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The book
She put the key in the door knob and opened the apartment door. She walked in, her blonde hair flowing behind her as if signaling the red head behind her. Her keys fell on top of the small kitchen counter as she went to the back room.
The red headed girl decided to wait in the living room. She observed that the pictures on the walls weren't of Lillian. The girl in all the pictures had brown hair with brown eyes.
"I found it" she heard Lillian say from the bedroom. She then walked out with a small book in her hands that seemed slightly charcoaled.
The red head looked at the blacked book. She was still slightly frazzled by this mission and all the information about her comrade.
"On a few pages I talk about a person I call 'brother'. I can't believe I forgot my own sibling," she said jokingly. "This is my coworker's apartment; she lets me stay here with her. I hope she's not that confused on my sudden leave."
Lillian pulled a note out of her pocket and sets it on the counter by the keys. Then she ushered the assassin out the door. They left in silence.
Lillian held the book tight to her chest as they trekked to the AirPort. A trek that included walking, dodging crowds, and an awkward Taxi ride. She didn't know if what the girl said was true; about her brother. Though, she wished that it would true. This would be her last salvation to life. Because of Red Flag, she never knew the joys of life until she escaped in the fire; gripping the book.
She fallowed the red head girl to the conspicuous plane. This time they had stairs and she walked up the stairs to meet a man in a black suit. Though his uniform was a black suit, it seemed like he was trying to come off as friendly to her.
"I am Agent Coulson, I have done many missions with your brother," he greeted her with a slight smile.
She just nodded her head before sitting down. Agent Coulson and Natasha chatted quietly together. She, on the other hand, decided to flip through a few pages.
The book described the 'procedures' that she went through at Red Flag. In the beginning she mentioned her brother a lot, but over the years she started to remember him less and less.
These memories that the book brought back were too painful for her to bare. She shut the book violently and stared longingly out the window in front of her. Questions started to arise in her mind. What if he doesn't remember me, she thought. That thought stayed with her the longest.
The helicopter landed on a seemingly inconspicuous aircraft carrier. They latched the helicopter down, and opened the door. Natasha was the first to leave, Lillian fallowing her, and then Phil last.
Natasha ushered her into the base of operations. Upon entering the head quarters, she gazed at all the people working in unison. People were running around while others were working on the computers while others were talking.
Lillian looked at the center of the room and saw a man with a black eye patch. He seemed worried to her, like he's keeping too many secrets. There was also a woman with him. She looked tall and slender with brown hair; a typical agent.
Phil walked over to the man with the eye patch. Lillian could notice scars moving their way out side of the eye patch. They reminded her of the ends of fire reaching them selves to the nearest combustible substance.
Phil walked ominously over to Natasha and whispered to her: "Barton's been compromised"
Natasha's eyes widened as she looked over at his sister looking aimlessly. She was starting to have doubts about bringing her.
"We need you to get the big guy," Phil whispered to her again.
She nodded and walked over to Lillian. She couldn't tell her about Clint, so she decided to make an excuse.
"Lillian, I need to go get a friend of mine. You can stay here while I'm gone," she said treating the full grown women like a child of only three years.
Lillian was confused; she thought she was going to meet her brother here. She unknowingly cocked her head to the side while listening to Natasha's.
"I thought that I was going to meet my brother here," she asked questioningly. "You said he would be here."
Natasha sighed. "He will, but not for a while. Phil can show you to a room, if you want to take a nap or something."
Lillian shrugged knowing the argument would be pointless. She figured if she got this far, that what Natasha was saying should have some truth.
Phil walked over and showed her to a room. They walked through a long hallway until they hit their destination.
"This is Clint's room. You can stay here," he stated while opening the door and showing her the bland room.
She nodded to him and walked in. The room was practically empty, minus a bed and a nightstand. She plopped down on the bed and looked at the nightstand. There was a little drawer and she opened it. Inside was a single photo.
She looked at the photo for a while before noticing that it was her and her brother. She looked very ill and he was hugging her tightly. Next to them looked like performers.
"How much have I forgotten?" she asked before lying down on the bed. She closed her eyes and started her long nap.
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