Chapter 2
Next day I walk into the school hall as I hear the gossips about the baby drama. People are calling Quinn inappropriate names but I decide to ignore them and just to my daily routine. As soon as I get to my locker I found Finn waiting for me.
"Hello Rach." He says with his goofy smile (that I did find cute before) and I know he wants something.
"Good morning Finn. What can I do for you?" I ask him opening my locker and he starts speaking.
"Kurt told me you knew about Puck behind the father."
"And you want to see that it is true. Yes it is."
"How could you not tell me?" He asks a little angry now. Damn, that changed fast.
"First is not my secret to tell, second you wouldn't believe because you would think that I was trying to get back with you. Now I need to go, I have English classes and I hate to be late."
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"Can I sit?" Noah tells me sitting next to me after I nod not really caring about the people looking at us as I go back to my book about computer science and I could feel Noah's eyes on the book, clearly looking confused at it, but he doesn't say anything. Once the class is over I see him waiting for me at the door.
"So what did you mother said?" I ask him walking with him. He was surprised that I spoke first, I could sense that but I also knew he didn't know how to start the conversation.
Look at us, starting conversations with people. We almost look normal.
"She cried and yelled and then she ignored walking away to her bedroom. I haven't talked to her since." He says sad and I give him a little smile. Comfort was not part of my skill set. "I haven't seen Quinn too."
"I offered for her to stay at my house. I don't know what she is going to say but I will probably talk to her at lunch." I tell him and he nods hugging out of nowhere, I just froze trying to keep me from pushing him away. Thank god there aren't too many people in the hall. "Come on I have classes to attend."
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At lunch I sat outside in the bleaches and I saw Quinn approach me but I don't say anything, she just sits next to me with the food from the cafeteria. I never eat food from the cafeteria that is why I eat outside.
"Mike told me I could find you here." Quinn says and I look at her nodding. "I didn't know you were friends."
Friend [definition]: person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard. [end of definition] We don't have friends because we don't feel affection.
"I wouldn't call it friends." That seems like the most diplomatic response. "We have classes together."
"I don't expect you to keep what you said yesterday." She tells me not looking me in the eyes. Clearly Quinn didn't believe I would let her move in with me.
"I meant it. If you want you can move today. I just have some rules about it."
"Of course." She tells me and gives me a nod to keep talking.
"I live alone, most of the time, and sometimes at night I have to leave for classes and I arrive late. If you want to come in my room you have to nock and there is a door that is always locked so you can't open it. I will show you the door. I don't want people coming in the house. If you want someone to come I want you to tell me first."
Now we give orders. I somehow enjoy this improvement of our capacities. Maybe we should add it right below ways I know to assassinate people with a pencil.
I really hope that's sarcasm.
"I agree with all. I mean it's the minimum I thing I can do." She tells me.
"We aren't friends Quinn. We are roommates. Let's call it that way."
"Of course and I am sorry." She tells me and I look at her confused. "I misjudge you when I first meet you. There aren't a lot of people who would have done what you did. I will find try to find a job today."
"No need too. I will help you with the money and so will Noah, he is working for more than a month and has saved that money for you and the baby." Of course the job offered he had come after with a little persuasion but they don't need to know that.
"I can't let you do everything it's not right."
Remember we always had to earn things.
Quinn isn't an asset.
"If you want, while you can, clean the house and cook."
You sure look like her commander.
"But you don't need to worry about it." I quickly add now wanting her to feel like she needed to please me or something.
"Of course I will help you with everything." She tells me and I hear the bell ring.
"Meet me at the park after classes and you will get your things."
"Don't need too, they are at Finn's car." She says with sadness. "He brought them today."
"I will get them after school them. We don't need you stressing about him it's bad for the baby."
"Thank you again." She tells me and nod.
"Don't thank me." I say getting up. "The classes are about to start."
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When I sit in front of the class I see Finn entering and looking at me with a smile as he walks in my direction. Great he is sitting next to me. I notice someone touching my shoulder and I turn to see Mike and I nod to him. He pushed the chair next to me and sits. I look to Finn direction to see him confused but he walks and sits the other side of the room.
I also don't know what made Mike want to sit with me today but I was glad.
I believe agent Coulson said we should show appreciation. Normal people do that in a form of thank you.
"Thank you."
"It's nothing besides I prefer to stay next to someone who actually understand math and doesn't asks me stupid questions all the time."
I don't dislike him.
Anastasiya are you admitting liking someone?
Of course not. I just think we need to eliminate him anymore.
I couldn't help but smile at that even the Ice Queen cold heart is melting.
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"I need Quinn stuffs." I tell Finn at the door of the classroom we just left. Both Anastasiya and I decided that military commanding voice was the way to approach this situation. For this Anastasiya clearly is the most adept.
"So she was speaking the true when she told me you would let her move in. Don't you two hate each other?"
"Yes but I won't let a pregnant girl live by herself. Now her things."
"They are in my car."
"So what are you waiting for? I would like to go home today." I tell him and he nods as we walk to the parking lot.
After he gives me Quinn's bags and I walk to my car where she is waiting for me and looking at Finn. I put the bags in the floor and open the car.
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The drive was made in silence. Not too much surprise.
When we got inside I could see Quinn looking around the place still taking in the three story house.
When I looked for a house I wanted it to be somewhere hidden, with at least a mile radius of nothing. This was the only one I could find.
"The first floor is pretty much just a recreation room that is empty and the garage. The said door I spoke about takes it downstairs." I spoke as I open the main door that got access to the second story of the house as they enter the foyer. "At your right is the living room and left the dinner room. In front of you are the family room and the kitchen. You also have the deck for the back terrace. Upstairs." She says not pointing to the stairs in front of them. "We got the bedrooms."
"You're house is amazing. I have never been inside such a big house." Quinn spoke as she follow me as I took her bags with no trouble upstairs and started to speak again.
"Well." I told her putting down the bags, making it look like I was tired of caring them. "In front of us is the master suit. My room." I tell her pointing to my door but not opening it. "On the left." I say pointing to the corridor. "There are two bedrooms. In front of them you got a bathroom. On the end of the corridor you got the office. It's pretty empty if I am being honest but we can study there." I walked the rooms I spoke about as I open one of the doors. "As you can see the rooms only have simple beds and built-in wardrobes, this weekend, after Sectional's, we can look for something else. If you want you can keep this room."
"It's ok." Quinn speaks as I nod at her. We turn around as I show her the bathroom and another empty bedroom. We passed the sitting area with a view to the front house as I point at her about the other occupied suit. Natalie's suit, but I think Quinn believe it was my parents.
"Well I can let you have some time alone, you can use that bathroom, no one else does. I will let you unpack. I will be downstairs in the kitchen."
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I could hear Quinn unpacking upstairs as I take off my cell phone and call Natalie who picks up after a three beeps.
"You're late." She tells me in Russian, when alone Natalie and I always spoke in Russian.
"I know. I did something." Silence on the other side of the line indicated that Natalie fear I had a laps. "Remember Quinn?"
"The knocked up blonde who dated the boy you wanted? Please tell me you didn't kill her. I thought Barton show you the teen movies as a way to show you how to deal with it."
"I didn't kill her she's living with me."
"WHAT?" I credited myself with making the Black Widow shocked not many people can say they have done that.
"Short version of the situation: Finn found out Puck was the father, they broke up and I offered my house."
"You realize that if she finds out your cover will blow?"
"I am a careful woman, she won't. I hide all the weapons and equipment downstairs and she doesn't have access. I am warning you because you said you would come this weekend and I didn't' want to surprise you with this change of scenery."
"Did you plan to tell her about your lack of parents?"
"If she asks I will answer as truthfully as I can."
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A minute after I end my phone call I see Quinn enter the kitchen.
"I was thinking in making dinner for us. As a thank you" She tells me and I look at her.
Uncomfortable, doesn't know what to say, trying to say and act right.
Kind of like us when we got capture by SHIELD. Or I don't know. All the time.
So we are her commander?
Remember what Natalia and Philipp told us. There are not commanders in real life. We don't have to do that again. And Quinn will never feel that way in here.
I didn't like the commanders.
I very cold chill came through my entire body at the memories of what those commanders would do. Even Anastasiya fears them.
"Sure Quinn. I will tell you where the things are and of course help you make dinner." I tell her and I show her the places where she can find the things she needs as we cooked together, still in silence. I set the table as Quinn takes the food from the oven and we start to eat.
"I like the place." Quinn comments. She was trying to make conversation, the silence clearly perturbs her. Rachel, Anastasiya, was used to silence; her entire existence has been silence and taking orders. Before and after, when she was a weapon or when she was arrested. Silence was all she had.
"My sister and I picked it." It is kind of true since I picked the house and Natalie approved, Natasha being my sister is lie however she is blood family.
"You have a sister?" She asks surprised.
"Yes. Her name is Natasha." She remembers that Natalie doesn't like to be called that much like she doesn't like to call herself Anastasiya anymore. Anastasiya, now, is not more than the terrible voice inside of her. The person – weapon – she never wants to be again. "She is older than me. Her job makes her travel a lot."
"I have a sister too, Frannie, but we aren't very close, especially now." She says looking at her belly bump.
She's trying to keep conversation by connect to us to her. She is trying to do that thing civilians do when trying to find something in common. I doubt Quinn is a formal weapon, with multiple personalities and fragmented of memory.
Yes but we had been where she is now. Alone with a child. Fear of the future. Remember that.
A weapon doesn't have family. Commanders told us that.
Yet we have.
"Look what your parents did was stupid. Ok you made a mistake but a child is always a child. Innocent. They should support you."
"I knew it. The moment I found, I knew they would kick me out. They always said: never have sex before marriage and always be better than anyone else. I kind of broke both those rules."
"You're parents suck." I tell her and I look at the clock. I could feel it, the emotions.
We don't have emotions.
"Look I have to go. You will be fine?"
"Yes I can clean the kitchen and then I am going to do my homework and sleep."
"Ok. In case you already asleep when I arrive, have a goodnight." I tell her and she nods.
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Years Ago
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Natasha stared at the woman in interrogation room. She has her hands chain to each side of the chair, her feet and abdomen too. The woman couldn't be older than 20 in appearance with very long strawberry blonde hair that cover most of her face and green eyes. Barton told her she the woman has been arrested for the last decade. That doesn't make any sense. SHIELD is not like the Red Room so take 10 years old girls arrested isn't something that should do.
"She doesn't age. We have been analyzing her blood. We believe KGB altered her cells and DNA." The director explains to her as she nods. "We don't know much about her because she doesn't know much about herself. The scans on her brain show she was brainwash way to many times fracturing her memory."
"Her name is Anastasiya."
"Impossible." Natasha murmurs as she walks closer to the window staring at the woman with another look.
"You know who she is?" Coulson asked her as Natasha turned to them.
"Every girl in the red room knows of her. Anastasiya was the original Black Widow, the first success of the Red Room. The perfect soldier, forged as a weapon since birth. Every one of us inspired to be like her."
"When you say the first?"
"I believe she worked as a spy for KGB during WW2."
"The war ended 54 years ago." Coulson spoke in shock as they stared at the girl.
"She doesn't remember any of it?" The red haired Russian asked.
"She remembers fragment. Pieces. Most of it we believe is actually fake. The doctor said as older the memories are the worst is for her to remember. It's possible she won't ever get her full memories back. Ever. She however tries. Every week we visit her and she gives her memories that she got. Mostly are missions, she had. We already confirm 19 assassinations, she remembers many more we cannot confirm. If what you say about WW2 it's possible that number is much higher"
"But you captured her." Everyone could notice the red haired spoke like what happened was some kind of impossible mission. It probably was.
"Two agents found her living in Barcelona in 88. She though they were Russian and killed them with a butter knife. When we found her she didn't offered any resistance. She was in shock repeating strange words in Russian. It took us one week to calm her down enough to ask questions. It only took us two weeks to confirm she is fact wanted to be captured by us. Executed. She tried to kill herself many times during the past decade."
She took what the director said but still couldn't understand what they wanted with her. Both of them.
"One of the words she spoke was Natalie." Natasha froze at this was she stare at the woman in the other room again. "As soon as you came here I asked for DNA tests. That woman in there is your mother."
