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Assistant: Title: Entwined - W. Maximoff
        Author: aurorassummer aurorassummer 
        Chapter: 11/45 
        Summary: NATASHA ROMANOFF has put in the work to be good; to be an upstanding citizen of society. She has proven her worth as a hero over and over again, yet no matter what, there are always critics. It doesn’t matter how much therapy she’s done, albeit unwillingly, Natasha just can’t seem to get the Red Room out of her mind. What she was taught, that’s stuck with her for the rest of her life.ATHENA LECLAIR doesn’t know who she is. Well, she does. She’s a p@wn in the Red Room’s games. She’s a killer, an assassin, and a damned good one at that. After all, nobody would suspect a charming young woman to be an assassin.IN A twisting game of family, deceit, murder, and power, fate always brings together the ones they see fit.
        Contents: Chapter 11
    

    


  

  
  
    
    
  
    A haunted house with a picket fence
  

  
    To float around and ghost my friends
  

  
    No, i’m not afraid to disappear
  
 
  I know the end –
   Phoebe Bridgers

  
  

  — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —
 
  THE DOUBLE 
  doors stood in front of Natasha and Yelena, neither sister making a move to open them first. 
 
  They were both scared, their minds running rampant as they tried to will themselves to move forwards and push the doors open, to face their sister. 
 
  There was no predicting how it would go, not even a hint of an idea of how this conversation could end up. At any moment Athena could flip, turning back to the mindset of the Shadow and decide she didn’t believe Natasha or Yelena. Or there was the small, hopeful part of Natasha and Yelena that told them maybe Athena would believe them. Maybe she would open up to them. 
 
  But that was a slim chance, and both Yelena and Natasha knew it. 
 
  Natasha inhaled sharply, steeling herself as she made the first move, walking forwards and pushing the double doors open, the lights momentarily blinding both her and Yelena as they walked into the room. 
 
  The double doors closed behind them with a quiet click, and the only sound that filled the room was the quiet buzzing of the fluorescent lights. 
 
  It was almost taunting the sisters with its quiet buzz, a reminder of the times they had been trapped under the same fluorescent lights for days at a time; the graduation ceremony, training within the Red Room. 
 
  Athena didn’t look up from the floor, her eyes locked on the ripped pieces of paper scattered across the cell floor, covering the tray of untouched food and disintegrating within the cup of water that was also untouched. 
 
  Athena hadn’t eaten or drank anything in the day and a half that she had been in the compound, and it was safe to say that Natasha and Yelena were getting worried. They knew she had been trained to be able to go days to weeks without food or water, but it wasn’t healthy. 
 
  They were worried about her. 
 
  Natasha and Yelena moved closer to the glass cell, and finally, Athena’s hazel eyes snapped up to meet theirs, narrowing as she watched them move closer. 
 
  They stood only inches away from the glass, close enough to put their hands on it. 
 
  Natasha’s heart clenched in her chest as she took in how much her baby sister had changed since she had last seen her. She had only been three, and now she was in her twenties. She stood at around 5’9, her long brunette hair fell in gentle waves down to her mid back. Her hazel eyes were still the same, flecks of brown, green and blue swirling in her eyes, yet the light that used to be there was gone. In its place sat a cold, almost death-like stare, and it was clear by her eyes alone that she was a shell of the girl she used to be. 
 
  Natasha and Yelena’s eyes both trailed her exposed skin, each woman noting the scars peeking out from beneath her shirt, crawling up her neck like a vine. There was a scar that looked to be a few years old that sliced right through her left eyebrow and up to her temple. She knew some of the things her sister had been put through because of the files they had retrieved, but seeing the effects of it made her stomach twist into tight knots. 
 
  “We brought you another contract,” Natasha broke the silence first, holding up the S.H.I.E.L.D. issued contract in her hands and showing it to Athena. She kept her voice level, unwavering, in an attempt to conceal how nervous she was to finally be face to face with her baby sister without being worried that she would escape. “Try not to tear it up this time.” 
 
  Pressing the button on the keypad that allowed things to be passed into the cell, Natasha slid the contract through before the glass closed again. It made a quiet ‘thump’ as it landed on the floor near Athena’s feet, but she made no move to pick it up or even look at it. 
 
  “Do you know who we are?” Natasha questioned, taking the lead in the conversation. She could see the anxiety written throughout Yelena’s expression, knowing her younger sister was too terrified for how this would turn out to lead. 
 
  “Natalia Alionova Romanov,” Athena’s voice was sharp, distant, and cold. “Yelena Alexeyevna Belova. Defectors of the Red Room.” 
 
  “Do you know who you are in relation to us?” Natasha questioned, scanning Athena’s expression for anything that would tell her what her baby sister was thinking or feeling, but she couldn’t find anything. 
 
  Athena’s walls had been built so high, for so long, that even Natasha and Yelena, who had been taught how to read people’s microexpressions and work out what they were thinking immediately, couldn’t figure out what she was thinking or feeling. 
 
  “
  
    Nobody
  
  .” 
 
  The word was simple and short. A common vocabulary word amongst American’s, and yet, it shattered the two women's hearts. 
 
  “You’re our baby sister,” Yelena finally spoke, her voice cracking slightly as she tried not to cry. She couldn’t break, not in front of Natasha and certainly not in front of Athena, who would undoubtedly use the weakness against her. 
 
  “We grew up together in Ohio, until the Red Room came and tore our family apart. Melina and Alexei, they’re our parents.” 
 
  Yelena was desperately trying to jog any memories Athena may have, but it was failing miserably. 
 
  “You used to carry around this worn out old bunny under your arms and refused to put it down. Even during bath time you had to have your bunny sitting on the counter watching. You would refuse to eat unless everybody was sitting at the dinner table, and if anyone got up during dinner you would make everybody stop eating until they returned.” 
 
  Athena only watched her, no emotion present on her face. The words Yelena was saying were just that; 
  
    words
  
  . They had no meaning to Athena, no substance. 
 
  “Attie please,” Yelena begged, salty tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. “Please remember.” 
 
  Natasha’s heart broke at the sight of Yelena breaking down, trying to get Athena to remember 
  
    anything 
  
  about them, but it wasn’t working. 
 
  The only person who had ever seemed to be able to get anything out of Athena was Wanda, and something twisted inside of Natasha. A curiosity twinged with anger. 

  
    
  
  Wanda didn’t know Athena, they had never spent any time together, so why was it that she managed to get more of a reaction or conversation out of Athena than they did? 
 
  They had spent three years together, living and growing with one another. Hell, Natasha had changed Athena’s diapers and read her bedtime stories. 
 
  So why was Wanda the one that could work any sort of response out of Athena? 
 
  The questions circled rapidly through Natasha’s brain, and she pushed it to the side for the moment, banking on asking Wanda once they were finished. 
 
  “Please Attie,” Yelena begged quietly, her voice broken. “Please say something.” 
 
  Athena stood, her body stiff as she moved, and Natasha and Yelena’s breath caught in their throats as they watched her walk towards the glass, stopping inches away from it. 
 
  Her face was still expressionless, her hazel eyes still narrowed and unwavering. 
 
  “You’re 
  
    weak
  
  .” 
 
  The two words cut into Yelena like a knife, and her lower lip trembled as she let out a shaky breath, turning around and walking swiftly out of the room. 
 
  Natasha watched her go, her jaw clenching as she turned back around to look at Athena, who’s gaze had moved onto her. 
 
  Natasha didn’t know what to say, she didn’t even know if she had anything she could have said, so instead she just gave a small shake of her head, jaw clenched, before she too turned and walked out of the room, once again leaving Athena alone. 
 
  Natasha jogged after Yelena catching up with her just as they walked onto the floor their bedrooms were on. 
 
  “Lena wait,” Natasha called, pushing her hand against her sister’s door to keep it from closing in her face. She opened it just enough for her to be able to slide in before shutting the door behind her, taking a seat at the edge of Yelena’s bed and looking down at her. 
 
  “We’ll get her memories back, Lena,” Natasha whispered softly, running a hand over her sister’s hair. “We’ll find a way to get them back.” 
 
  “Please just leave me alone,” Yelena whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks as she turned away from her sister. “Please.” 
 
  Natasha sighed, letting her hand fall onto her lap as she looked at Yelena, sadness etching its way into her expression. 
 
  Without another word, Natasha stood, allowing Yelena her own space to work through her feelings. 
 
  She shut Yelena’s door gently behind her, taking a deep breath and pushing her own feelings down into the small lockbox she kept hidden away in the deepest parts of her. 
 
  She didn’t have the time to be upset, she knew that it was going to take a lot longer than one conversation with Athena to restore all of her memories and get her to trust them. 
 
  She knew from the beginning it was going to be a tedious task, but they would get it done, they always did. 
 
  Natasha walked straight past her room, heading for Wanda’s. She stopped outside the door, knocking gently. It only took a few seconds before the door gently opened and Wanda peered up at her. 
 
  A soft smile fell over her face when she saw Natasha standing outside her door, and she opened it wider, allowing the older redhead into her room. 
 
  “Nat? What’s up?” Her voice was light and airy as she shut the door behind Natasha, gesturing for her to take a seat in the swinging chair by her windows. 
 
  “I wanted to ask you something.” Natasha’s tone was level as she took a seat in the chair, crossing one leg over the other as she looked at Wanda with a steady gaze. 
 
  “Okay,” Wanda questioned, brows furrowing slightly. “What’s this about?” 
 
  “I don’t know why, but Athena seems to…” Natasha paused, searching her mind for the right word. Unable to come up with one, she continued speaking. “She seems to trust you the most. She almost came with you willingly when we found her, she conversed with you. Then she specifically asked for 
  
    you 
  
  and to talk to 
  
    you
  
   when she got here. It’s not like you two have ever met before, so I don’t really understand it.” 
 
  Wanda swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, keeping her face as neutral as she could as she nodded, listening to Natasha. 
 
  “But I was wondering if you would try to work on getting her to sign the contract. She has two weeks, and if she doesn’t sign it in that time Secretary Ross has demanded she go to the raft, and has said he’s going to run test after test on her. I can’t let that happen, Wanda.” 
 
  “It won’t,” Wanda reassured. “I can try working with her but I’m not sure how much help I’m going to be. I don’t know her.” 
 
  Wanda felt bad for lying, especially to Natasha who had done nothing but welcome her with open arms. She helped Wanda with her nightmares, giving her different techniques to try. She helped her after Pietro died. 
 
  Natasha was Wanda’s best friend, and lying to her felt like a gunshot wound to the chest, but she didn’t think it would be a good idea to tell Natasha or Yelena about how she knew Athena. 
 
  Telling them would only hurt them in the long run, and Wanda didn’t want that. So she kept her mouth shut. 
 
  “Thank you,” Natasha sighed, and Wanda’s heart twisted painfully as she saw the genuine relief on Natasha’s face. She felt 
  
    horrible 
  
  for lying, but she forced herself to stay strong, not allowing herself to tell Natasha. 
 
  “I put a new contract in her cell, but I have an inkling that she’s going to tear it to shreds just like she did with the first one. There are extra copies of it on the briefing room table if you could take one down with you just in case.” Natasha explained, and Wanda nodded. “Really, Wanda,” Natasha paused, trying to figure out how to put her gratitude into words, but Wanda shook her head, a soft smile falling over her face. 
 
  “You don’t have to thank me, Nat. I’ll help in any way that I can. Go get some rest, I’ll let you know what happens.” 
 
  — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —
 
  ATHENA PACED 
  her cell, her body itching to throw something, preferably a knife into somebody’s heart. 
 
  Her movements were smooth and precise, everything she did was. She was able to walk five paces before having to turn around so she didn’t run into the glass. She continued the pacing, her body stiff, fists clenching and unclenching as she tried to alleviate some of the tension that had been building. 
 
  Her mind was in turmoil, trying to work out the foggy details from memories that didn’t feel like her own, yet she was in. 
 
  She didn’t know who to trust. She knew she should believe HYDRA and the Red Room, after all, it was her home, her family. They had taught her everything she needed to know, and she would be dead without them. 
 
  But the things they did to her, the pain that she had suffered through, sat unsettled in the deep pits of her stomach. 
  
    Especially 
  
  when her mind reminded her that they also caused Wanda that pain. 
 
  She didn’t know why everything came back to the redheaded witch. It confused her greatly, and she wanted to see her again. 
 
  She wanted to try and make sense of the foggy memories, to figure out who she was. 
 
  She knew that she had trained Wanda and her twin brother Pietro at the Sokovian HYDRA base. But that was the only thing she knew for sure. Everything else was hazy and unclear and Athena couldn’t make out any voices or faces. 
 
  Athena paused, her body tensing as she heard the quiet click of the double doors shutting. Her back was to whoever had just walked into the room, but she could sense her. 
 
  
    Wanda Maximoff. 
  
 
  Athena turned on her heel, the movement precise, certain. Her eyes immediately found Wanda’s, the redheaded witch standing right by the door, almost as if she was nervous to walk further into the room. 
 
  “You’re back.” 
 
  The words were sharp, but clear. A hint of confusion danced behind Athena’s tone, and Wanda almost missed it as she finally moved closer, ignoring the chair in front of the cell and remaining standing. 
 
  “I am,” Wanda replied, her tone the opposite of Athena’s. It was quiet, soft, 
  
    gentle.
  
 
  Athena’s eyes flickered over Wanda’s body, landing on the contract in her hands, and her gaze hardened, eyes narrowing sharply. 
 
  Wanda noticed it and glanced down at the packet she was holding. “Natasha asked me to bring it. She thought you might’ve shredded the one she gave you after she and Yelena left, and I see that she was right.” 
 
  Wanda looked at the pieces of shredded contract on the floor of Athena’s cell. It had doubled since the very first contract she had been given, a sure sign that she had ripped apart the second one. 
 
  “So why bring a third?” Athena questioned, tone harsher than it had been a moment ago. “I’ll shred that one too.” 
 
  “Maybe you will, and in that case I’ll just bring another one.” Wanda replied, shrugging slightly. “But then again, the more contracts you shred the more paper ends up in your cell.” 
 
  “Maybe that’s the point,” Athena replied. 
 
  Wanda hummed, shaking her head. “No, I don’t think it is.” 
 
  Athena’s gaze sharpened as she watched Wanda, trying to work out what the redheaded witch was thinking. 
 
  “What do you mean?” Athena found herself questioning, wanting to see where the redheaded witch was taking this. 
 
  Her curiosity spiked around Wanda, and she felt out of control, something she didn’t like being. 
 
  “You don’t know me,” Athena added, voice sharpening ever so slightly as she tried to regain control of her own mind and not allow silly questions to slip out. 
 
  “I think I know you better than most,” Wanda replied, voice cryptic, and Athena’s mind replayed the small memories she had with Wanda. 
 
  The protective feeling, unwilling to allow anyone to hurt her. 
 
  It was all too confusing. 
 
  “If you sign the contract, you’d be free.” Wanda brought Athena’s attention back to the S.H.I.E.L.D. contract, and all of a sudden, Wanda could see Athena’s demeanor shift again. 
 
  She was no longer slightly relaxed. Her body tensed again, every muscle in her body constricted and waiting for something to pounce on. Her eyes sharpened, face dropping into a dangerous expression. 
 
  “Free?” Athena questioned, tone sharp. “I will never be free. Not from HYDRA or the Red Room. If I sign that contract, it only binds me to another agency, one that will exploit my powers and abilities. S.H.I.E.L.D. is no better than HYDRA.” 
 
  “S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn’t kill innocent people,” Wanda retorted, the words flowing instantly out of her mouth. “Yes, it could use some work to be better, but nothing is perfect.” 
 
  “I am.” Athena cut Wanda off, her tone slightly softer now. “I’m perfect. The perfect weapon, a perfect killing machine. I’ve been molded into it, shaped to be this shadow even on the brightest days. I never miss, I never fail.” 
 
  “And yet you ran away,” Wanda pointed out, her voice soft. “When we found you, you were in the middle of a panic attack. Your own powers were attacking you until I spoke. I could 
  
    see 
  
  the pain behind your eyes, Athena. You 
  
    left 
  
  HYDRA. They’ve been searching for you, trying to find where their prized possession ran away to. You’re chained to them unless you sign this contract.” 
 
  “So you’d rather me go from one chain to another?” Athena snapped, her heart thudding wildly in her chest. “HYDRA is my 
  
    home
  
  . I owe them everything.” 
 
  “No, you don’t,” Wanda cut her off, and Athena almost looked startled by how stern Wanda’s voice was. “You owe them nothing, Athena.” Wanda insisted, her eyes swirling with nothing but truth and sadness. 
 
  It overwhelmed Athena. 
 
  “They took you away from your family, and they broke you. You were a 
  
    child.
  
   No child should ever have to go through the things you went through. You never deserved what you got. That pain that they put you through, that’s cruel.” 
 
  “I deserved it.” Athena insisted, her voice cracking slightly, and Wanda knew she was getting through to her. She didn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth even if she insisted on it. 
 
  “No,” Wanda said softly. “No you didn’t.” 
 
  Wanda stepped forwards, placing the contract down on the chair by the cell. 
 
  “Close your eyes,” Wanda said softly, and Athena took a step back from the glass, eyes narrowing. Wanda only nodded, her features soft. “Close them,” she urged. 
 
  And just like she did the day that they caught her, Athena found herself obeying the redhead. 
 
  “Take a breath,” Wanda’s calm voice floated over Athena, and for some reason she couldn’t name, she felt the tenseness in her body slowly dissipate. “And 
  
    remember.
  
  ” 
 
  Athena felt her mind shift, and all of a sudden, things were 
  
    clear. 
  
 
  — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —'
User: How tall is wanda in chapter 11
User: How tall is wanda in chapter 11
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