Ugh i need to write something. I'm supposed to finish reading homework but nope. So… random drabbles for all!
"Target locked. Firing." The mechanical voice, my own, spoke. "Two minutes to clear out."
"Roger. Clearing out." The response came over my comm.
To be entirely honest, this fight was pointless. Sure, they may have some grievances, but full out war? Against Wakanda of all places? Yeah, not our best idea. They have vibranium. That shit is near indestructible. And we're trying to destroy them?
What is wrong with the chain of command?
"Twilight, stop daydreaming and pull the damn trigger." My spotter snaps at me. "Yessir. Sorry."
I pull the trigger and send the RPG toward the weak link in the Wakandan stronghold. It's blown apart, and the strike teams move in.
"Oh, shit. Phantom, on your two o'clock. Incoming Avengers."
"Thanks, Twilight. I saw them coming. I didn't need you to point it out."
There's that familiar rebuke: just shut your mechanical mouth and shoot.
Ever since my throat was torn out by the Black Widow, I think four years ago?, I've mostly been kept on the sidelines. My SO's usually don't want me front and center. They don't think I'm up for hand-to-hand combat. I'm not that valuable, though. I'm expendable, they can have me replaced at any moment. I wouldn't blame them. I'm not worth saving.
I now notice that my spotter, Eclipse, is backing away from our position. I don't have the time to ask what's happening before he presses the control that locks my mechanical jaw closed, and he just runs away. I turn around, and my eyes widen. Standing behind me is the Black Widow herself. Before I can register what's going on, I feel a sharp pain at the base of my neck and I pass out.
I wake to a throbbing bitch of a headache. I try to speak but remember what's happened. My lips are sealed, quite literally, thanks to
Eclipse. I guess that the chain of command decided I could be exterminated. No, wrong term… what's the word I'm looking for? Expelled? No… umm, I think the word I'm looking for is 'used up'. Oh- expended. That's what I was looking for. Sorry.
Next thing on my list? Interrogation. Stay alive.
The first person they send in is Tony fucking Stark, aka Iron Man. I can tell he's impressed with my mechanical jaw. It's certainly a work of art and engineering. He asks me, "What's the deal with you and your organisation attacking Wakanda?"
I try to motion to my mouth, but my hands are cuffed behind my back. He gets the message, though, and uncuffs me. I use my hands to sign, I can write everything down. Can you get me a piece of paper? Stark leaves the room for a moment, and comes back with a notepad and a pencil. I take them and furiously start jotting down everything I can remember.
At the top of the paper is written, vă poate aduce pe ceilalți. ei vor dori să vadă acest lucru. (you can bring the others in. they'll want to see this.) I return to writing my memories down. After a brief moment of quiet, the rest of the Avengers come into my cell. I rip out a paper from the notepad and write down, alte intrebari? (any questions?) The Black Widow speaks up, translates my writing for the rest, and asks me, "Why did you and your organisation attack Wakanda?"
Văduvă, tocmai ați repetat puternic. Va fi în amintiri. (Widow, you just repeated Stark. It'll be in the memories.)
Captain America speaks next. "What organisation do you work for?"
Cred că sunt familiarizați cu ele. (I believe you are familiar with them.)
"HYDRA?"
Filiala românească. (the romanian branch.)
"Pardon me for asking, but why can't you speak?" Banner, aka Hulk, asks.
este bine. de fapt, a fost ea. (it's fine. actually, it was her.)
Hawkeye responds, in my native tongue (finally!), "De aceea a venit înapoi sângeroase." (that's why she came back bloody.) "That's what happened in Budapest. Well, the short version."
Stark asks me the most important question: "Why do you write like you're running out of time?"
I decide to sign this one. I don't know how long until H-Y-D-R-A finds me and kills me. It's true. They'll know I've betrayed them. They'll probably torture me. Who knows?
"Alright. Are you done with the memories?" Stark asks again. I nod my head. Go ahead and read them through. I think you'll find your answers there.
They have their information. Maybe they'll leave me alone.