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Later on that day after the helicopter had been packed away and Nick Fury had done some sort of debriefing speech, Isabella found herself alone in a room. Isabella was scared in a way – her sister was here that she hadn't seen or heard from in years. Her stomach began to twist in knots as she grew more and more nervous: she hadn't got a clue what to say to her.
Just then, the door creaked open and Natasha walked in. She looked the same as she had always done… her red hair in a bright contrast to the dark black suit she wore underneath. She paused slightly at the door, as though she was trying to recollect herself before she came fully into the room and sat down beside Isabella. For a moment, no one said anything, then Isabella whispered almost to herself, "Why didn't you take me with you?"
"What, from the SRP?" Natasha paused slightly and then continued, "I didn't know if you were ready… I didn't know if I was ready to begin with and it was all so sudden." She blurted out before saying a little more softly, "I'm sorry." Isabella began to fiddle with her fingers as the silence stretched out. It felt like it was waiting for something... for Isabella and Natasha to hug and make up or something but that wasn't going to happen just yet.
"They took it out of me you know. They blamed me for you leaving."
"I'm sorry." Natasha repeated quickly.
"Wasn't your fault." Isabella mumbled. The room they were in was fairly empty with only a few chairs in it, and yet she felt like there could have been hundreds in there watching her every move even though it was only Natasha. Perhaps it was just because she was nervous.
"You're still angry at me though" Natasha said to Isabella bluntly, who looked away as though she was trying to avoid her eyes.
"I guess I'm not really angry at you," she whispered, "more at me." She added on softly, as though she was afraid to admit it. It was true though… for 3 whole years Isabella had got more and more frustrated at herself for not proving that she was ready to leave that organisation. Her mother, when she had been alive, had always told Isabella that she was the most placid person she had ever met, so I guess it was hardly surprising that her sister never picked up on how much she hated that place. Problem was that when you were involved there was no backing out.
Just then a loud noise jolted Isabella out of her trance. The whole helicarrier seemed to move in a jerk like an earthquake shaking the world into chaos. A bang echoed through the halls whilst screams could be heard somewhere on the ship. They pierced the air and the silence that had once been uncomfortable in the room that the two sisters were in. Instantly, Isabella and Natasha turned to look at each other. A message seemed to pass between them that only they could interpret. It was the same kind of look that you see when siblings understand things that no when else could… the kind that would drive others mad. In a single glance, a million things seemed to have been spoken that could not have been talked about. Then, not a second later, both girls jumped up and ran to the action.
They sprinted as fast as they could down the long narrow hallway to the source of the screams, throwing themselves round almost every corner. As she ran, Natasha drew her gun out from a band she had round her waist. Soon enough, they burst through the doors to the main control room, only to meet a state of chaos. The long glass window in the front of the room was smashed created rainbows across the room and fierce wind to howl past. Papers were strewn all across the floor whilst the rain from outside fell onto them. At this height, it felt like a full force gale ripping its way through the ship. The weather outside would be bad enough on the ground, let alone in the air. Chairs were flung onto the floor whilst some computers were smashed up here and there. But that wasn't the worst of it….
Whilst some office workers lay huddled underneath their desks, big angry men stormed through the room and were shooting bullets at anyone they could see. They were dressed all in black suits as though they were the devil themselves in amongst this torment. Their eyes were cold and empty as they shot their guns with no mercy. Isabella gave a huge sigh as she realised that these men were not friendly and happy people. Despite her hoping that she would never be in a fight again after the SRP, she now found herself in a position where fighting would be inevitable. At the side of the entrance, a thick iron bar was laid out. Isabella picked it up, and together with her sister at her side, they began to advance forwards….
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