There was a long awkward silence after that. He stared at me then Ivan. Then back at me. "I don't approve."
"Well it's a good thing that you don't get a say, da?" Ivan said holding me tighter.
"She is a citizen of my country, commie," he said.
I was starting to feel quite put out at him talking about me as if I wasn't even there. I curled my hands into fists, my nails digging into my palm. This was really aggravating, I hardly ever get angry. I looked down. "So Mr. America," I said in an unusually calm tone, "do you recall Project Hero?"
I noticed he visibly stiffened, "P-p-project Hero?"
Ivan stared at me; of course I forgot to tell him the name of the team that created what I am today. "Oh don't tell me you've forgotten. The team of scientist whose main goal was to create the perfect 'hero'? The same group of scientists who were all found brutally mutilated in their laboratory." I looked up giving him a wide grin, "The same scientists who performed inhumane experiments on the unfortunate children. The same scientists who pushed one of their successes to the limit and killed her, the same scientists who created me."
"V-valentine!" he shouted glomping me. "I've missed you. Dude you haven't changed at all. Where ha-." I grabbed him by the ear.
"I am marrying Ivan weather you like it or not," I said calm again and all traces of malice and creepiness gone.
Ivan pulled me back to his side, "She is mine, da."
"Alright I agree, but under one condition." Said America seriously. "The hero gets to give her away!" he shouted.
"Fine," I said. Ivan glared at me slightly at the corner of his eye. "Please it's not like my father is alive anyway. As long as he doesn't do anything stupid." He hugged me pulling me back to his side. "Could you give me Feliks's number?" I asked abruptly.
