I'm back everyone! I've really missed talking to you guys and hearing your opinions and theories, so I decided to come back to my roots :) Rewriting Black Flags now, and I'll start bringing my other stories back as well. I hope you all like it!

ONE

"Сильнее," The guard says coldly, face emotionless as he watches me with crossed arms. Harder.

I tighten my fists, drenched in sweat and remaining in stance. I meet my brother's pale blue eyes and nod once, and on cue we both surge forward. He swings for my temple, but I duck and dart forward to ram my fist into his gut. Before I can land a hit he grabs my wrists in his hand and twists easily, jerking my wrist back in a move that makes me hiss in a breath in pain. I swing my leg and land my knee into his narrow waist, turning him enough for me to hook a leg under his knee and turn my torso, knocking him to the ground. I pin his legs with mine and move his hands so they're pinned my my knees and put my hands against his throat. I don't put pressure down, and after a beat I rise off of him, him easily following suit.

"Недостаточно." The man says coldly. Not enough. "Вы должны быть в состоянии убить быстрее." You need to be able to kill faster.

I step aside, trying to breathe. "Пытались." I say quietly. We're trying.

"Возвращение к клеткам," The man says, ignoring me and turning to where the training room door opens. Return to your cell.

We move obediently, stepping into the hallway and pausing in front of each other before we enter our separate cells. "Насколько мы близки?" He asks quietly, his voice low and face turned away from the cameras. How close are we?

I glance at the camera before slowly turning my head so my hair hides my mouth. "Сегодня ночью," I whisper. Tonight.

He nods once, and at the same time we both turn and step into the glass rooms, able to see each other but always separate. I wordlessly step into the small bathroom, stripping myself of the standard uniform of exercise leggings and a black t-shirt. I quickly shower before changing into the uniform that we're required to wear whenever we aren't training; a white shirt, gray sweatpants, and a tracker cuff. I've tried to remove the chip inside it before, but it always leads to punishments that take weeks to recover from.

I step back into my cell and see my brother has done the same. I nod once, seeing the water dripping off of his red hair, and sit on my bed, pulling my long blonde curls over my shoulder before glancing at the mirror. Curves, green-blue eyes, and what they say is a natural ability to deceive. I don't know why they believe that, but I know it can't be true if I'm still trapped here. There's yelling in Russian, and I frown as the guards drag a man down the hall, and I quickly hop to my feet when I get a glimpse of his face.

Clint Barton.

I move closer to the glass as they drag him to the interrogation room, his face already a little bloodied and bruised, and across the hall I meet my brother's eyes and use my hands to sign, Avengers?

He shakes his head slightly.

Ice floods my veins, but before I can sign anything back my door slides open. I keep my face emotionless and step into the hallway, seeing my twin step out of his own cell, and we move in after them, remaining silent as the door locks behind us. From where Barton is locked up he watches us with a slight frown.

"James and Margaret will talk to you," Our trainer says in English. "Sooner or later you will tell us what we want to know about the Avengers." He turns to us and says in Russian, "Показать никакой пощады и найти меня , когда он готов говорить." Show no mercy and find me when he's ready to talk. We nod once, and our trainer leaves us in a room without a camera- his first mistake.

I instantly move towards the cage and ask, "How badly do you want to leave?"

"Who are you?" He demands, watching us carefully.

"Do you want to leave or not?" I repeat coldly. I don't trust this man at all, and the sooner he's gone the better, but I know I need him alive if I ever want out of this hellhole.

He waits a beat. "What do you want me to do?" He asks finally. I can see him still studying us closely- too closely, as if we're a puzzle he's so close to solving but can't quite connect the pieces.

"Back up," James says flatly. I step backwards as he does, and I grab a pipe from the table and slam the lock, breaking it off. I drop it and yank the cage open, and Barton steps out, watching us as James peeks through the door. "Cameras," He says quietly.

I release a breath. "I'm going for the control panel."

James catches the pipe I toss at him, putting the cuffed wrist against the wall and slamming the pipe into it. It falls off, and I press my own cuffed wrist against the wall and glance away as James breaks my cuff off, turning the tracking light off. Without another word I slip into the hallway, pipe in hand as a few guards start running towards me.

I smirk. "What's the matter? Scared of a little girl?"

They move, and I swing, slamming one in the jaw and aiming a hard kick to another, ignoring how he coughs up blood as he falls. I keep moving, stabbing and hitting and snapping the necks of the guards until there's no one left, and then I shove the small part of the pipe into the panel, shutting everything down. The last three doors open, and two boys and a girl step out. Raven looks up at me emotionlessly, her light brown hair moving to reveal sharp blue eyes, and Evan stares at the blood before brushing blond strands back, looking at me expectantly with stormy gray eyes. I don't bother to look at Daniel, knowing whatever comes out of his mouth will just make me want to punch him, and I hear James stop at my side.

"What now?" Daniel asks, crossing his arms and keeping his warm brown eyes on Barton. The Avenger seems confused, unsure who we are or why we're here, and I know Daniel is waiting to question my motives away from other ears.

"Find Kylie," I take in my team, knowing that we need to lose the Avenger sooner rather than later. "Then we get out."