Chapter 6
Couples began to meet in the middle of the ballroom and slow dance. It appeared by the way they were moving that they were free styling an Argentine tango. The lights dimly lit the ballroom so that the atmosphere appeared more romantic than it really was.
I sat in a chair watching the couples sway in front of me with my brows knit together. I had no idea where Steve had gone; he told me he would go get a drink really quickly but it's been twenty minutes since he left. That wasn't like Steve, it scared me that the sensible one of us all had disappeared. Plus, I was feeling a little lonesome without a date.
Wanda appeared at my side, laughing wildly, eyes bulging and lipstick smeared.
"Wanda?" I asked.
She was wobbling in her heels before falling back into my lap. Her head lolled to the side and her lips touched my ears.
Wanda whispered something in Sokovian in my ear before giggling again.
"English, Wanda." I commanded.
She looked at me funny before frowning. Pietro jogged over to us looking understandably concerned.
"What is wrong?" he asked.
"I think she's drunk. Steve disappeared, I don't know where he went-" I began to choke back a sob, "I'm going to check the men's bathroom."
He lifted Wanda off of my lap and sped off with her, leaving me alone. I walked timidly to the men's bathroom and stared for a few seconds. Eventually a stocky man walked out looked at me annoyedly.
The door flying open revealed no Steve.
"Dyvlyachysʹ dlya koho?" (Looking for someone?)
I turned to meet a tall, obviously wealthy, Ukranian man. He was golden tan with dark hair and sea green eyes.
"Ne khto-nebudʹ zokrema. Vy rozmovlyayete anhliysʹkoyu?" I asked.
"Yes, I speak English." he replied.
I smiled and bit my lip, only succeeding in making me appear more apprehensive.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Katya." I responded slyly.
"Harnyy. My name is Yasha. Would you care to join me on the dance floor?" he replied
He had already taken my hand and established his dominance. I had absolutely no dance experience, I could only play along and act as if I had an idea what I was doing. His sparkling blue eyes were quite charming, but he looked at least five years older than me.
Quickly, Yasha, or James as English speakers would translate, began to whisk me across the floor and spin me around quickly. James dipped me and spun me around more, before lifting me and dipping me to the floor.
"Get out of there now!" I heard in my ear piece. Pietro appeared next to us and tapped on his shoulder.
"May I?" he asked.
Yasha looked irritated and hmphed as he handed me off to Pietro. He didn't know how to dance either, so we slow danced instead.
"Are we supposed to be getting out of here?" I whispered next to his ear.
He chuckled as if I had said something interesting and let his hands drop to my sides to pull me closer.
"That man you were dancing with is a mutant. There are several HYDRA agents in here and they're after you and me. If we speed out of here, they'll blow up the quinjet." he whispered.
I giggled and readjusted my hands to hang around his neck.
"So what do we do?" I asked.
"Go dance with Yasha."
I didn't want to separate from Pietro because I felt safer with him, obviously rather than the mutant I was about to dance with. I sighed into his neck and drifted apart from him to try and find James. He found me and held me against his body within moments of seeing him.
"I saw you talking to your little partner. Scream and I'll kill you." he murmured.
My breath hitched and my hands wrapped around his neck, refusing to look at his eyes. I glanced and saw Pietro watching, speaking into his ear piece.
"What's it to you?" I asked.
"Stop acting like a little Suka. I work for HYDRA and I know who you are. You act like you are so above me, like you aren't one of us," he paused to squeeze my ass, "That's not fucking cool."
I finally looked at him and served him the dirtiest glare I could muster. Within seconds his hand striked my face and I yelped. I began to slow all bullets in the room before hearing a familiar voice.
"Stop!"
Steve stood in the corner of the room with a pretty woman on his arm. I flushed a sigh of relief and felt even more so when Pietro sped to my side. Everybody seized their weapons, seeming to want to listen to the decorated soldier.
"Steve-"
"At ease, Soldier." he spat.
I looked at Pietro whose eyes were steadily trained on his. My expression hardened against Cap, whom I recognized as one of my own personal heroes. The woman's eyes met mine and she smirked.
"Pietro, Brielle, don't do any harm here." he warned.
"And why not?" Pietro asked.
"They won't harm you." the woman assured.
"Peggy?" She wouldn't be alive, or she would at least be very elderly. That wasn't Peggy.
"Steve! It's not her!" I shouted.
Peggy pulled out a gun which I sent a force to make it fall to the floor and stick due to increased gravity. Steve ran at me and bullets were flying towards us once more. I took the gravity out from the weapons, including their bullets. I felt my head fly back and suddenly we were in the quinjet, which was speeding away quickly.
Pietro and I sat wordless next to each other. I didn't want to talk about the incident; I knew that if I talked about it that I would become emotional and that wasn't an option. I felt his hand grasp my knee, a slight sign of affection if anything. My hand fell softly on top of his in return.
"So are you guys going to tell us what happened or not?" Clint asked.
Niether of us replied.
"Hello? What happened to Steve?" he pressed.
"Shut up, Clint. We can wait." Thor snapped.
Silence. The quinjet hummed peacefully for a long time. The three of us eventually changed out of our attire into our customary clothes. My mind was racing with thoughts as to how we could just leave Steve. I loved him, he was one of my best friends and protectors.
"I don't mean to be impatient, but if you could give me any piece of advice it would be helpful." JARVIS spoke.
"Peggy was there." I muttered.
Natasha sat next to me and began scratching my back, guiding me to lay my body across her lap. I felt like a giant baby amongst who I considered to all be gods, with the exception of Thor- I knew he was an actual god. But since day one I was the one being nurtured like a newborn colt; it was as if I couldn't stand on my own two feet.
That's what made me miss Steve right now because he would certainly know what to say.
"Relax, Kid. Steve can hold his own." Nat cooed.
I began to shut my eyes but couldn't drift off to sleep. My mind wandered back to my childhood, taking in the several long jet rides I endured with endless snacks and drinks. Ukrainian was a second language to me after visiting there so many times. Never did I suspect that I was a next-in-line HYDRA agent, bred from birth to be the next newest breakthrough.
"Mystique." JARVIS said. Holograms of new articles and a biography flashed in the middle of the quinjet. That explained how Peggy was able to appear young and capture Steve.
I let Natasha stand and observe the information and Vision took her seat.
"Hello, Brielle." he greeted.
"Hi, Vision." I responded.
"I suppose you are upset?"
"We were defenseless. There was a room full of people aiming their guns at us and Steve was tricked to being on their side and Wanda wasn't able to fight... it's all so confusing."
"God knows how uncomfortable you are with being confused." he responded.
A slight grin cracked through for a moment before falling back to a frown. He was watching me as I did so, never taking his eyes off of me.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, I am alright. Are you?"
I shrugged and stared at Pietro and Wanda who sat turned away from the holograms.
"Well, if I may offer you a word, I think you are doing a fantastic job." he added.
"Fantastic job at what?" I asked.
"Being an Avenger."
"If I didn't have Speed Racer over there, I'd be dead." I chuckled.
He began to watch their interaction as well, how he had his arm wrapped around her shoulders and her head fell back into his chest. It made me wish that I had any sibling or best friend growing up because I envied how close they were to each other. I haven't ever had that kind of relationship.
"You love him?" Vision asked.
I shook my head.
"Well, it depends how you're asking." I quickly added.
"It's very apparent that you two care about each other immensely. You seem to be very compatible." he replied.
"We may be compatible but we're both emotionally unstable. It wouldn't work." I said.
"I do admit I have feelings for Wanda. She is quite exquisite in her form and has astounding intelligence," he smiled, "I don't have a considerable amount of emotion and she is emotionally unstable, but I think with effort it is plausible."
"I didn't know you had emotion!" I exclaimed.
He nodded solemnly and smiled.
"Yes. Not in the way that you do, but I do. I care for Wanda and her brother, for Steve, for our team. I do care about you and your wellness. I only hope the best for you." he replied.
I smiled and leaned over to him for a side hug. He tentatively hugged me back and let me be the first one to pull away. Vision and I simultaneously looked back at the twins who were now asleep on the floor of the quinjet. I hated knowing that they endured so much in their upbringing and still chose to fight where they suffered.
I didn't realize how short my chapters were! I'm going to try to lengthen them a lot more! Sorry if this was kind of boring :/