The Red Room: Who Am I?

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Chapter 3:

They left me there for the night. No one came in to check on me, or give me any food or water. Talk about hospitality.

I sat down on the makeshift bed they had in the room and leaned my head against the wall. I closed my eyes and took few slow breaths. I've found myself in these situations more often than I would've liked.

I reached up and began playing with Alexzandra's necklace. Ever since the Winter Soldier gave it to me, I never took it off. It always calmed me down.

It was a black phoenix with its wings spread as if it was in midflight.

I twirled it around my fingers a couple of times.

As I rested, I began remembering things I haven't dwelled on for a long time now.

I remember the time I was first brought to train. How Alexzandra didn't let the Winter Soldier correct my posture. How she made me find my own mistakes. She made me realize that I won't always have someone behind me fixing all my mistakes.

I remember the time Alexzandra sat down with me after my first kill and gave me that photo of my blood family. She made me realize that not everyone in our line of work has the chance of knowing where we came from.

I remember the time Alexzandra and I celebrated my sixteenth birthday. How I got my first present. Her dagger. I still use. Even after all these years, I work hard to keep everything she gave me. And cherish every memory that came with it.

Even after all the memories I have similar to these, I always find my mind drifting back to the time when I was informed that she was never coming back. When I realized, that all I had left of her were the lessons she patiently taught me over all my years under her guidance.

All those sleepless nights I found myself befriending the punching bag. All those times I just shut down because somehow whatever I did became a constant reminder of what I had lost and it overwhelmed me. All the pain I felt when I realized that the one person I knew I could always fall back on, was never going to be there to catch me.

The door to the room silently opened next to me.

I showed no signs of retaliation. At least not yet.

The person moved around the room silently. Clearly not trying to attract my attention.

They sat down next to me leaving a reasonable distance between us.

Without opening my eyes, I spoke. "Can I help you with something?"

The person didn't answer.

Out of curiosity, I opened my eyes and turned to look at them.

I expected to see a barrel of a gun greeting me, but I saw an older Asian woman looking at the wall across from me.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. What was this woman doing in here? Surely, the Black Widow advised against coming to this alone.

"What is your codename?" she asked finally.

"That doesn't concern you," I answered. It isn't like she would know who I was anyway. I always made sure I was low on the radar no matter how many jobs I did.

We fell into a comfortable silence yet again. It felt nice. I mostly had these moments only with Alexzandra.

I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I turned to face the wall and tried to blink away the tears. I failed as a tear made its way down.

I haven't cried in a long time. Crying was always considered a weakness. That is what the Winter Soldier said. He said that it showed your opponent that you as a fighter are weak and vulnerable.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I could hear Alexzandra telling me to stay strong. Just like she did all those years ago.

I willed myself to stop crying. After a while, I managed just that.

"It is okay to cry once awhile," the woman beside me said.

"No it's not."

"You can't stay strong forever," she countered in her calm voice.

"Maybe, but I can damn well try."

She nodded as silence fell upon us again.

My eyes flickered towards the camera to see that it is not recording.

"No one knows you're here." It was a statement. I had no doubt that she was here with no back up. I wasn't looking for conformation.

"No." Her reply was short and straight to the point. I respected that about her. She didn't beat around the bush.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her. She had to have a reason to be here. Of all the places she could be, she chose to be here. With someone she knew nothing about.

"That doesn't concern you." I smirked. No one has ever used my own words against me.

"Touché." This time it was her turn to smirk.

After that, I felt darkness consume me. I let it take me, without the fear of being met with nightmares for the first time in years.

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