**Chapter 8: Katana's Call**

Yelena's hand instinctively went to her hip, where her katana, Yamato, waited patiently in its scabbard. She hadn't drawn the sword in years, but the familiar weight and balance were a comforting presence. As she felt the hilt, memories of her past life as the White Widow flooded her mind. The countless battles, the precision, the deadliness. It was a part of her she thought she'd left behind. The Red Room agents closed in, their eyes fixed on Yelena and Natasha. Emma, sensing the tension, stopped riding her bike and stared at her mother with wide eyes. Yelena's heart swelled with protectiveness as she gently pushed Emma behind her. "Time to go," Yelena said, her voice firm but calm. Natasha nodded, her eyes locked on the agents. "Let's take care of this." Without another word, Yelena reached for her katana. The scabbard slid from her belt, and she drew the sword in one swift motion. The blade glinted in the sunlight, its familiar curve a reassuring presence in her hand. The Red Room agents hesitated, taken aback by Yelena's sudden display of steel. For a moment, they seemed unsure of how to react. Yelena took advantage of the hesitation, her eyes scanning the agents. She noted their positions, their movements, and their body language. As she did, Yelena felt a strange sense of calm wash over her. It was as if she'd been waiting for this moment, for the chance to pick up where she'd left off. The White Widow was back, and she was ready to defend her daughter. With a swift motion, Yelena unsheathed her katana and held it at the ready. The agents charged, their guns drawn. Yelena didn't flinch, her eyes locked on the agents. She raised her sword, the blade glinting in the sunlight. The air was heavy with tension as the two sides clashed. Yelena's sword sliced through the air, its deadly precision a testament to her training. The agents were relentless, but Yelena was a force to be reckoned with. As the battle raged on, Emma watched in awe, her eyes fixed on her mother. Yelena was a whirlwind of steel and motion, her katana slicing through the agents with deadly precision. Natasha joined the fight, her own skills honed from years of training. Together, the two sisters were a formidable force, their movements fluid and practiced. The agents fell, one by one, their bodies crumpling to the ground. Yelena's sword sliced through the air, its deadly precision a testament to her training. As the last agent fell, Yelena stood panting, her chest heaving with exertion. Her katana, still clutched in her hand, seemed to hum with power. She felt a sense of pride, of satisfaction. But as she turned to Emma, her expression softened. Her daughter stared at her, eyes wide with a mix of fear and admiration. "Mommy," Emma said, her voice trembling. Yelena knelt down, her sword still clutched in her hand. She pulled Emma into a tight hug, holding her close. "I'm sorry, baby," Yelena said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to scare you." Emma looked up at her, her eyes shining with tears. "You're a superhero, Mommy," she said, her voice filled with awe. Yelena smiled, feeling a sense of pride and purpose. She was a mother, a protector, and a warrior. She would do whatever it took to keep her daughter safe. As they hugged, Natasha approached them, a small smile on her face. "You make a great team, Yelena," she said, her voice sincere. "You and Emma." Yelena looked up at her sister, her eyes searching for any hidden agenda. But all she saw was genuine concern. For a moment, they just stood there, the tension between them dissipating. Yelena knew that this was just the beginning, that the Red Room would not stop until they achieved their goals. But for now, she had protected her daughter, and that was all that mattered. As they stood there, Yelena felt a sense of resolve wash over her. She would do whatever it took to keep Emma safe, even if it meant facing her past again. The White Widow was back, and she was ready to take on whatever came next.