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Chapter 9

When I woke up this morning they told me to get up and come with the big burly guy whose name is Bob. Really? Bob? I thought we were in Russia!

Anyways, Bob led me to a room inside of the compound. The first thing I noticed was that it was painted red. Okay, I know we are in the Red Room, but really? Maybe there was a blood stain and they couldn't clean it off so they just painted the whole thing red.

I sat down in the metal chair behind the desk in the middle of the room. I then slipped into Bob's mind to see what I was doing here. I heard some thoughts that were mostly about food, but what caught my attention was when they switched to, "Where are they? They're supposed to have him here by now."

As I back out of his mind I have a thought. What if I am meeting my partner today? I was hoping they forgot about it, but apparently not. I was jerked out of my thoughts when the door opened revealing an old scientist. He looked at me and then continued into the room. Behind him was a tall young man. I took in his dark brown eyes and his dark brown hair. I decided to go into his mind.

I found out that this guy's name is Zachary. He is nineteen, American, and has been in the Red Room's captivity all his life. Sucks for him. I review what I have the advantage in. I don't have the advantage in age or size seeing that he is at least five inches taller than my 5'7 frame. One thing I do have is real experience with the outside world.

Zachary breaks the silence by saying, "Are you okay with speaking in English for now?"

"I don't really care. We could speak in Russian, Spanish, Mandarin, German, Korean, French, Portuguese, or Latin. I would understand you." I quickly answer back.

"You know Latin?" he asks.

"Yup." I said.

"Alright then. My name is Zachary and I am supposed to be your partner." He says while sitting down in the chair across from me.

"I know." I say while giving him a smirk.

"Oh right! You have the telepathy thing. Aren't you genetically enhanced too?" he asks.

"Yeah," I say while gesturing to the snowy white wings poking out of my black tank top. "What about you? How did you end up here?" I ask. I know I could dig in his brain and figure this out, but it is better to hear it from him.

"I'm also genetically enhanced." He said while extending a pair of wings. The thing that surprised me the most wasn't that he had wings, but the color of them. Opposed to my white wings, Zachary's were midnight black and bigger.

"I also have another little trick up my sleeve." He said with a little grin on his face.

"And what might that be?" I asked cautiously. Right before my eyes, Bob's pen that was in his pocket was floating in mid- air. I looked at Zachary, whose eyes were staring at it intensely. It dawned on me. "Telekinesis" I said quietly. Right as I said the word the pen flew into Zachary's hand.

He looked at me and said, "I think we are going to have fun with this."

Yup. Fun. And lots of it.

One month later

"You have to loosen up a little bit. Allow yourself to laugh at least." Zach said.

"It's hard to laugh after the 15th knock knock joke." I yell up to him. We are coasting over a meadow not far from the compound. Zachary had been trying to get me to laugh at his not funny knock knock jokes the whole time we have been flying.

I steer towards a tall pine tree at the edge of the meadow. I sit down on one of the top branches. Zachary and I have come closer together this past month. I would call us friends except having friends is dangerous in the Red Room.

Zachary sits down next to me on the branch and asks, "Why won't you allow yourself to be happy?"

The question takes me by surprise. "Maybe because we are being held captive and forced to murder people?" I reply.

He waits for a moment before saying, "That's true. But what else could we be doing?"

"We could be helping people who actually care about us improve the world." I answer.

"Who were you before you we captured?" he asks while looking straight at me with dark brown eyes.

I meet his eyes and say, "I was a nine year old girl working with the only people who I could call family until I was ripped away from them."

He looks at me expectantly and I tell him about the first lab, Coulson, Skye, the promise I made to her, and the promise he made to me.

By the time I finish I can feel my walls weakening and my emotions starting to lose control. All Zachary does in pull me into his arms. I stiffen and then relax, enjoying the warmth and comfort.

We sit there for what seems like hours. Thinking of what life would be like if we weren't in the middle of Russia.

Hey Guys!

So I want to apologize for not updating. I haven't much time or motivation to write. Hopefully I will update more often. SPOILERS: The whole Black Widow/ Hulk thing in Age of Ultron was not the best idea. I can live with it but definitely not changing anything with this story.

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