Chapter Eleven: Eyes Wide Open
Natasha Romanoff came to see Vanya who gave her an alias: 'Kira' which she clearly isn't buying but Natasha tried to gain the trust of Vanya who is on the ropes on whether or not she should confess all her sins. Now come the interrogation round 2. Be sure to follow this series and leave me comments. I'll leave a message at the bottom of this for people curious about the "A Girl Named Panic" sequel.
Once again I am in the interrogation room but this time Agent Romanoff isn't here which peaks my curiosity. Maybe she doesn't want to be here, especially after all the things I said but they were all true. I don't lie when I don't have to. The woman from before, Agent Maria Hill, steps forward, bracing a hand on the back of my chair, leaning over me. Her face inches away from my own.
This time my arms are handcuffed behind the metal chair as if I am being arrested but instead am seated. Agent Hill is using this to her advantage but she'll regret that decision if I manage to get myself free. Her wrist is still bound with gauze but it looks fresh, she must have just had the bandages changed.
"Listen up here kid. This isn't a game so it's time to start talking before things get much worse for you," she pushes back off the chair and leans back against the metal wall. I glare at Agent Hill and give a calm smirk before responding.
"Where is Agent Romanoff?"
"She couldn't be here, the man in charge wanted me to do this interrogation."
"Go get her."
"What?" she places a hand on her hip looking at me expectantly.
"I will only talk to Agent Romanoff."
I look up and examine the room seeing all the camera's, time to make my move. I jump up onto me feet and swing the legs of the chair at Agent Hill who ducks out of the way but I'm still coming and swing again, this time the chair collides with her back sending her skidding across the floor, keys falling from her pocket.
Bending down on my knees I use my finger to curl around the keys she lost and quickly jam it into the locks, freeing myself. The door burst open and two more guards rush in. They run at me like stupid boys would and so I do the same but just before the impact I push up off the cool metal ground, tuck my arms across my body and vertically spin as I horizontally clear the head of the two buff steroid dudes and slam down on the ground directly behind them.
My right knees is against the ground while my leg leg is stretched out vertically, and the left hand braced on the ground for support. I swing my foot around, knocking one of the two guards down. The other barrels towards me so I jump up and deliver a powerful swinging kick to the side of his face. His body rattles the ground as I land, the metal chair behind me. The one swiped to the ground comes forwards and I spin, taking the chair, and throwing it at him. I laugh to myself knowing the chair was simply a distraction.
I slam the heel of my foot into his stomach knocking the wind out of him. It's easy to tell because I can hear him wheezing and gasping at straws for air. I hood my leg in front of him and forcefully take sleeve of his shirt pulling him forwards. Using all my strength to flip him over and watch as he slams hard into the hard metal floor.
"Enough!" a deep male voice bounces through the room. I turn around to see a dark skinned man with a black eye patch, black shirt, and leather trench coat. Natasha Romanoff stood at his right while Agent Barton was at his left, all but Natasha glaring at me like I'm a pariah. They should count themselves lucky I didn't kill anybody, which I could have if I wanted to. I straighten up and place my hands on my hips and look at the man in the eye patch.
"I am Directer Nick Fury, you want Agent Romanoff to do your interrogation. Fine."
He nods for me to follow and he turns, exiting the room while Agent Barton and Romanoff stand at each side of the door and walk beside me, blocking me in as we walk behind Director Fury. Most likely so that the can make sure I do not make an escape because it would be stupid to do anything while surrounded by three very dangerous people.
We enter a small rectangular room the room is almost completely empty. Agent Barton locks the door as we enter and I look around as the three member of S.H.I.E.L.D. step to the wall in the front of the room. They look at me expectantly like I'm supposed to know what they want to know.
"Can we make a deal?" I ask suddenly.
Director Fury speaks. "As long as I agree to the terms."
"If I provide the information you must protect me from the people who want to kill me"
Director Fury looks from Barton to Romanoff who both are nodding in agreement then back to me.
"Deal."
"Deal. Ask away."
"Where are you from" asks Barton.
"I'll need you to clarify, where was I born or where I grew up?"
He looks at Natasha and shrugs his shoulders as he says: "Both."
"I was born here, in America. I grew up in Volgograd, Russia."
"The place once known as Stalingrad?" Agent Barton asks, for confirmation, or at least I assume that's what for.
"Correct."
"How many languages can you speak?" Director Fury.
"Russian, English, French, Latin, Czech, French, German, Chinese, Norwegian, and many, many others."
Natasha looked at me, like she was trying to place my face. Does she know? Her lip quivered ever so slightly at the next question. She was terrified of whatever she's going to say. "Who trained you? "
"The Red Room."
"For the Black Widow Program?" Barton.
"Yes as well as another. One that Agent Romanoff was lucky enough to miss out on."
Natasha Romanoff looked like she was going to break down in tears or rip the room apart in sheer anger. She had crossed her arms over her chest and I really wanted to stop talking.
"What was it?" Director Fury.
"The program name is the same as my codename. Black Mamba"
"You're the Black Mamba?" Barton.
"Indeed I am."
"Did you or did you not demolish Big Ben, a famous clock tower in London."
"I did."
"Why?" Director Fury.
"He ordered me to."
"Who ordered you?"
"Rurak."
"Who is that?"
"Rurak Schmidt, the son of Johann Schmidt, otherwise know as Red Skull."
"So," Director Fury says, stepping forward, leaning his hands on the stainless steel tabletop. "You work for HYDRA?"
"No, not exactly. I am loaned to HYDRA, the Red Room still can use me at anytime."
"Why did you pull that fire alarm?" Director Fury.
"Because I—"
"Because what!" he shouts. Natasha who looks like she's going to throw up looks up and Agent Barton steps towards Director Fury.
"I-I didn't want to kill all those people..." I stutter, feeling the tension and guilt fill up in my chest.
"What does Rurak want with the serum you stole from Mikhail before you shot him in the head!"
"Stop!"
At first I think the words came from me but Director Fury turns around and I realize that it was Natasha Romanoff who had shouted. She glared daggers at Directory Fury as she look a step forward. Her teeth were gritted and she looked furious.
"Agent Romanoff" I could hear the warning in Director Fury's tone.
"Don't you dare use what she was forced to do against her like you did to me" her voice cold and sharp enough to cut glass.
"Fine then. You do the interrogation and see how much information you get" he growls, stepping back as Romanoff steps forward, green eyes meeting my own.
"Weren't your eyes blue last time I saw you?" she asks.
"Contacts and temporary dye. Charlize cover."
She nods before speaking. "Do you know what they're using the serum for?"
"No, not one hundred percent but I think Rurak is trying to revive Red Skull along with a few other people, I only have their initials."
"Why would he do that."
"I was moved to a base in Germany and inside a room I found paper work, blueprints really. They were drawn of a machine that could shoot the serum up into the sky, probably allowing them to revive whomever they please. Especially Red Skull.."
"You have no Russian accent, how long have you been speaking English?"
"It's my second language and since I was old enough to speak."
"First language?"
"Russian."
She looks down at the tabletop the skirts her eyes back to me before speaking again but this time her eyes are shaking.
"How old are you?"
"How is the relevant to HYDRA or me being a criminal?"
"Just answer the question." Director Fury.
"Seventeen."
"Who are your parents?"
"I don't know, never met them."
"Did you grow up at the Red Room?"
"Yes. I was the only one who made it through both the Black Widow Program and the Black Mamba Program. Everyone else that attempted it ended up dying. Red Room adopted me."
"What was the Black Mamba Program?"
"It was similar to the Black Widow Program but the injections were much worse. The side effects were horrible with fevers over two-hundred degrees and freezing below zero. Then there was one with the lab tables, they only watched as they shot hundreds of volts of electricity surging through my body."
"What is your name."
"I already told you that."
"No, you gave me an alias. I want to know your real name."
Her eyes gave a me look and I felt a pit in my stomach, s-she can't know. She didn't want me before so why would she want me now? Correction she wouldn't, don't be stupid.
"How would you know?"
"I can read people. You aren't Sariya Portnov, Charlize Bazile, Alyssa, or Kira. What is your name?"
Director Fury steps forward as Natasha Steps back. "Answer the question. Who are you!?"
A give a cold grin before responding.
"Vanya Romanova."
Currently I have sic chapters completed and I'm currently working on chapter 7. I began thinking the the story was escalating to quickly so I'm adding more chapters in between the original chapter 5 and 6. That's all for now and I hope everyone enjoyed this update and the chapter on THIS fanfiction.