12. Policy 2

Trying and failing not to show surprise, Nick Fury continues.

"I want to know what King Doom is up to, or the UN will exert a hand on you, and as much as I think that's wrong, they can make really stupid decisions sometimes." he extends the olive branch, trying another approach.

"I don't know what to answer you, Director Fury, I really am plotting absolutely nothing, other than to improve the living conditions of my people. If you don't believe me, you should choose better spies, because they are not doing their job right.

The difference here director, is simply that I don't let your dogs invade my personal backyard, that is, my castle. I also know that you came in 4 people, one is on your plane, two of you are here.

The last one, unfortunately, was captured when trying to enter a restricted area of the castle. But don't worry, he's alive." I reply, looking straight into his eyes.

"I demand that…" he tries to start, and even stands up, slamming his hand on the table, but I just lift mine, shushing him.

"You don't demand anything. My lands, my rules. Now, not to say I'm a bad person, soon he'll be with you again, and don't worry, we don't stoop to brainwashing or whatever the fuck you're thinking.

I'm not that vile and disgusting for that kind of thing, even more than such a man, he's a good man who, unfortunately, follows a mad dog. Take better care of your Fury agents, or you could have lost your Hawkeye today."

I stand up, straightening my clothes. "I hope that's enough for today, if you want to stay for a day, and enjoy the beauties of Latveria, be my guest, if not, have a good trip.

Yelena, take some time off and have a little chat with your sister, enjoy and take her to see Melina, enjoy the ride and have a great afternoon ladies." I then leave the room, not looking back.

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POV FURY

'Things are different, this is not the same Doom we've known for the last 10 years. For some reason, his eyes don't look the same anymore, full of hate and greed, now they were more, calm, but tired.'

These thoughts raced through my brain. I was sure, this is not Doom. But whoever it is, it will be a thorn in the eye equal to the worst. I need to find a way to get information.

It was as if the answers came in the form of hugs and tears.

I just stared at Natasha, one of my best and most trusted agents hugging and crying in her sister's arms. A light came on and I knew this was my ticket into this hellish realm.

I continued to sit there, and as soon as Natasha gave me a quick look, I waved, an order she knew she should accept. For a fraction, I saw the sadness in her eyes, but then that determination returned.

He leaves the room, accompanied by two other girls. They dressed more formally, but I knew, these two were trained assassins, and if I didn't do my best, getting out alive would be a pipe dream.

I was taken to a hotel, it wasn't luxurious, but it was very good, where there, I found Barton lying on the reception sofa, passed out. I just sat in the front seat and waited, there wasn't much I could do.

For now.

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POV NATASHA

After we discovered Dreykov's completely torn body, the fear of losing my sister and mother crept up on me. If it hadn't been for Clint, I would have left SHIELD and done my research myself.

I was beside myself, one of the few times this has happened. My decisions were compromised, and Clint made me see that. Especially with one sentence.

"You work for the biggest spy agency in the world, where's the best place to be when you need information?" he smiles, trying to calm me down.

If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't even be in this world anymore.

When we found out that the entire Red Room had been moved to Latveria, I wanted to do my steps, even walk there. But, once again, Clint stopped me.

When Fury said he needed to speak with the King of Latveria, it was Clint who explained about my sister being there. I saw, in Fury's eyes, the desire to take more Black Widows under her wing. That's why he accepted my coming.

But to our surprise, the widows were already employed, and seemed to live a much better life now. Many of them were trained with me, or at the same time as me, so I knew them, even if little or just by sight.

My biggest surprise was to see my little sister, well, beautiful and happy. Yes, her eyes, try as they might, I saw the happiness in them. It got bigger when she saw me.

Which is why, now, I, a trained agent, a world-renowned assassin, am in my sister's arms, crying like a 10 year old. But everything has to come to an end, and seeing the director's look at the order he gave me irritated me.

After he left, Yelena sat me down in a chair beside her, made a quick call asking our mother to come over, then glared at me, hanging up the phone.

"I know your director sent you to get information through our bond. The King had seen it coming, so he gave me permission to help you, but only so that one-eyed piece of shit doesn't harm you.

But let me explain, he's not doing this for his heart's sake, he's doing this because we're here, and as strange as it sounds, he wants us to have some life and happiness.

He knows our sis history, and he knows how much we have suffered. Don't think I'm trying to win you over to our side. It has been said that you have an important role in the near future, so that's why." she tells me, and I must say, I didn't understand much of it.

But I just wanted to enjoy my happiness, to find the family that I missed so much.