Author's Note:In case anyone is wondering this story will be loosely based off the movies. Somewhere in between Captain America Winter Soldier , Age Of Ultron and Civil War.
After hanging up I sat there for a moment, letting a few tears fall before wiping them away. Taking the time to gather myself before I slowly backed out and headed in the opposite direction. To one of the many safe houses Nick had told me about.
I knew it was located somewhere upstate.
I had to stop a few miles out at the last available store to buy food, and other essentials, before getting back on the road.
I arrived sometime after noon.
Slowly pulling up before heading to get the keys hidden on one of the plants. Then heading inside to disable the alarms before putting everything in.
By the time I put all of the food away and brought my things in. It was sometime after seven o'clock.
I had only just sat down with a glass of wine when my phone began to ring obnoxiously.
I took a large gulp of wine before walking over to it and answering without looking at who it is.
"Sawyer's sperm bank. You jack it, we back it. How may I help you today?" I replied, as I took another swig of wine.
"Milaya."
I almost dropped my phone, and almost went sideways as I heard his voice.
I tried not to panic before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath to calm myself down.
"First of all, don't call me that. Now, what do you want, James?" I asked, looking at the counter before me.
"Easy, doll. I just want to know where you are." He replied, concerned.
"On vacation. Now, what do you need?"" I asked, evasively.
"Vacation? Since when is grabbing your clothes and leaving considered a fucking vacation?" He asked, annoyed.
"Since training is apparently considered locking lips with some other bitch… " I snapped.
"Arie, it wasn't like that. She surprised the hell out of me when she did that." He explained.
I scoffed, trying to keep my tears at bay, "It doesn't matter anymore. Look, I need you to leave me alone. I have shit to do right now, and this is something that can wait." I replied, before hanging up.
"Mil—" I heard before I hung up.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid." I muttered, wiping away my tears before I walked over to the bottle and snatched it, taking a long sip and heading to the bedroom, pushing the correct buttons on the wall to set up the alarm before slamming the door shut behind myself.
The tears that came eventually stopped.
The rest of the night turned into a blur.
When I woke up the next morning, to a sharp, intense pounding coming the inside of my skull. Wincing as the light hit my eyes, as I stumbled out of the bed.
"Oh, my head…" I mumbled, clutching the sides of my head as I stumbled towards the bathroom blindly.
Once I showered Ih headed to the closet and got dressed before going to the kitchen to make some coffee.
I quickly took out the small coffee pod, and placed it into the machine, before sitting down, and staring blankly in front of me.
I need to figure out a way to get out of here. Maybe out of the country for sometime.
Yes, that seemed to be the only solution I could think of as I sat there, willing myself to let go of the betrayal, and hurt I felt.
Before I could second guess myself, I dialed Nick Fury's number.
As it rang, I steadied myself against the counter, and willed my pain to disappear.
He sighed as he answered, "Agent Barton, I had a feeling you would be calling. Now, what can I do for you…" He replied.
"You did?" I asked, confused.
"Yes, you seemed off when I spoke to you yesterday morning. Now, I'm guessing you have made a decision on what you're going to do?" He supplied, as I heard the sound of leather rubbing together.
I sighed looking down at the counter.l before nodding my head, only to realize that I couldn't be seen. "I have, I think I need some time away from here. I'm not asking for permanent reassignment, I just need to be away for a while." I explained, before biting my lip.
I could hear the disappointment as he sighed and cleared his throat. "I understand." He replied before clearing his throat again.
"So, what next ?" I asked, tapping my fingers anxiously as the coffee maker beeped signalling my coffee was ready.
"I need you to head to Russia, there's been suspicious activity going on for a few months and I would like to see what it is that's going on." He said.
"I'll need my passport…." I muttered, more to myself than him.
"Don't worry about that now, I'll have Agent Hill pick it up for you. Head to La Guardia, and she'll meet you there in exactly three hours. The flight is at noon tonight, should give you enough time to make it." He said.
"What will happen after I gather all of this information?" I asked him.
"We will take the necessary steps to whatever it is we need to do." He finally said after a moment of silence.
"How much risk is there if I decide not to do this?" I asked him.
"Minimal now, not sure about later…." He replied honestly.
"Alright, well, that wasn't the reason I called but this worked out better than I could have expected. I'll be seeing you soon." I replied before hanging up and heading to the room to pack up what I had taken out of my bags and change out of the clothes from the day before.
I finished packing twenty minutes later.
Then I showered and changed before heading into the kitchen to pour my coffee into one of the travel cups and grabbed the small box of pastries I bought the day before, loading my bags into the back into the car before heading out.
The airport was a few hours away from where I was, meaning I had enough time to make it since the flight was at night.
I ignored all of the calls I was receiving except one.
Tony.
Chuck's disposable dildo. Fuck em, suck em, and chuck em. How may I help you?" I spoke as I made my way onto the freeway.
A choking sound was heard before a loud laugh. "Miss. Barton. Why I never! Is this any way to greet one of your best friends?" He asked, trying to reign in his amusement.
"That would be Nat, and Wanda. Now, what do you need Tony?" I asked, as I took a sip of my coffee.
"Just calling to see how you are doing this morning? I mean you left us so abruptly that we all have been worried about you, kid. So, how are you?" He asked, calmly.
"Better than two days ago. Definitely much better than a week ago, and a dozen times better than I was last night." I replied, honestly.
"Glad to hear it, kid. Now, mind you, telling me where you are?" He asked in the same calm tone, only to be laced slightly with tension.
"Uh… Last night I was staying up in one of the many safehouses. Now? I'm heading to the airport." I replied honestly.
A loud clink was heard before a sharp intake of breath, "Airport? Is there a specific reason as to why you are heading out of the country on such short notice?" He asked, concerned. "You're not running away, are you, Arie?" He asked me.
"Fury called me this morning, well technically, I called him. Anyway, he explained to me that he needed help doing something so I offered to go. Not sure how long I'll be, but I'll try to keep contact with everyone." I replied, ignoring the sudden anxiety that swirled in my stomach.
"Your brother isn't going to like this." He pointed out.
"I'm twenty seven years old, Stark. I think I can handle making decisions by myself. Besides, I don't need permission from anyone to leave the country. I stopped needing it years ago." I retorted coolly.
"Easy, now, I was just saying. Now, how long will you be gone, and does this mean you'll be missing the event tomorrow night?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes, scoffing at him in response. "Gee, I don't know, Tony, do you think I'll make it back in time?" I asked sarcastically.
"Damn, it didn't work." He muttered.
"Are you trying to find out where I am going? Seriously Tony, it's not that difficult to figure out." I scoffed.
"What do you mean?" He asked, confused, as he shushed someone in the background.
"You know, for a genius you can be pretty dense sometimes, Stark, honestly. Think four letters. The color red, and an assortment of delicious Pelmeni, Blini, and Shashlyk." I replied, wincing as I heard an uproar in the background.
"Russia." Someone muttered in the background.
"Oh hell no!" Another voice said
"At what time are you leaving?" He asked, a little too calmly.
"Me? Oh, my flight doesn't leave until sometime this afternoon. It's in Bradley International." I replied looking down at the rings on my middle finger and ring finger.
As my mind went to the day I got them.
"Bradley International? That's — that's two hours away!" He gasped.
"Exactly. So, it means none of you will do anything stupid like try to follow me out there and compromise my mission or my safety." I said, rolling my eyes at the thought.
He scoffed, "Oh please, you don't think we would do that do you?" He asked, as a growl was heard in the background.
"Yes, I do, which is exactly why I am not telling you when I leave and where I'll be heading first. Now, are you all done interrogating me or can I go?" I asked, smiling as I heard their reaction.
"All of us?" He asked.
"Yes, all of you. As in Clint, Steve, Bucky, Nat, Wanda, and probably Pepper too. Did I miss anyone?" I asked, smirking as I heard them try to stall.
"Tell her…" Steve said.
"How the hell did she know?" Clint asked
"She's too good…" Nat said, amused.
"Alright, so you caught us… But we're only doing this because we are worried about you." Tony quickly explained.
"Right… Is there a specific reason as to why you're all worried?" I asked, exasperated.
"Well, I mean you did avoid our calls until today… and you did beat the crap out of the mannequin in the training room the other day…" Tony pointed out.
"Hey, I'm allowed to take my anger out one something." I retorted.
"You practically killed that thing. Also listening to 'Let The Bodies Hit The Floor' while doing it was sort of alarming as well." Tony said in disbelief.
A snort from the background made me roll my eyes at his response.
"I could always practice with one of you…" I suggested smiling widely.
"Nah—no, no, no! It's fine. I'd rather replace the equipment than have to replace one of our beloved team members." Tony quickly replied.
"Great, then, that's settled. Can I go now?" I asked, tiredly.
"No!" Someone loudly said as my phone began to make a weird sound.
I sighed, recognizing the voice immediately. "Chego ty khochesh?" I asked. (What do you want?)
"Lyubov', pozhaluysta, ne ukhodi." He begged. (Love, please don't go.)
"YA dolzhen. Uzhe yedu. YA uzhe soglasilsya." I explained. (I have to. I'm already on my way. I already agreed.)
"Vy delayete eto iz-za togo, chto proizoshlo?" He asked. (Are you doing this because of what happened?)
"Konechno, net, vo vsyakom sluchaye, ne sovsem." I said. (Of course not, not entirely anyway.)
He sighed in frustration, "Naskol'ko opasna eta situatsiya?" He asked. (How dangerous is this situation?)
"Dostatochno opasno. Mne ne nuzhno, chtoby vy vse menya nyanchili, Bo. YA budu v poryadke." I replied, as I changed lanes.( Dangerous enough. I don't need you all to be babying me, Beau. I will be alright.)
"Eto B'yukenen, i nikto o tebe ne zabotitsya. My vse prosto perezhivayem za tebya. A teper' perestan' byt' rebyachlivym i skazhi mne, gde ty prizemlish'sya, chtoby ya mog vstretit' tebya tam." He replied, in a stern tone. "Ne pokazyvay mne lozhnoye mesto, kak ty postupil s Toni." He added, warningly. (It's Buchanan, and no one is babying you. We're all just worried about you. Now, stop being childish and tell me where you'll be landing so I can meet you there./ Don't give me a false place like you did with Tony.)
"Blya, chert voz'mi!" I exclaimed, hitting the steering wheel. "Kak, chert voz'mi, vy uznali, chto ya sobirayus' sdelat'?"
(Fuck, damn it!/ How in the hell did you know what I was about to do?)
"Dumayesh', ya tebya ne znayu? Pozhaluysta, kukla, ne oskorblyay menya." He replied, amused. (You think I don't know you? Please, doll, don't insult me.)
"YA tak sil'no nenavizhu tebya seychas, Barns." I growled, itching to hang up on him, narrowing my eyes at the road. (I fucking hate you so much right now, Barnes. )
"Teper' my oba znayem, chto eto nepravda, kukolka." He replied, amused. "Itak, gde eto budet?" He asked, growing serious. (Now we both know that isn't true, doll. /So, where is it going to be?)
"Otlichno. Sheremetyevo International Airport. V tom, chto vse?" I muttered in defeat. (Fine./ Is that all?)
"Net." He said, sighing. (No)
"Chto teper'?" I asked, exasperated. (What now?)
"Vremya, kukla." He says, softly. (The time, doll.)
"V desyat' chasov segodnya vecherom." I grumbled. (Ten o'clock tonight.)
"Togda uvidimsya, lyubov' moya." He said, before giving the phone back to Tony. (See you then, my love.)
"Um. What was that about?" Tony asked.
"Asshole." I muttered, smacking the steering wheel again.
"Um. Barton? Are you there? What was that about?" He asked.
"Nothing. Alright? Now, can I go? I'm almost to my destination and have a few stops to make." I snapped.
"Of course, make sure to stay in contact. Call us if you need anything, alright kid?" He asked.
"Ok. I'll call you later." I replied before hanging up and making my way into the airport's parking lot.
I quickly paid the appropriate time for the long term spot and made my way in.
I quickly grabbed the larger of the two bags, before locking the car and heading inside.
Maria was sitting in the lounge area, quickly standing up and walking towards me.
"Finally, I've been waiting here for you for an hour." She said, smiling as she spotted me.
"I'm sorry. The drive took longer than I thought." I apologized, smiling guilty at her, as she offered me the passport along with the flight information.
"Fury wanted the flight to be at seven tonight. You got lucky, the only available flight today was this one." She commented and handed me something from her pocket.
"What's this?" I asked, raising a brow.
"The lodge you'll be staying in." She replied.
My brow furrowed in confusion.
"Fury set it up. Don't worry about anything else. For now have a safe trip and be careful, Arie." She said, patting my arm before walking away.
I sighed, already annoyed before making my way towards the correct gate, as I
The stewardess smiled and checked my information before motioning me to go to the gate.
My bag was less than fifty pounds so it qualified as a carry-on.
Once everyone was on the plane, and the stewardess had gone over the security measures, we were finally on our way to our destination.
An hour into the flight, I drifted to sleep, into the quietness within the cabinet. Dreaming of the incredible eyes that have been in my middle all week.
