Chapter Five: A Forgotten Melody
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Third Person POV:
Natasha Romanoff walk through the hall of Avengers Tower like a zombie. Although the Black Widow did not cry, the mother side of her wanted to, she was morning on the inside. It's as if the world was paying her back for all the lives she took and all the wrongs she's made. Yes she had given up her only daughter all those years ago and thought nothing of it, things were different now. She has a place for her, she knew she could take care of her now, for once she had faith that she could take care of her daughter and just like that, it's all ripped away from her.
Steve Rogers wasn't doing any better than her. He too felt all alone, like he'd failed. He found out his best friend was alive on the day he he had to take down S.H.I.E.L.D. but Bucky saved him, when he fell from the Helicarrier so obviously Bucky remembered, remembered something, remembered anything and Steve vowed to find him. Now here he is, all alone without his best friend who he knows was alive, as to whether of not that status still stands is unknowing and not knowing is the worst of it all.
At least if he was dead Steve could mourn his death, again...
As for Vanya, well, Steve didn't know her all that well seeing as they only met twice and the first time she was under HYDRA's control but he knew she would die if she hit the ground but if Bucky was alive Vanya would be. There's no way Bucky wouldn't save her if he knew he could, especially if he was back to his old self.
"Agent Romanoff and Steve Rogers report to Nick Fury's office, ASAP," a female voice booms throughout the tower.
Natasha and Steve make their way into Nick Fury's office where he spins around in his black leather chair and looks at both of them with his one good eyes. "How would the two of you feel about going to Brazil?"
Vanya POV:
Red, Yellow, and orange light glows on the horizon as the sun starts to break the dawn of the city, Bucky and I 'borrowed' a crappy white pickup truck from an abandoned car lot. We're almost at São Paulo by the ocean. We still haven't come up with a plan on how to escape from Brazil without the KGB tracking us, I already know that they'll be watching and monitoring any and everything they can.
Most likely they'll check all the airlines and records for any sign of us as well as the ferries and boats along the coastline to make sure we do not use that as a means of transportation, those are the only two ways to get back to the United States but if we can't get access to either of those then we're stuck in Brazil until we can find a way to escape.
Around 4:00 AM we arrive in a small little town, the type of place where everyone knows each other and instead of going to an IHOP they go to a mom and pop diner for their breakfast. A miniature coffee shop resides on a corner block on the side of the towns main street that runs straight through the town. If one were to stay on that road, they'd get to see the entire town. That's how small this town really is.
We pull into the parking lot of the small coffee shop and as we head towards the door, the flash of something green catches my eye. Bending down I pick up a ten dollar bill which someone obviously lost and follow after Bucky. He leads me into the coffee shop where we approach a woman with platinum hair tied back in a high ponytail.
We order coffee and I hand her the money and she gives me back the change, not even saying anything about our odd clothing. After receiving our drinks we take a seat in the back of the establishment, sitting far away from all the locals who stare at us like we were freaks. It's either because of what we are wearing or perhaps they think we're dating and since I'm seventeen and he's over ninety, well to them he's around twenty-six it must look disturbing.
"Okay," Bucky says, pulling the goggles from his face and looking at me with his cold eyes. "We need to make a plan to get out of Brazil, that should be our main focus."
"Well, the KGB will be checking all train stations, ferries, and planes so we have to travel in a non conventional way," I reply, taking a sip of coffee which is sweet and tangy with vanilla due to the fact that I'd added vanilla to it only seconds before. The ringing of the coffee shop door draws my attention as an elderly lady with a purple daisy decorated bandanna is carefully tied around her head, hiding her hair from view.
The woman behind the counter hands the elderly woman her drink but as the woman turns he gray eyes sparkles with joy when they land on me. She stops by me, not even acknowledging Bucky.
"Rayssa, é quase como destino a correr para você, mais uma vez, a última vez que te vi, você era tão pequena. Cevada 10 anos de idade, trabalhando em uma fábrica, dando-me o dinheiro que podia (Rayssa, it is almost like destiny to run into you once again, the last time I saw you, you were so tiny. Barely ten years of age, working in a factory, giving me the money you could)"
Replying to her in Portuguese I said, "Como é que você me entende? (How do you know me?)"
The woman grabs my hands and closes her eyes a minute before letting a sorrowful expression take over her once joyful outer view. Shaking her head she tisks before sighing. Her fingers twist my red hair around her index finger before pulling away.
"Você teve muita tristeza em sua vida criança. Infelizmente, não haverá muito mais você vai ter que sofrer antes que as coisas vão melhorar. Serei sempre você aliado criança. Bendito seja o Senhor e que ele possa retornar roubado memórias (You've had much sadness in your life child. Unfortunately, there shall be much more you will have to suffer before things will get better. I will always be your ally child. Bless the Lord and may he return your stolen memories)."
With that she turns and walks from the building without looking back. Looking over at Bucky my expression saying exactly what I was thinking and he answers right away, obviously knowing what I was going to ask.
"I understood a few things here and there but no, I didn't get the jest of it."
"S-she called me Rayssa and the last time she saw me was when I was ten years old, but I don't have any recollection of that. My memories, they're gone, that's what that lady had said too and that there is much more suffering in my life."
"Maybe..." he trails off shaking his head as if deciding against saying whatever he was going to say.
"What?" I ask, following him as we exit the coffee shop.
"Never mind..." he shakes his head. "Where are we going to go now? If we can't use any type of conventional transpertation then we're trapped here until she and the KGB gives up on their search."
A memories flashes in front of me, the pickup truck and Bucky is gone and all I can see is a gray colored world, a forest consuming me and then a house surrounded in gray, a three story house with spray paint on the walls and boarded up windows. A safe house.
"Vanya, hello?" Bucky appears in front of me and the woods and the house is gone. "You still there?"
"Give me the keys, I know a place where we can lay low."