It had only been a few hours since Steve and Clint returned with a little girl. She was running through the city, her feiry red curls wild and her green eyes were on-guard, she had just escaped from the Red Room.

They took her with them to the Avengers Tower. The girl walked slowly, her hand on her gun holder. She was still so young. The Avengers entered the room one by one, their eyes filled with compassion and empathy to the little girl.

Natasha was the last one to come in, she already had a hard time entering as soon as they told her it was about a Red Room Widow.

But when she entered, her eyes almost immediately fell on the girl. Her features looked almost... familliar.

Natasha closed her eyes, trying to keep her emotions contained. She suddenly felt sick with guilt, nauseous and as if the whole room was spinning. Her mind was filled with that one memory, the one that broke her. Those big, green, innocent eyes were the ones she sees in the mirror. That fiery hair the same as she brushes every morning.

Her worst fears had been confirmed, it was true, this girl was... her daughter. Her daughter, the result of a forced pairing to create the ultimate assassin...

She felt anger towards Dreykov, the father of her child. The other Avengers were staring at the scene, having no clue nor an idea of what was going on. Except for Wanda, the mindreader. She didn't mean to read Natasha's mind, but the emotions were to strong for her to ignore and the memory of Natasha was playing in her own mind.Her eyes widened.