Chapter Two: The Red Room

"Black Mamba: Kiss of Death" started last chapter following after "A Young Assassin" Vanya woke up in a cave with Bucky AKA Winter Solider after the fall and now they've been taken by Vasilisia Dubroski who used to take care of Vanya during her childhood but is now the leader of the KGB and owns The Red Room. Now as always be sure to comment and follow meh story and I'll write as soon as I can!

A crippling, almost symbolic sort of fear fell over me as I sit on a shabby wooden stool in the center of the Red Room's training facility looking at all the cracks in the stone walls, the red tinted bloods stains splattered all across the ground, and the area just radiated tragedy. A lot of people died in this room, so many that I can't even count them on two hands and my two feet. I can practically feel the death enveloping me, it makes my skin crawl as goosebumps trail up my arms and all I want to do is run, run far away from this room and never look back.

This place holds no good memories the only memories this place leave are ones of me being strapped down to a lab table as scientist poked and prodded me, sent electric shock waves through my body, and trained me to death. Even when I was loaned to HYDRA nightmares of this place still haunted me, loomed over me and wouldn't let me free of the horrible torture I was put through.

When we arrived at The Red Room Vasilisia split up up and left me in her while taking Bucky somewhere else in the facility. Who knows what they could be doing to him while I'm trapped in this room, completely useless and unable to help him. My leg bounced, moving my arm with it as my mind flips through all the possible scenarios, none of them are good. I know she said she wouldn't hurt him but maybe she was lying, a lot of people lie. I've done it many, many times even before I was sent out on missions, seeing as I'm a professional liar and all.

The door to the Red Room Training area—where I am currently—comes open and Vasilisia steps in, grinning down at me like I'm a child who can't snap her neck in one movement. Getting my face neutral I wait for her to speak which doesn't take too long.

"So here's what's going to happen Black Mamba," she grounds out my codename like it's vile in her mouth. You and dear Winter Soldier will do anything I tell you whether or not you want to and I'll let you continue living."

Rolling my eyes I give a light laugh. "Kill me, you can't make me do anything I don't want to do."

"Oh, we thought you might say that," she say, pulling a small remote like devise and press a button in the bottom right and I watch as a flat screen TV emerges from the white walls. The screen flashes to life and shows grainy black and white video feed but as soon as I adapt to black and white I realize what I'm looking at. Bucky was strapped down to a lab table—like the ones HYDRA used to strap him to. Furiously he struggled and strained against the restraints and I knew what their threat was—if I don't they'll electrocute him like HYDRA and turn him against me, probably have him kill me, I can't let that happen.

He finally recovered most of his memories and I can't be the reason they are taken away so begrudgingly I nod my head, letting my head fall. I'm helpless right now, there is nothing I can do, once again I'm the bad guy of this story, just like always.

I hear her laugh. "Here," she thrusts the file into my hand and I hear her footsteps retreat but stop just before the door.

Looking up I keep quiet.

"I'm not the bad guy here Vanya, I'm doing what I have to do. For once S.H.I.E.L.D. and the KGB are on the same side, our common goal? Take out HYDRA and if he agrees I'll let Winter Soldier be your partner on all these missions."

The door to the room closes and I sit stationary on the chair, refusing to open the folder until finally I flip it open, looking over my new identity and who I'm going to be taking out, I am an assassin after all.

Name: Rayza Aline Mesquita

Age: 18

Mother/Father: Luiz and Vera Mesquita

Parents Occupation: Luiz, factory worker; Vera, secretary to Marcelo or Marcelo Incorporated

Education: High School GED and Associates Degree

Siblings: *Older Brother* Vicente Mesquita (Bucky Barnes)

Birthday: July 27, 1995

Mission: Infiltrate HYDRA base in Brazil and take the building out, kill any and all agents of HYDRA, show no mercy. No prisioners will be taken. Hack into the main computer located in HYDRA's control room, transfer all information onto a flashdrive. Once information is obtained and all members killed, the building burnt to the ground, call on secured KGB issued phone and ask for Rama who'll pick Black Mamba and Winter Solider up at a check point that will be determined at a future time. When back at Red Room deliver flashdrive back to Vasilisia and wait for further instruction.

Footsteps sound and I close the file, looking up at the door just as Vasilisia returns, Bucky in tow. He enters the room without a word, his arms are bound by what seems to be a really strong metal, probably the kind that makes up Captain America's shield, but the Vibranium in his shield is the only kind of metal on Earth so that doesn't explain how Vasilisia got handcuffs strong enough to keep Bucky from breaking free of them.

"Sorry I took so long Vanya, or do you prefer one of you many, many alias's? Rayza."

I glare at her, saying nothing.

Sighing she shakes her head as she runs her fingers through her hair. "I had to read the file to the Winter Solider because I don't trust him enough to let him read it himself."

My gaze slides to Bucky who hangs his head, letting brown hair fall down around, hiding his face from view, I can only imagine what he's thinking but I can't help but feel that it's all my fault we're here. If I hadn't thrown him into the chasm he wouldn't have taken me to Russia and we wouldn't be held captive by the KGB. It's all my fault.

I try to be good, to do something good but I still end up the bad guy of the story. Is this all I'll ever be, the antagonist to my mom, the Black Widow's protagonist because all I seem to do when trying to do good is make things worse but when I'm on the wrong side of the tracks I do it right, I destroy everything and kill people but I didn't fail. All I want to do it to be good, I've been bad and that was before I knew the good but now, just the thought of murder made my skin crawl.

"So, you two do this for me and I may just set you free, if we find what we're looking for that is," she says, looking back and forth between Bucky and me.

Looking up his eyes meet my cold green ones and before I say anything he beats me to the punch.

"We'll agree to your terms if you make good on your word and set us free."

"You have my word," she smirks.

"How much is that really worth?" I say, standing, my arms crossed over my chest, back arched slightly.

"It's worth the world Vanya, I have all the power here and you haven't been much use to the KGB, we haven't needed you, we only need your skills right now, you make good on your promise and I'll hold up my end of the bargain. I'll set up a plane ride to Brazil for the two of you, remember," she points at me. "I have eyes everywhere."

With that she turns and leaves the room, leaving Bucky and me alone with the thoughts of what's to come swirling around our heads.