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Chapter 16

She sighed getting to the jet and found her bags there with a pillow, a warm blanket, and a fold-away cot, and the sheathed sword laying there, the foldable neatly folded there with a well-written letter setting there for her. She couldn't help the smile that spread across her face as she read it. "You big softy," she muttered. Pressing the button to close the ramp, Bianca began to shuffle through her bags, she searched for a clean change of clothes, she'd noticed there were a few other pairs of clothes, socks and a different pair of shoes there she had not bought, and it had her question as to how they'd gotten there. Pulling on the black pair of warm leggings and fuzzy socks, she changed into a peach cream caged bralette and slipped a loose-fitting cream-colored long-sleeved thin shirt before pulling on the dark burgundy wool woven button-down baggy sweater. She liked her things baggy, they were always so very comfortable. Picking up the new pair of dark brown leather mid-calved boots, Bianca took a casual seat and pulled them on, lacing up the front of the boots to a cozy amount, grabbing her other bags, and looking through the equipment she had with her. Tony and her uncle knew her too well, knives were her best option, guns she wasn't so good with but she could use one, just not like Natasha could. It was why she only had one small handgun and ten clips for it with three boxes of bullets for said gun. Finding a set of Widow's bracelets, Bianca almost paled at which ones these were. They were Natasha's, and her Taser disks. Strapping the thigh holster to her leg of the knives, she strapped the gun to her left leg, knowing it wouldn't be the first thing she intentionally went to use unless she had to shoot a longer distance than the knife could go. She'd have to prioritize. Sighing upon realizing she'd have to save as many knives as possible since they were her better close tool, she unclipped the holsters and switched them to the other leg and thigh. Continuing her search through the small bags Tony and Steve had set up for her, Bianca found an antique silver ring with a stone, black as night with a small stream of turquoise swirling around the gem. It was beautiful. But it wasn't hers. That much she knew. It had her curious where it had come from and who it belonged to. Not wanting to lose this but still curious, she slipped it on each figure, sadly it was just a little too big for her index finger but fit perfectly on her thumb. However, knowing it wasn't hers, she slipped the ring onto her necklace for safekeeping.

Sighing with exhaustion, Bianca set the small bags aside and grabbed the fuzzy and warm-looking blue blanket. She was going to curl up and nap for a few hours. And after all the strangeness that had happened, she definitely wanted a nap. Running a hand over her the junction of her neck where she had been bitten out of curiosity, and just like in that strange dream, there was no open wound, it was still tender of course, but there was no blood, no japing wound. Nothing aside from the slight tingling sensation every so often she felt. Shrugging, Bianca stood and moved to make her way to an open spot on the floor to curl up, until the sound of paper bags shuffling and things spilling out onto the metal floor had her curious and looking down to investigate. Smiling softly at the leather-bound sketchbook, the small sketch pencil set with a few pieces of charcoal and a small set of oil-based pastel crayons, and about 200 sheets of loose paper in a binder with two pens and several envelopes. Seeing the paper and envelopes, Bianca smiled at the thought of sending Peter, Ned, and MJ, and maybe Tony, letters to let them know she was alright. The sad part was they wouldn't be able to return anything to her. Sighing, she shuffled through the gift carefully and set the art supplies up into a cabinet for safekeeping, so nothing would be destroyed, folded the clothing, and put them into another overhead cabinet unit with her shoes tucked in with them. With the cabinets being water-resistant, even if she had what happened at the Ocean based science lab none of her things in those units would get wet or damaged. As long as they stayed closed and locked. Turning the key to the units Bianca slipped the key onto her necklace with Bucky's uniform star she still had. She was honestly thankful that the key to the units in the jet was just a tiny little silver magnetic key. She was even more relieved that with all of this madness going on she still had the ring Thor had given her was thankfully still on her finger as was her grandmother's replicated ring. Wrapping the blanket around her she walked to the pilot's seat and turned on a few switches to find the date and time since it was a gloomy-looking day, she wasn't sure if the sun was setting or if it was early morning the next day. When she saw what day it was she groaned and plopped down in the chair and pulled her legs up into herself. "I need a vacation…." She grumbled.

She spent three days resting, walking back into the nearest town to get premade meals and watching the new anchors, searching for Natasha and Steve. Sam had been taken into custody, along with Scott Lang and Clint, and dear Wanda as well. No doubt Tony was wallowing in misery with the harm that had occurred to Rhodie during his fall, which she hadn't known about until she read the report and watched the review Tony had given about the incident, he hadn't said much, in fact, Tony had said very little about it and focused on reporting Rhodie's healing, that he was alive and that they were all grateful for that much, and she was too. Listening to the news, Bianca took the time to write each person a letter, continuing to omit the place she was, only letting them know she was safe, that she was sorry she wouldn't be there for birthdays, or possibly any holidays, that she missed school and her fears of not being in school any longer because of what had happened. She explained in Peter's letter, her family relations, why she had been there, why she was confused on whether to call Steve 'dad' or 'uncle', why she was more alright with calling Natasha by name or 'mom', why she'd been at the airport, what Ross had done to her – taking her away from Steve and Natasha, away from Nick and the Avengers, putting a muzzle on her when the cuffs had been enough. She had lost count of how many times she had to re-write Peter's letter because she was giving him too much information about where she had been after the airport, like where she had woken up and where she was now. When she was pleased with the last and very well-edited letter, Bianca sighed as she read it out loud to herself and sighed as she finished. "This is a rehearsed letter, Bee…"

By the time she was really finished, after adding an apology about the letter seeming rehearsed and continued with her written rambling Bianca had about three or four pages and sealed it up nice and tightly, she took the letters with no return address to a close-by postal office and paid to have them shipped out to the US and returned to the jet with a final decision that if she was going to find Natasha and Steve then she was going to have to be a little… Under the wire with things since the phone was only for emergencies and Natasha likely had nothing with her that Binaca could use to track or search. And Manson wasn't answering her, meaning she had nothing to contact Natash through. Not even him. She'd spent hours thinking of who or how she could find Natasha, but she was only coming up with one name. And the thought pissed her off. The only one person she could think of that might have heard some fast-spreading rumors was Ulysses Klaue.

Taking a seat in the pilot's seat, Bianca took a deep breath and cracked her knuckles and fingers, and went to search for any reports of theft he would have likely dealt in. Finding a curious repost from the London New's anchor and journalist reports of a Museum in Great Britain being robbed and the Director being poisoned then killed, she pulled up the information of the stolen artifacts. A mask and an Axe's metalhead, the shaft had been broken off. It had her curious why the head would have been separated from the shaft, it would have taken away from the quality of the Axe's worth if they were selling it. Until Ultron's voice echoed in the back of her mind, "Vibranium, the strongest, most durable, and most powerful metal on the planet." Grinning at the fact she likely found him, she dug a little further, one that took her a little bit longer than she'd have liked, having to go through several different channels she was a little scared to go through since she didn't have Natasha, Nick or Clint there to help her through any of it. The last thing she wanted or needed to do was make a mistake that could get her killed while searching for vibranium being auctioned off. But there was none. However, there had already been a bid placed on the last order of it. And it is being sold in Busan, South Korea in just a few days. Sighing, Bianca pouted a little, "Crap," she muttered and returned to thinking. So, she wung it and searched for a connection of communication. When she was suddenly granted permission of a private chat line, she sat there nervously on what the hell to even say. Taking in a deep, fearful, and nervous breath, Bianca released the heavy and painful breath, "Here goes nothin'," she muttered.

Chatline

User: "I am interested in the Vibranium,"

Klaue: "It's already been sold,"

User: "I'll pay your twice as much as the other buyer," Okay. Maybe that had not been the smartest thing to say.

Klaue: "Unless you have three times the amount of diamonds the current buyer is giving me for this then it's no deal. But, come anyways. It could be a fun party afterward," - SIGNED OUT

Bianca felt sick, "I just did that… Am I suicidal!" Oh yeah, it was official, she was suicidal! Now the question remained, where the hell was she going to get three times the amount of the diamonds the first buyer was giving him just to pass inspection for something she didn't even want! All she wanted was to know if he knew anything about Natasha or Steve! No doubt Klaue would have taken advantage of that information in a heartbeat though and tried to have them killed if he did know, but, it was worth a shot. Now she just had to figure out how much was the first buyer giving him anyways! Frantically looking through the file, Bianca tried to see how much of the deal was struck. But when she saw the amount, Bianca wanted to throw up. "And I'm screwed." Yeah, she was likely about to have an anxiety attack.

Busan, South Korea

This was not going to be easy.

Bianca took a deep breath of courage as she walked through the streets looking for the meeting point with a briefcase and dressed in a charming handkerchief style sleeveless burgundy Chiffon fabric wrap-around dress with a deep sweetheart neckline. The straps of the dress crisscrossing over her back and tied at her low back, she'd decided to wear black open-toed heels with a thick backheel to it, she really didn't feel like rolling her ankle again. Her make-up, she had done lightly because the last thing she needed was to have a man hit on her, which had sadly already happened five minutes ago as she made her way to the area she was meant to be going. That being a Hotel. She was told to meet Klaue there for the examination of the diamonds. And she had not come by them easily either. But she had to get past the check, meaning she had to have actual diamonds. But she couldn't lose these since they were technically borrowed Diamonds. Entering the lush and fabulous Hotel, Bianca felt a shiver roll up her spine as she saw the two huge men step out in front of her, stopping her from going any further to the lobby's bar.

"Let her pass," she heard Klaue say, but he wasn't in the lobby. He was behind her.

Feeling a warm hand being placed at her back over her exposed skin, she suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Well, hello darling," he said with a grin.

Bianca's stomach turned at his tone, the words that rolled out of him. 'Grose,' Feeling him ease her forward after the men stepped aside and he walked her further towards a private section of the lobby and the bar.

"Sit, put the diamonds on the table," Klaue said with a tone of order.

Remaining silent, Bianca did as he requested.

Smiling like a giddy schoolboy, Klaue took the case and pulled it over to him, but when she tried to open the case, his smile fell into one of irritation. He was not one to enjoy being yanked around, he liked being the one to yank people around. "Where's the key love?" he asked coldly, leveling a glare to the young lady sitting silent across from him, Klaue took a deep breath as he sat back. "I never received a name of this suddenly new interested party."

She felt her left eye twitch just a little at him and decided to stick with her cover story. "I am sorry to inform you of this deception, however, it is not the Vibranium my party is truly interested in. We are searching for someone and with these particular parties of interest, my employer believed you may have… possibly overheard some rumors that could help us find these individuals. However, I informed my employer that with you being these individuals' enemy you'd have simply taken a hit out on them and they'd likely be dead by now." She said coldly, but on the inside, she was begging for Natasha and Steve's forgiveness. By doing this she was putting them in the crosshairs of many more of their enemies. 'Please forgive me,'

Now suddenly more interested in this, Klaue looked to one of his men, snapped his fingers, and ordered a few drinks, "Bring the lady some red wine, spiced- No, no, you'll love it, trust me," Klaue said to her, stopping her before she could refuse.

Bianca bit her lip when he'd stopped her and waited for the drinks to come as he had. Once the tray was set down and Klaue took his glass of bourbon he lifted the tall round wine glass half-filled full of the spiced red wine he'd ordered for her off the tray and leaned slightly over the table towards her, offering her the wine. Nodding a false thanks to him, she took the wine and stared at him as he watched her intensely with that cheeky grin. "Forgive me, but," she said softly as she dipped her clear polished nail into the wine and let it sit for a moment, watching him curiously looking at her. Removing her polished nail to see if there had been any change, Bianca smiled at him with thanks and nodded her head to him a second time before taking a sip. "I have trust issues," she finished after taking her small sip.

He began to chuckle that turned into a belly laugh, "I like you, now, who are you lookin' for lovely?" he asked, taking a drink of his drink.

"Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers," she said, diving right into it. She smirked just a little when he choked a little on the drink he'd taken.

Hearing two of the names he wished he had the heads of, Klaue sat forward on the circle couch, coughing through the burning of the bourbon. When his cough finally eased up Klaue cleared his throat several times, "Sweetheart, if I had anything no those two I'd have Rogers's head laying on his shield and Romanoff's heart in a jar in my glass shelves. Why are you lookin' for them sweetheart?" he asked, setting his glass down.

"My employer has their reasons, none of which are your business." She said coldly.

Nodding with a smirking grin, Klaue cleared his throat once more. "You know, I think I may be able to help ya, for some time there has been an old contact of mine that had been lookin' into finding a weakness of theirs. And for quite some times I never could find one…" Ulysses said, lacing his fingers together over his knees, his eyes hardening at her, a grin spreading over his lips maliciously.

"You grin as if you think you found a weakness," she accused him.

"They have a daughter," he whispered to her, "and she comes at a much better price than your precious diamonds my dear."

"You act as if I have this so-called daughter. But that is a lie, Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff do not have a child, she'd be a child or an infant, but even then it's impossible, Romanoff cannot have children. She's unable to carry a child." Bianca told him calmly. When she felt a cold hand slide over her shoulder and a warm face leaned down into her hair, Bianca felt panic overflowing from her belly and working its way up into her chest.

"And that is exactly what a daughter would have said, all to protect mummy and herself… Zdravstvuy, moya malenn'kaya Romanova. Kak ty dumayesh', otkuda vzyalis' eti brillianty, moya dorogaya?" he whispered into her ear. He had her. He finally had her. And the little bitch could finally pay for leaving. Standing straight up, he took a deep breath in. He could taste victory over Natasha Romanova already. Bringing a hand up to the hairline he had a dripping suspicion was a wig, he easily peeled the soft wig off her head and watched her long strawberry blonde hair falling out and over her shoulders and the back of the couch. Dropping the brunette wig to the floor, Dreykov chuckled and went about peeling the tap off from her skin, he laced his hand in through her soft hair and gently pulled back, making her look up to him. She had the same fire in her eyes as Natasha had. "Lovely... Just like your mother." He told her and released her hair. "Take out the contacts, Klaue."

Russian Translation:

Unknown male: "Hello my little Romanova. Where do you think these diamonds came from, my dear?"

Chuckling as he watched the fear slowly playing on the girl's face, Klaue cleared his throat, "You fell for it lit'le girl. That injection you got in Germany, was his lit'le gift. You see, even if we lost ya in Norway, we knew exactly what you'd likely do Bianca. Especially after Secretary Ross has a prince on your pre'ty lit'le head of yours. Find mummy and Baba," he said with a grinning smirk at the few tears that began to roll down her face. Moving from his spot, he slid over beside her and grabbed her face, and held her head in place when she tried to move her head away from him, "'ey now, don't move, let's see those pre'ty eyes our yours, love." He said, slipping the lens out of her eyes easily and without harming her even if he could have dug his thumb into her eyes, he hadn't. Dreykov was paying a pretty price for her to be 100% healthy and unharmed. In truth, had Dreykov never contacted him about keeping an eye out for the girl, he would have likely fallen for this tonight.

She couldn't believe how stupid she'd been, falling for this. She should have known better. This had truly been too easy, and she really should have known better than to trust the easiness of getting the diamonds on loan, why she shouldn't have tried this without Natasha. But she had needed the diamonds to try to get what information he may have had about Steve and Natasha. But this was what she got for being an idiot. But she hadn't come unarmed. From the moment of this man laying a hand to her arm, she'd been slowly inching a hand to the front of her dress where she could slip a hand between the folds of her dress to the knife holsters she had strapped to her thigh under her dress. She was using the wine held over her lap to cover her other hand's inching movements. Slipping the small knife into her hand, Bianca glanced to Klaue while he still held her face in that vicious grip of his looking at her. "You know, you definitely grew up since the last time I saw ya," Klaue commented. He wasn't trying to sound perv-ish when he'd said it, but she definitely didn't look like the kid she had looked like a few years ago at first glance. But, then again, maybe it was the dress and the make-up. Stepping back from the couch, Dreykov removed his hand from the girl's strong shoulder and turned towards his Taskmaster and five of his guards plus two Widows he'd brought. While he had his secret weapon with him, he wanted to use her as a last resort. "Take her," he ordered calmly.

Hearing the man she was assuming may have been the man who Klaue said wanted her, this Dreykov man, but she wasn't positive it was him since he'd never truly been identified to being the man, Bianca turned a glare at Klaue with a burning hatred, she splashed the wine up into his face, making him shout when the wine got into his eyes, then sliced his forearm of the hand that held her face, and rolled off to the side away from him and off the couch. Looking up to the advancing men coming at her, she threw the knife at the first man and watched him drop to his knees with screams of pain when the knife embedded into his inner thigh, likely severing his femoral artery, she drew two more knives and threw them to the next two advancing from of Klaue's group, one knife went through a man's throat, the other into one's shoulder. Being grabbed from behind, Bianca lifted herself up and swung her legs back down and between the legs of the one who came up behind her taking them down and causing them to flip forward, grabbed their first when they swung up to strick her and broke their writes before jumping over the fully geared up soldier and made a run for it. But she hadn't gotten far until two Widows were now blocking her path, "Move, I don't want to hurt you." She told them. But their expressions were blank. 'What the hell is wrong with them?'

Amused by what he was seeing, Dreykov chuckled. She was good. Very good. When his widows blocked her nearest escape, he began to clap as he approached her, slowly. "My, my, my, Natasha trained you, didn't she?" he asked. He hadn't believed it when he heard the reports done by Secretary Ross, no one knew he still had contacts inside of the US Government, he could get just about anything information-wise, and death ordered. "I saw the video from the U.N. bombing," he started, watching her shoulder sag at the reminder. Dreykov grinned with victory over her. He had her where he wanted her. Off guard. "I watched as they took you right out of her arms… A daughter from a mother. She may not have given birth to you my dear, but she is still your mother. Yes?" He said, clearly, it was a rhetorical question, but he was still asking her. To see her response.

Feeling her heart thumping in her chest painfully, Bianca looked over her shoulder to him as a tear rolled down her face. He just had to bring that up. Carefully and slowly, she twirled the knife in hand as she glared at him before she threw it, she grunted and shouted in small pain when one of the two widows attacked her from behind, locking her arms behind her back and kicked Bianca in the back of her legs, making her drop to her knees. Biting back the pain, Bianca glared forward to the chuckling man standing there enjoying this. Kicking her bent knee back behind her, sticking the woman in the inner ankle she forced her to come down to Bianca's level and threw her head back into the woman's face, stunning her enough that her hold was loosened, allowing her to turn on the black-haired woman, throat punched her then punched her and attacked the next advancing widow at the knees, striking every point on her way up to the woman's face and sucker-punched the blonde and turned back to Dreykov with a knife drawn and thrown it at him, aiming for his throat. Seeing a fully masked, head-to-toe dressed soldier move in front of the man, catching the knife, twirled it around in hand before throwing it back to Bianca.

Rolling out of the way of the knife, she readied another as she stopped in a crouching position only to be blind-sided by the fully covered soldier slamming onto her and the two rolled around on the floor, dodging and locking punches and arms locking legs around the other, but each time Bianca was flatted hard against the shining marble floor, she was, however, merely trying to now avoid being punched by this person. Bringing her legs up when she finally got some room between them, kicked the soldier in the abdomen hard enough that they have kicked back aways and Bianca went skidded across the slick floors, rolling into a crouch then rushed for a side door.

Seeing the Taskmaster gripping the shield tightly and throwing it, Dreykov shouted to try to possibly stop it, knowing if the shield struck the girl it would kill her, "No!"

Hearing him scream, Bianca turned and watched the circular shield flying at her, bringing her arm and hand up and out she shocked herself completely at not only catching the thing but stopping it dead. It should have shaved through her skin and up her arm, maybe, but it hadn't. No, it was held firmly in her hand. Bianca stood there, frozen in shock that the only thing that had woken her up was a sharp pain in her leg, she dropped the shield and looked down at what had happened. She felt suddenly dizzy and stumbled a little that she used the wall behind her to keep from falling completely. Pulling the tranq from her leg and tossing it away from her she ran out the side door, stumbling as she went. Her vision blurring and stomach-turning, Bianca fell into the wall of the hotel's back alley, breathing in and out forcefully before she dropped to her hands and knees. Her ears rang as she fell onto her belly and rolled into her back, weak from the drug she had been tranqed with. Her eyes blinked painful up at the darkening skies. 'You're a fucking idiot, Bianca. You knew better!'

Walking out the side door, Dreykov sighed as he walked up beside her and knelt by her dazing in and out of consciousness. "Very well done, much more than I am sad to admit that expected from you, my dear, but with Natasha teaching you herself, I should have known better."

"My mother will rip you apart for this," she breathed weakly up at him, fighting the sleep of the drug. She'd once again been careless. When did she become this gullible? When did she get this careless? Because she wanted Steve and Natasha? Maybe? But still. She should have known better, hell, she had known better and she still did it!

Smirking down at her, Dreykov gently patted her cheek, "She'll never know I have you until it's too late?" He said with a smirking grin. Standing he looked to his soldiers, "Get her to the jet." Dreykov ordered. Her eyes blinked the last blink for some time, her body starting to heat up as she fell into a dark sleep.

Walking back inside, Dreykov sighed as he approached Ulysses still wiping his eyes and nursing the deep slash to his forearm the girl had given him and placed the key to the briefcase onto the table plus the fifty-grand he was originally going to give him already for delivering him the girl, "Key the diamonds for the trouble," he told the man blinking at him through the red spiced wine in his eyes still stinging his eyes only had Dreykov rolling his at the man. "You have another deal tonight my friend, goodnight Ulysses." And with that, they were gone from the hotel, and with the hotel staff well paid beforehand, this would be left unreported.

She woke up with a pounding headache and covered in sweat, rolling to her side in the mattress under her she blinked her through her painful eyes around the dimly lit room, the glass door of the cell had her curious. But, then again, it was likely that it was reinforced glass, meaning there was no way in hell she was getting through it. Sitting up, Bianca noticed the white silk love-sleeved button-down shirt, the silk pants, and her bare feet. They looked as if they were Pajama's

"Comfortable, aren't they, much better than what the winter soldier was ever given, yes? I understand I never truly introduced myself. I am General Dreykov. The man your mother attempted to murder, thankfully she's lived a life thinking I have been. However, your dear mother nearly killed my daughter. Antonia. And now, because of her, I have my best weapon, and because of you, I have a chance to repay Natasha Romanova's actions ten-fold. Bianca Romanova, welcome to the Red Room."

Her body froze with panic as she looked around the room when he'd said the name of a place her mother had told her scary stories about, "Don't be afraid, the Red Room was destroyed. They can't hurt anyone, and they can't hurt you,"

"Red Room?" she asked with panic, "But that's-"

"Impossible? Yes, everyone thinks so, until they realize it isn't."