Hello again! Chapter two is here! I just finished it and I'm hoping that it's at least decent. I'm hoping to at least update once a week because I don't know what my work schedule is going to be like next week but this week should be all 8 hour days. So maybe I'll be able to update all this week, plus I have all Wednesday to write. Who know's but this story just won't leave my head, so I have high hopes! Anyways, let me know what you think!
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Chapter Two: The Past
The walk to the Tower was just a blur to Katherine, she pushed her way through the crowd of people and just make her way through the motions. Katherine didn't remember walking into the tower lobby, passing Rhodes, having Jarvis bring the elevator up, or walking into the meeting room. Her body just acted for her, she had no real control at the moment, she was on auto-pilot. Taking a seat at the table Katherine barely noticed she was the last one and that she seated herself between Loki and Thor. Now you're probably wondering, Loki? Why the fuck is he here? Well after the whole alien invasion to New York, it was discovered that Loki himself was under the influence of the scepter. When Thor had brought his brother back to Asgard, Odin discovered this and used his power to wipe the darkness from Loki's mind. To make a long story short, Loki came back to Earth with Thor because it would be safer for him. Something to do with someone now looking for him because of his failure or something. Katherine stopped paying attention to the story after she learned Thor's palace was made of pure gold and that there was a rainbow bridge of some sort. She almost started drooling over the reminder of the golden palace, so much gold, and all in one place. Maybe Thor would take her to Asgard with him next time he went. Then she could take some of that gold with her home, if she could find a way to get some much gold home with her. But how? How was the real question here, she couldn't fit that much in her pockets, and she couldn't just walk away with it in her hands. No, she need to think this through and plan it out. 'Maybe Loki would help me, he is the God of Mischief after all.' She could brid him, but with what? World domination was off the table, obviously. Stumped for now Katherine was finally pulled from her thoughts when Fury spoke.
"We're pulling all the information we can on these men, but it won't be easy. We don't even know if the names they used are real." Fury stated.
Katherine looked down at her hands, and lost herself again. How? How was it possible they were alive? It couldn't be true, but the proof was in front of her. Or was. She show them, she heard their voices, even after so long she couldn't forget them. No matter how hard she tried, and oh she tired. Everyday and it was started to work, until now. Now her life was falling apart, once again, and she hated it. She hated them, or so she tried to tell herself. As much as she hated to admit it, she was a war with herself. Even in her head she couldn't get it together, which is what she hates. Katherine didn't know how long she was stuck in her head but a voice called out to her.
"Katherine? Are you alright?" the voice belonged to Steve Rogers, she didn't even have to look up to confirm that. He was the only one that called her by her full name, not included Thor and Loki who called her 'Lady Katherine'. Blinking away her thoughts she finally looked up. She noticed that everyone was looking at her, worry and concern in almost everyone's eyes. Everyone knew that she wasn't a silent person, not anymore at least. She always spoke her mind, always had a smart ass response. Kind of like Tony, which is probably why they butt heads and get along so well at the same time. She take a deep breath and started weighing her options? Should she tell them about her past, or should she stay silent and let things play out? Katherine was a very private person when it came to herself, she didn't like bothering others with her problems. She didn't want to be a burden to anyone. But looking around the room and realizing the actual situation of it all she knew she had to tell them. Not because she wanted to, but because she knew their enemy. She knew how they acted, how they think, what movies they could possibly make. With her mind made up Katherine started telling the story of her life that no one knew.
"I know them." she started. She could see the shock on everyone's face, not that she could blame them. It's not everyday that you actually knew your enemy.
"What are you talking about Petrova?" Fury demanded. Katherine looked up at him and almost sneered.
"I know them, or I should say knew them." she stated.
Giving everyone a moment to collect their thoughts Katherine thought about the best way to tell them, or if to even tell them the whole truth. She wondered if the whole story about help or change some of their opinion of her. She knew that not everyone had a good story to tell but not everyone loved three men at the same time. She knew that would weird a few of them out and she'd never hear the end of it from Tony. Taking a deep breath Katherine decided that the whole story would be best.
"12 years ago, I meet them. They weren't villains or the bad guys. They were three normal men, trying to make it in the world. They were involved in some gang stuff, but that wasn't very uncommon. When I meet them, I was homeless and had nothing. I didn't even trust them but when they offered from me to stay with them, I didn't have much of a choice. It was either there or the streets. So I lived with them, and everything was fine, great even, I lived with them for two years before they disappeared. No trace of them, their gang had no idea where they were. I tried filing missing persons reports, but the police didn't care. Three less gangsters on the street." she told her team and director. It wasn't the full story but it should be enough the satisfy Fury.
"I need all the information you have Petrova, once we have that information we can move forward with a plan." Fury demanded. Katherine nodded and looked back down to her hands, her heart beating a million miles an hour. She didn't like the fact that she had to tell anyone her story, not because she didn't trust any of them, but because then she had to relive that part of the life. Fury walked out of the meeting room, leaving only after reminding Katherine about giving him all the information that she had and remembered. Katherine sighed and ran her fingers through the wig that was still in her hair, pulling it free and letting her white hair free. She throw the wig behind her and started to untangle her hair.
"Is there anything else we should know about your history with them?" came the voice of Natasha. Katherine looked over at her redhead friend , who was sitting in a chair across from her, leaning against the table with her arms.
"Such as?" Katherine questioned.
"Such as, did you have a relationship with any of them?" Natasha, the interrogator almost demanded. Katherine narrowed her eyes at the former russian spy. It almost seemed like she was judging her.
"And if i did?"
"Then you shouldn't be working this case." Natasha retorted. Katherine growled and suddenly her irises flashed into the cat slits.
"Nat, that's enough." Clint Barton jumped in.
"Clint," Natasha tried.
"No, Nat. Everyone has shit in their past. But that doesn't mean that they are a liability. If Katherine is up to working this, then no one can tell her she can't." Clint stopped her. Katherine gave the man a small smile before leaning her head back to stare at the ceiling.
"What I think Natasha was getting at is, do you want to tell us anything else?" Steve chimed in. Katherine blinked up at the ceiling, before opening her mouth.
"I loved them."
**** Flashback***
It was a typical night in New York, noisy and raining. Of course it had to be raining, why wouldn't it? Katherine Pierce sighed and tried to stay out of the rain as much as she could, but with no umbrella and only a cheap hoodie she was soaked. The hoodie gave no warmth or protection from the rain and it only worsened her mood. After being kicked out of her parent's home, taking buses from city to city,then having her purse stolen with all her cash and her phone, and now being stuck in NY city with nothing, it wasn't hard to say that Katherine was pissed and feeling unlucky. She didn't trust herself to stop and try to figure something out, because if she did she'd break down in tears. Something she didn't want, but her feet hurt and she was cold. Finally she forced herself to stop and take a seat at the curb. She might as well try and wait out the rain, then get a move on again. Finally sitting down, Katherine sighed. It was nice to get off her feet, but now her jeans where getting just as soaked as her sweatshirt. Putting her hands in her head, she tried not the cry. What good would crying to anyways? It wouldn't change the fact that she was alone, or that she had no one. She was alone and she should get used to it.
"Miss?" a male voice called. Her head shoot up and looked over to her left to see the man that called out to her. The man was tall had had long hair that fell over both his shoulders. He was wearing just a black t-shirt, a pair of worn jean and had an umbrella. Which Katherine was jealous of.
"Are you okay? Why are you out in this rain?" the man asked, stepping towards her. Katherine cringed away, suddenly not having the energy to get up and ran from this man. He seemed to notice her reaction and stopped. He was only a few feet away from her now, but even from this distance Katherine could feel his body heat.
"Miss?" he questioned again. Katherine didn't know what to do, what doesn't one say in a situation like this?
"I'm fine." she meekly answered.
"Are you sure?" he questioned. Katherine just nodded before looking away from him. She hoped that by looking away that maybe he'd just go away. Wishful thinking.
"Why are you out here? Are you lost?" he asked again. Katherine ignored him.
"Miss?"
"Miss?"
"Miss?"
"Ignoring me isn't going to make me go away." the man huffed, almost annoyed.
"Fine, have it your way." 'Finally,' Katherine thought. Suddenly Katherine felt the sidewalk curb leave her bottom before an arm replaced it and she was pulled into a chest, bridal style.
"Hey! Put me down!" she yelled.
"Oh now you want to talk." the man snarled.
"Put me down!"
"Not a chance, now just relax."
"Relax?! I don't even know you!" she yelled again. The man huffed before placing her down in front of him. Before she could step away he stuck his hand out.
"Hi, I'm Roman."