia, Natalia is that you?' asked the old, grey haired lady, standing behind the counter, having been altered to the early morning customers by the bell on the door.

Sasha watched as the lady made her way over to her mother, continuing to speak in the strange language.

'Hello Anya' Natasha replied in the same language

'Oh Natalia, I was so worried, we hadn't heard from you for weeks' the lady stated, before unexpectedly throwing her arms around Natasha, causing the red haired assassin to wince slightly as she came into contact with her still tender shoulder.

'I'm fine Anya' Natasha stated, seeing the older lady's concerned face. 'I've brought someone to meet you' Natasha said gesturing towards her daughter, who had been trying to work out what on earth was being said. 'Anya meet Saskia, who prefers to be called Sasha, and Sasha meet the amazing Anya' Natasha said, reverting back to English.

'Saskia? This is your little Sashenka?' Anya asked in heavily accented English, looking down at the small child standing by Natasha's side.

'Yes' Natasha replied proudly

'Oh, let me look at you' Anya announced, now drawing a slightly shocked Sasha into a bone crushing hug. 'She has grown so much!' Anya exclaimed 'You were only a little rebenok when I last saw you and now you've grown into such a beautiful young lady'

Sasha giggled

'I guess you must be hungry?' Anya asked

'Starving Anya' Natasha replied 'I'll have my usual please'

'And what would you like?' Anya asked turning to Sasha

'I'm fine, I'm not that hungry' Sasha stated hastily, not knowing what to ask for. Then her stomach disobeyed her and rumbled

'She'll have some blinis Anya' Natasha stated.

'One bowl of kasha and one plate of blinis coming right up' Anya announced before bustling back around the counter and into the kitchen, leaving Natasha and a bewildered Sasha into a nearby booth, in the empty cafe.

'What are blinis?' Sasha asked, when she had sat down

'They are like Russian pancakes' Natasha explained

'And kasha?'

'Porridge'

As silence settled between Natasha and Sasha, the Russian, started to rifle through the black leather brief case, fishing out various pieces of paper. Eventually she stood up and headed towards the kitchen. 'Anya, is it ok if I head upstairs and speak to Maks? I have some things I need to ask him and some documents as to who I found in Uzbekistan to hand over to him'

'He's expecting you' Anya replied, whilst mixing the blini batter.

'Can you keep an eye on Sasha for me?'

'Of course'

Sasha looked around the strange cafe. It was small and fairly small. However what made it unique were all the different things up on the wall. There were pictures of various landscapes and photographs, both in black and white and colour of many different people. At one end of the cafe was a case containing a gun and an impressive collection of medals and at the other was a pair of pink worn ballet shoes, pinned to the wall.

'They belonged to you mother' came a voice, with a heavy Russian accent next to Sasha, causing the eleven year old to jump. 'Natalia gave them to me to keep safe, when she was brought to this country. Natalia's just headed upstairs to talk to my husband Maks, whilst I sorted out your breakfast' Anya explained, leading Sasha into the kitchen 'and I promised to keep an eye on you'

'Oh' Sasha said perching herself in one corner of the tiny kitchen and watching Anya bustle around.

'You know you remind me so much of your mother when she had around your age' Anya commented, trying to make conversation, whilst making the kasha. 'You definitely look very similar'

'Really?' Sasha questioned, not seeing any resemblance between her and Natasha.

'Oh yes'

'How do you know Natas- I mean-my mother?' Sasha asked curiously, hoping to find out more information about Natasha.

'She was sent to kill me'