Chapter 10
6 years after transfer to Russia
Today is the day. My final day of the Red Room. Of course, they don't know that. Only Zach knows.
Our plan is to escape while we are training. Today we are training in how to set charges for explosives. We will set them on an exterior wall and BOOM! We have a hole in the wall for us to fly out of.
I also have another part of this plan that Zach does not know about. It pertains to a promise I made when I was nine years old. The promise I made six years ago to Skye. That I would bring Grant Ward back.
I have seen him before and I have been gathering information the past ten months on him. I know which barracks he stays in, where and when he is on guard duty, and when he is most vulnerable.
He also knows of this plan. I get his tracker off his wrist and he hijacks one of the cars and drives to a set location. I don't really know if he will follow my directions but once he is out of the compound he will be easy to track.
As Zach and I walk down the corridor to the training center we are reviewing the plan in our heads. I can hear his thoughts about where the charges must be set and how far away we must be when they go off.
When we come through the doorway to the training center I see Ward standing guard at the entrance. We make quick eye contact and then we look away.
Zach and I listen to the instructor drone on about the different types of explosives. When he gets to the C4 I start to pay attention. After he is done he tells us to each take some and place it anywhere in the room. We place them on the predetermined spots and we back up. As we get back to the instructor and I am about to set the C4 off, someone blasts a giant hole where our C4 was. Zach and I are thrown back. After the debris falls all hell breaks loose.
Ward runs over to me and I use the unconscious instructor's finger prints to take the tracker off he starts running.
I get up to my feet and take a look around. There are bullets flying everywhere. I look down at Zach and see him still on the ground. I am relieved after I check his pulse and breathing to find that he is still alive. I put his arm around my shoulders and start walking quickly towards the hole. We were almost there when something picked me up off the ground and started flying away.
I kicked and screamed but I had no weapons against the machine that was holding me. I turned my head around to look at it and gave an involuntary groan. It was a man in a metal suit. Iron man. I was being taken away by the Avengers. Great.
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Iron Man finally set me down in a clearing where there was a small jet waiting. "Sorry about this." He said in his mechanical voice right before he hit me over the head.
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When I woke up I was sitting in a room that had no windows and no doors. The only things in the room were me, the table sitting in front of me, and the chair I was currently handcuffed to.
While I was sitting there I tried to go over what just happened. The Avengers basically kidnapped me, Ward escaped, and I lost my one and only friend.
A man walked in and snapped me out of my daze. He was tall, muscular, and stood like a soldier. As he sat down I had already read his mind and found out he was Steve Rogers. Otherwise known as Captain America.
Before he could start speaking I said, "Captain Rogers, it is nice to meet you."
He looked confused and said, "You have a Russian accent."
I smirked and said, "Well it seems I do, thanks for pointing that out Captain Obvious." I interrupted him by saying, "But you like women with British accents more, don't you."
He looked shocked and angry all at the same time. "Who are you and who do you work for?" he asked.
I decided to have some fun and said, "My name is Peggy Carter and I work for the SSR," in my British accent. He looked like he was going to flip the table he was so mad. I felt bad for him. Before he could lift the table and dirty blond man with blue eyes said, "We are switching now Rogers." Steve got up and left.
The man's name was Clint Barton or otherwise known as Hawkeye. He sat down and asked me "Who are you?" I answered by asking, "Who is Barney Barton to you? Is he your brother? "I felt his anger rise. He stormed out of the interrogation room. After a couple of minutes and woman with short red hair and bright green eyes walked in calmly and sat down. I didn't have to invade her mind to know who she was. The former Red Room assassin, Natalia Romanova.
She didn't say anything. She just looked at me. I started talking in Russian. "The famous Black Widow, Natalia Romanova. You have been the one I have been meaning to talk to."
I saw her stiffen at her real name. She quickly recovered and in Russian said, "I just want to know what you are." I was surprised. How did they know I was different? I glanced down to the inside of my elbow and saw a little bandage. They must have tried to get a DNA sample to figure out who I was.
She put some papers on the table. "These are the results of a DNA test. The results make no sense at all." She said.
"I am a little different." I answered. These people clearly mean me no harm seeing as they could have used torture ages ago. I slowly extended my angel white wings. The look on her face was hilarious until another man came rushing through the door. This man I recognized.
Phil Coulson took a deep breath and said, "I told you I would find you."
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