Standing over a twisted maze, Milena Vostokoff studied her pigs closely as they circled the improvised network of corrugated steel:
"That's it my darlings; slight right!!"
Crouching down the brunette patted a passing rump; motherly instincts kicking despite the cruel implications of her science. Taking a bucket, Milena knelt in the mud to feed the snorting creatures; unafraid to get her hands dirty as she tended to them.
Hearing a chime Milena frowned; the proximity alarm warning her that something was approaching. Hearing the roar of an engine, Milena looked up to see a Quinjet slice across the horizon. Standing upright the brunette watched as the advanced vehicle descended, disappearing into the treeline.
Isolated in the wilderness Milena knew there was no reason for such a transport to come here unless searching for herself. Opening the pen, the Widow quickly led her prized pigs back to their shed before retrieving a hidden rifle.
Raising the heavy weapon Milena looked through the scope; focusing on her intruders as they emerged from the forest. Seeing a familiar blonde and redhead however, the scientist froze; unsure how to proceed as her former family slowly approached the cabin.
Dressed in their full Widow suits, Milena suspected the girls had been sent to kill her. And yet she could see both were unarmed... Moving slowly, Milena saw through her scope that one supported the other as they trudged forward. Young Yelena was sweaty and tense. The Scientist grimaced; obvious signs of chemical over-stimulation. And her Natasha was limping... Given the circumstances the brunette surmised it was unlikely they were here for a fight. Lowering the gun Milena sighed: watching apprehensively as they came closer and closer to the fence.
Staring back at each other, the Widow family stood on either side of the barbed wire; locked in a long, uncomfortable stand-off after so many years apart. Studying the faces of her 'children' Milena swallowed a mix of strange feelings; the girls had grown into very beautiful women.
"Hey Momma..." Yelena murmured sheepishly as Natasha glowered silently.
Nodding Milena let them in through the gate, before leading the pair over to her dilapidated cabin; finally allowing them back into her life.
"Welcome to my humble abode," the brunette stated quietly, her accent still strong despite years as an American and many more spent alone:
"Make yourselves at home..."
Looking between her erstwhile daughters Milena felt renewed trepidation; all too aware of their sordid history. Hardening her stance, the Scientist suppressed her feelings; they were subjects in an experiment, nothing more:
"Let's have a drink."
Taking Natasha over to the dining table Yelena dropped the redhead into a seat before reaching for her own. Feeling a pang of emotion, the young Widow bit her tongue. Confronted by this cosy setup, Yelena was reminded of their familial past alongside the strange new sexual relationship that had grown between them. Meanwhile Natasha only felt physical pain as her behind hit the hard wooden surface; reminded of her most recent humiliation and the lines they had crossed together.
Walking over Milena poured them all a glass of vodka, placing the bottle on the table before handing Natasha a large bag of ice from the freezer:
"What's this??" Natasha murmured.
"For your bottom," Milena replied, taking her seat at the table.
"How'd you know??" Yelena asked.
The brunette shrugged:
"I know the girl's I raised. Natasha has a reputation... and from the way she waddled up here it vaus obvious!"
"You didnt raise us at all," Natasha replied bitterly. Taking the ice, the redhead ruefully rested her behind on the cold pack. Biting her lip, the Avenger moaned as the ice cubes settled between her bruised cheeks; squeezing cold slush into the ruptured seam of her white suit. Finally numbing the pain in her ass Natasha sighed, slumping into the seat.
"Don't slouch." Milena responded curtly.
Finding the Scientist's motherly tendencies demeaning Natasha elected to ignore her; grasping the shot and downing the strong vodka in one gulp.
"Look; we didn't come here to play pretend families!" Yelena grumbled: "We need you to fix me!"
Turning her scientific gaze onto her youngest daughter Milena scanned the girl. Sweating profusely Yelena's eyes darted whilst she fidgeted like something within was desperate to come out. Signs of sexual withdrawal.... Sniffing the air, Milena could smell the girl's arousal from across the table. The prognosis was obvious:
"Of course... you were the one chosen by Maria Hill for her new wave."
"What does that mean??" Natasha asked suspiciously.
Milena sighed heavily, taking a swig of her drink before replying curtly:
"When Mistress Hill took over the Red Room she initiated a program for her favourite recruits; a chemical way of enhancing New Widows in her Sexual Espionage program." Shaking her head, the older brunette chuckled dryly:
"Hill took a more... hands on approach to training the girls these methods. I vaus tasked with genetic modification, alongside creating a serum that exponentially raised hormonal response. A means of control similar to those I use on my Pigs. Dis way every Widow would perform to their maximum potential."
Yelena fumed:
"Did you know she would test this chemical subjugation on me??"
Biting her lip Milena refused to meet the girl's accusatory stare:
"No..."
Crossing her arm Yelena scowled at her fake mother:
"Bitch."
"Language young lady!"
"Suka!" Yelena repeated scornfully in Russian.
"-I don't get it..." Natasha responded, interjecting before her mother and sister could argue any further.
"Then allow me to demonstrate..."
Keen to show off the genius of her science rather than discussing her many failures as a parent, Milena did not wait for permission to activate the subject sat beside her:
Reaching around the back of Yelena's chair, the mature brunette rested a hand on the young blonde's behind, eliciting a gasp from her surprised daughter. Flinching Milena used her other hand to steady the girl, grasping her thigh whilst she ran her fingers into the crack of Yelena's ass.
