Moscow
2012

"Stop fussing Yelena," whispered the Ambassador as he placed his hands on her shoulder and squeezed tightly as a warning sign. Yelena was not used to wearing dresses, especially ones as scratchy and as frilly as the one she was wearing.

Her hair was also bothering her but she could not scratch her itching scalp for fear of ruining the neatly plaited style she was being forced to wear. Everything about the outfit she was wearing was impractical from the dress, the hairstyle, and even the small white flats that pinched her feet painfully.

She had to endure as people came up to talk to the Ambassador to talk about stuff like politics and economics, which although she knew she still found boring.

But she listened to every word that was said, cataloging it into her head and trying discern key words. She had been trained to take note of everything, nothing mustn't escape her attention.

"Ah you must be Melissa, no?" asked one of the men that had been talking with her undercover "father."

Melissa was only an alias that Yelena was currently using for the undercover mission, which was to pose as the daughter of Ambassador Taffert, who was one of Hydra's many influential members. But in reality she was just there to help spy and provide protection to the Ambassador, a job that she had been doing for almost two years now.

After all those years of training, they had finally placed her out in the field as an Operative, and now not only did she get to go on missions but now she was also being introduced to the world of politics.

"Hi," she said smiling and shaking the older man's hands. As part of her training she had to learn social skills and what was appropriate behavior for a twelve year old girl.

"It is so good to finally meet you Melissa, your father talks about you much," he said bending down to her level so they were eye to eye.

His accent reminded Yelena of Fleischer's, but his was thicker than the Baron's and more pronounced. The Baron had not lived in his native country for some time, so his accent had started to fade the longer he had lived in the U.S.

"Does he?" Yelena asked feigning shyness and curiosity, "All good things I hope."

"He tells me you enjoy school and hope to one day become a veterinarian, is that true?" he said smiling widely down at the child.

"I love animals," she said as she did her best to make her words believable.

"My daughter loves them too," he said shaking his head, "cats especially."

"He also mentioned that you play the piano?" he asked curiously as he grabbed some sort of truffle off a platter.

"I do," she confirmed as she shifted her weight to her other leg. She had no idea how to play the piano and she prayed that he would not ask her anything about it in case she wouldn't be able to answer.

"How long have you been playing?"

"A few years," said Yelena, "my dad wanted me to learn an instrument, so I chose the piano."

"I congratulate you for that," he said standing up, "I never had the patience to learn it and neither do my children."

"It can be challenging," she said as she made eye contact with Taffert from across the room. He motioned for her to make her way over to him, his posture rigid as he looked between Yelena and the older man.

"Excuse me," said Yelena politely to the man, "my father wants to talk to me," she said nodding over to Taffert.

"Well it was nice to meet you, Melissa," said the beaming man as he clapped her shoulder before spotting someone across the room and politely dismissing himself.

Yelena breathed a sigh of relief before she quietly made her way across the room and over to the Ambassador's side.
"Sorry," mumbled Yelena quietly as she watched a woman wearing a beautiful red dress walk by, "he started it."
"I know," he said taking a sip of his champagne, "Anton always makes it his mission to introduce himself to everybody," he said with annoyance.

Yelena was about to reply when she saw their target walk by them dressed in an expensive suit with a beautiful blond woman following close behind him.

Yelena yanked on the Ambassador's sleeve and pointed at the target and his companion silently.
"It's time," said the Ambassador as he reached into his pocket and retrieved a small chip and placed it into her hands, "you know what to do."

"Yes sir," she said before grabbing her glass of water that she had left on a table and made her way over to the target, Alec Schneider a German Politician.

For the past few years, Alec had been an important contributor and supplier of money to Shield as well as having close ties to the World Security Council. There was even a rumor going around that he wished to seek a seat on the council to represent Germany in Shield matters, something that Hydra had decided would not be in their best interest.

She got as close to him as possible while pretending to accidentally bump into him, effectively spilling her water down the front of his black suit and in his state of confusion quickly slipped the chip into his coat pocket.

"I am so sorry," she said grabbing the napkins off the nearby table and handing them to him so he could clean himself up, "I did not see you there Sir."

"No harm done," he said dabbing his shirt, "Melissa, right? Michael's daughter?"

"Yes," said Yelena as she handed him more napkins.
"Well Melissa, I must warn you to watch where you are going in the future, wouldn't want to make a habit of it now would we?"
"No Sir," said Yelena shaking her head innocently.

"Very well then, a pleasure to meet you Ms. Taffert," he said before walking away, the chip safely tucked away in his pocket.
"Is it done?" asked Taffert as she made her way back to him.
"I was successful," she said coming to stand next to him.

"Well done," he said reaching into his pocket and activating the signal as to alert the other Agents that they had been successful.
"What's going to happen to him?" she asked.

"Didn't you know? They've called in the Asset," he said grabbing another champagne glass from one of the caterers.

Yelena's head shot up at the mention of the Asset, her eyes going wide as she looked up at the Ambassador for clarification.

It had been years since she had seen him last, the memory of him screaming in the chair still fresh in her mind. But now that she knew who he was to her she couldn't help but feel nervous about him being there.

"Don't worry, you will not have to see it. Although I do hear it is a sight to see the Asset in action, they say he could put the fear of God into any grown man."

Yelena shuddered as the memory of him being tied down to the chair still haunted her, it was a memory that had plagued her often through the years and still frequently visited her dreams.

"He's here in Moscow?" she asked tugging on his shirt sleeve.
"What's wrong little girl, scared of the Asset?" he said smirking down at her.

She didn't know if she was scared of him or not. He was a deadly lethal assassin who could kill anybody with one swift blow to the face, but on the other hand he was her progenitor. But of course, as Fleischer had put it, he could never be her father no matter how much she desired one.

If he were ordered to, he would kill her without a second thought without remorse, and that alone frightened her.

Yelena hadn't known that this night would end in an assassination or that the Asset would be involved at all. She thought the chip was some sort of spy device, not a tracker the Asset would use to kill him.

She hadn't known that her mission would be helping the Asset complete his.

"Can we leave?" she asked as she tried to redirect her thoughts from her father and his mission.

"Why?" he asked, "are you tired?"

"I just want to go, I don't want to stay here any longer," she said as she looked at his wrist-watch for the time.

"Is it because of the Asset?" he asked as his eyes narrowed, "are you nervous or something?"

"No," said Yelena adamantly, "I just want to go."

"Fine," he said as he led her outside to the car that had been given to them, courtesy of the Embassy of course.

Yelena slid into her seat and buckled up her seat belt, remaining silent as they were driven back to their fancy hotel. As they were driving, she noticed a flashing lights and sirens all gathered around a single car that had been completely totaled.

Yelena knew as soon as she saw the two body bags that it was Alec Schneider and his female companion. Yelena felt bad that she had to die when she hadn't even done anything to warrant as assassination from the Asset. She was innocent and she had died just because she had been at the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Hydra sure does like using car accidents as cover ups," said Taffert as he leaned over her for a better look, "did the same thing to Howard Stark and his wife Maria a few years ago."

Yelena remained silent as the car drove by the scene, her gaze darkening as she inspected the totaled car.

She was about to look away when she saw what looked like the shadow of a man watching from the dark of the woods, but before she could get a good look at him he was gone.

He had disappeared like a ghost into the woods, the only evidence of him ever having been there laying in the back of the ambulance.

And Yelena couldn't help but shudder.

AN: One more chapter of Yelena before we get back to Steve and Bucky's POV, plus you guys will be getting a double update in a few short days. Possibly even tomorrow if I can get all my homework done. I can also guarantee that the meeting between father and daughter will be happening soon, and I promise it's gonna be tense.

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