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The last few hours had been a blur, so many new people, so many familiar faces. Aleksandra's thumb hovered over the phone icon on Margo's contact profile, debating if she wanted to disturb her.

She had to talk to someone though.

Tapping the icon, she pressed the phone to her ear, listening to it ring until the other end was picked up.

"I need a friend right now, so everything I say is off the record." A formality to be sure, so Aleksandra rushed through it.

Margo was just heading towards her car, leaving from the pharmacy when she heard her cellphone ring. Once inside her car she looked to sew who was calling.

Aleksandra banes? Well that was the last person she wouldn expect to ring her up. Although they have been meeting each other often, first it was for interviews than slowly started to be friendly with each other.

After margo answered, the other woman got right to the point. "Oh really? What kind of news? Is it good or bad? And don't worry this will be completely off the record."

"Do you remember how every conspiracy theorist was saying Steve Rogers was on the moon? Which is bullshit but I digress." Margo hadn't believed it of course but Alek still felt the need to point out when people were stupid.

"Not old." Steve looked different than the last time she'd seen him sure, but he looked hardly older than he had been when he'd left to put the stones back. Her brain was still reeling at the fact he was even here.

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The last few hours had been a blur, so many new people, so many familiar faces. Aleksandra's thumb hovered over the phone icon on Margo's contact profile, debating if she wanted to disturb her.

She had to talk to someone though.

Tapping the icon, she pressed the phone to her ear, listening to it ring until the other end was picked up.

"I need a friend right now, so everything I say is off the record." A formality to be sure, so Aleksandra rushed through it.

Margo was just heading towards her car, leaving from the pharmacy when she heard her cellphone ring. Once inside her car she looked to sew who was calling.

Aleksandra banes? Well that was the last person she wouldn expect to ring her up. Although they have been meeting each other often, first it was for interviews than slowly started to be friendly with each other.

After margo answered, the other woman got right to the point. "Oh really? What kind of news? Is it good or bad? And don't worry this will be completely off the record."

"Do you remember how every conspiracy theorist was saying Steve Rogers was on the moon? Which is bullshit but I digress." Margo hadn't believed it of course but Alek still felt the need to point out when people were stupid.

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Seeing variants of people she'd known always felt strange, but variants of Steve were always the hardest.

She'd loved her Steve, and a part of her loved his variants, even though they weren't him. Seeing Steve with the serum also choked her up a bit, this was how it was supposed to be before she took the serum.

Peggy straightened her spine the moment she saw the Sacred Timeline version of Steve.

Softly, she cleared her throat.

The corner of her mouth quirked up into a small smile at his familiarity of his words.

At one point she had been his Peggy Carter until she received the serum, so she supposed it wasn't too far fetched for him to greet her like an old friend.

" well, you were just a kid, so..." ( for kate bishop ) @missmargomuse616

Kate thought Margo sounded like the therapist her mom had taken her to after her dad's death. But thought better of saying that, she didn't want to offend.

"That really impressive miss bishop, You mother must be proud of you huh? So from that moment years ago you always wanted to become an avenger? Or did you just want to become Hawkeye like mr Barton?"

Kate blanched at mention of her mother, but dodged responding to the comment she hadn't spoken to her mom since her sentencing. Her mom didn't want to see her.

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Irina nodded sagely, it was true, the name Natasha Romanov was well known now. A fact Irina was proud of, her daughter was a hero.

Still, she knew her own daughter.

Irina flinched when Natasha asked about her father, the hated man who had taken the money for his own child.

Irina hoped he was dead.

"Ivan. His name was Ivan, though I don't like to talk about him." She would if she had to, but it was hard to remain civil whenever she even thought of the bastard.

Nodding Irina smiled, a quiet park would be perfect for this conversation.

"Lead the way, dorogaya." She couldn't help but add the term of endearment, this was her Natalia after all.

She led the way in silence, occasionally glancing over at Irina with an expression that was impossible to read. She was curious and happy, hurt and confused all the same time. Hopefully, the answers to her questions would clear up some of what she was feeling.

The park was quaint and quiet as Natalia had said it would be, Irina noted the way her daughter scoped out the area, that instinctual action that Irina knew those monsters had instill in her.

When finally the sat down on the bench, Irina clasped her hands in her lap, forcing herself to keep a respectful amount of space between her and her daughter.

Even thought they were tied together by DNA, they were still strangers.

Irina snorted wryly at the comment about The Red Room being monsters, it was almost to nice a word for them, though the older redhead couldn't think of a better one right now.

"I wanted to, I wanted to so badly." She started to reach out to comfort her daughter but stopped herself, forcing her hands into her lap. She wouldn't force contact with Natalia in anyway.

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"My name is Aleksandra," she'd been told that this girl was her sister, not in the same way they had tried to tell her the other widows of her generation were her sisters.

This one was biological.

Clara studies the older girl as she introduces herself as Aleksandra. She looks her over carefully, trying to decide whether she is a threat or someone who can be trusted. She isn't entirely sure.

A few seconds pass before Clara realises that Aleksandra has asked for her name.

"Ummm... I'm Clara." She replies quietly.

"Clara." Aleksandra repeated the name committing it to memory. She was still stunned at just how much the girl looked like Romanov, more than Aleksandra herself did.

"It's nice to meet you Clara," she knelt so she was closer to the girl's height.

"It won't be those flapjacks from that diner near our old place, though I was never sure if you kept going for the food or the waitresses." Steve joked, trying to bring levity to a bad situation, in a way he hoped was safe.

The huff that left his lips was almost a laugh, nearer than it would have been for anyone else. When was the last time he'd thought about that place? "It was both, actually."

Steve laughed, and handed Bucky a stick to stoke the fire with.

"Keep the fire going, I'll get the food around." He said with a small smile, having Bucky back felt good and he didn't want to waste anymore time with his best friend.

Aleksandra didn't know exactly what Natasha meant by that comment, raised in the Red Room since birth, what better education was there for her?

"You know better than to hope for something like that." Maybe it was cruel, but it was true.

Her smile is something between bitter and pleased that Alek seemed to have inherited her own bluntness over unpleasant topics.

She's willing to forego a DNA test. Mostly so that no further agencies have a hold of hers, but she's content enough with this proof.

"I never said-" she was teasing her Aleksandra realized, despite just finding out she possibly had a daughter it was a very mom thing to do. Perhaps they would get along better than she expected them to.