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Prologue: Leaving
#Present#
Remy,
I can't do this anymore. The only people in the school that trust me are you, Rogue, and Logan. I'm the outcast of the X-Men and nobody wants me around, so why should I stay. Everyone was my family, the only real family I had. So much of my life was just a disappointment and now the X-Men abandon me too. Why spend time with loved ones that will stab you in the back if you can be alone and completely safe? Sometimes I wonder if coming here was a mistake…maybe I should've stayed with Magneto or died in the base. I'm leaving and never coming back. Tell Rogue that she'll always be the sister I've always wanted, and tell Wolvie that he's the father I never had. I love you all, but this is the last time you'll hear from me.
Good Luck,
Sephie
#Three Weeks Ago#
"Rogue, get down!" Wiccan yelled.
Rogue, after being pushed down by Wiccan, looked up to see her friend get hit by an energy beam. Graydon Creed's anti-mutant organization was getting more technologically advanced with deadlier weapons. The Friends of Humanity had tried to destroy a mutant sympathizing homeless refugee shelter.
Gambit charged a card and threw it at the face of one of the terrorists, momentarily blinding him. "Take t'at homme!" Gambit yelled. "Tell Creed t'at t'e X-Men ain't ever backin' down."
With all the fighting around the X-Men, one of the FOH members managed to grab Wiccan and take her to an arriving helicopter. Wolverine tried to get to her, but was shot down and distracted by three other terrorists.
#Two Weeks, Five Days Ago#
Persephone woke in a sterile, white hospital lab with her wrists and ankles cuffed to the dull metal table. Throughout the lab, there were other test subjects on other tables. The rubbing alcohol and other various chemicals brought back memories that she would rather have forgotten.
Feeling sick with a feeling of dread, Wiccan yelled, "Hello! Where th' hell am Ah!"
Although she was unsure of her surroundings and very distressed, Wiccan remained calm-minded, allowing her thoughts to go blank. This allowed her more control over her mind. She tried to use her powers to release her from her bindings, but she had a power suppressing collar around her neck. Fortunately, she was able to access her computer-like brain.
She wracked her brain for any possible way to get her off the table and out of the collar. Finally, she remembered her lesson with Gambit on how to pick locks. Putting pressure on her back molar, she spit a telescopic lock pick into her hand. Because she had been in a similar situation, she decided to be prepared should she be captured again.
Getting up off the table, she looked for a way to get the collar off her neck without causing it to explode. Looking around, she noticed a small electronic key on one of the tables.
What stupid scientists and guards,Wiccan thought. They left the key to the collar out on the table.
She quickly released herself from the collar and checked the other test subjects for a pulse, only to find out that all the subjects were dead. She started for the only door in the room and ran through various rooms and halls in order to escape the horrors of the lab. Unfortunately, the lab was underwater.
"Shit," she said.
A guard had noticed Persephone and called for backup. She quickly grabbed the guard and smashed the back of his head into her knee in order to knock him unconscious. She ran out of the room and found a re-breather inside one locker. Pulling the wires out of the panels in the control room, she managed to start the self-destruct countdown. Persephone was already swimming away when the base exploded, forcing her through the water faster. By the time she made it to the surface, she had to use what was left of her strength to get to the beach before blacking out.
#Two Weeks Ago#
Waking up strapped to another table in a hospital isn't exactly the way for a person who just escaped a human testing facility. Again, Seph managed to get out of her restraints and ran up the stairs. She froze in shock, realizing that her team-her family-tied her down.
"We need you to tell us what you know," Scott said.
"Ah have no idea what you're goin' on 'bout, One-Eye, but we're all gonna be unhappy if someone doesn't explain why Ah was tied down t' th' cot," Wiccan said angrily.
"Scott and some o' the team say that you're workin' with the FOH. They seem t' think that you left six completely healthy and able mutants t' die in that explosion," Logan growled.
"They were all already dead. What? Did ya want meh t' bring back th' bodies?" she asked.
"We have reliable proof that you are a double agent working for the Friends of Humanity. You got kidnapped during that battle so you could be briefed for your next assignment. Tell us what you were told to do!" Scott yelled.
"Listen, homme, I've known t'at girl f'r a while and she ain't guilty," Gambit said.
"If she doesn't tell us what she knows, then she has to be taken out of the X-Men."
"You can't do that!" Rogue yelled.
"I'm the leader of the X-Men and I can suspend or expel whomever I choose," Scott retorted.
"Fahne. Ah'll leave th' X-Men, but Ah'm not leavin' mah family," Persephone stated.
#Present#
"Now boarding Flight 24 to Moscow, Russia"
Persephone walked onto the plane, took her seat, and fell asleep.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but we need you to place your seat in its upright position. We are about to land," said a flight attendant.
Persephone did as she was asked and waited for the plane to land.
As she walked off the plane, she went through the foreign security check with her alternate identification.
"Добро пожаловать в Россию, г-жа Terra Рейнольдс," said the security guard. (Welcome to Russia, Ms. Terra Reynolds)
(A/N: now all Russian in this chapter is going to be written in English, but will be BOLD)
"Thank you."
She walked over to the baggage claim, and then hailed a taxi.
"Where to, Miss?"
"Bring me to the town square in Moscow," Persephone said curtly.
The drive was tedious and long, and Persephone was just looking out the window the entire time. She'd been to Russia once before, so she wasn't as captivated as a first-time tourist.
Arriving in the center of Moscow, she started towards her hotel. She checked into her hotel under the name of her alias. After placing her baggage in her room, she walked out onto the street. As she was walking, she carefully watched every face that passed by her until one green-eyed woman stuck out.
"I thought you left this country behind," Terra said after carefully following the woman to a more secluded area.
"Well, we can't all have perfect recall. Besides, I had something to destroy," the woman said. "Do you want to help me?"
"What do you want, Natalia?" Terra asked. "You knew I was following you for at least three blocks."
"I'm actually going by Natasha Romanoff now, but I'm here to destroy the Red Room,"
"You're finally going after them?"
"Da-I mean, yes. They deserve what's about to happen. Are you in or not?" Natasha said with a calm fury.
"Of course I'll help you," Terra said exasperatedly. "I know how much this means to you."
"Thank you, Terra."
Infiltrating the base was easy; however, the Red Room had been trying to replicate what they did to Natasha since she destroyed their research and experimental drugs. Terra and Natasha were taking down the new failed attempt Black Widows quickly. Natasha shot the first one in the head, leaving her lifeless on the floor.
"This just goes to show you how they haven't replicated me. I can dodge a bullet at point blank easily, but these failed replicas can't even fight half as well as I could back then," Natasha said with a sneer. "I bet that even Tony could take these girls out without his suit."
"Well, isn't it a good thing that they haven't replicated what they did to you? That would make this so much harder than it already is," Terra said calmly, hitting another with a vine she conjured from the ground. "See? I wouldn't have been able to do that to you. You would've somehow dodged it."
"This damn place needs to be destroyed along with all the staff and directors. Good thing we just happened to be here when the directors decided to check on progress," Natasha said with a smirk as she used her Widow's Bite to take another girl down.
Terra took a chair and threw it into the face of the last girl, effectively knocking her down. She then kicked the girl in the temple in order to keep her down.
"Did you already place the explosives?" Terra asked.
"Yeah. All we need to do now is get out of here and destroy this place."
As they calmly ran out of the base, Natasha shot everyone who walked into her line of sight. Once outside the base, Terra took out the detonator and handed it to Natasha.
"This is your mission. I know how much this means to you after they messed up your DNA back in 1932. You were only four years old. These people are sick, and you deserve the honor of destroying them."
"I know, Terra. I killed Ivan back when I escaped, but the entire Black Widow Program is going to be destroyed. Today. By me," Natasha said with silent fury laced in her voice.
Natasha took the detonator and set off the explosives. They both stood, watching the explosions as if they were fireworks at a celebration.
"I'm going to call Fury and tell him that I'm on my way back."
"Natasha, do you think that I could go back with you and help your team?" Terra asked quietly. "I want to do something good with my power, and I think that working with the Avengers would help me forget my friends' betrayal."
"Sure."
Natasha took out her phone and dialed some obscure number. "This is Black Widow requesting transport for two back to base. Put Fury on the line. Identification number 312192832414"
"This is Director Fury"
"I'm bringing a recruit for the Avengers. Meet us in the jet. We'll be ready in ten."
"I'm going to pretend you didn't talk to me like that, Romanoff. You're lucky that you're a great asset. See you in ten. We knew you would be ready when we noticed the explosion."
Natasha hung up the phone and started packing with Terra.
After finishing the packing, they walked up to the roof and waited for the jet to pick them up.
"So…do you think that it would be okay for me to be on the team?" Terra asked.
"Well, you don't even need to worry, Miss Reynolds," said a voice behind her. "I am Director Nick Fury. Welcome to the Avengers."