Siamo fedeli gli uni agli altri fino alla fine
It's easier to remain hidden when you’re invisible but that was not a luxury that Michaela and Margaret had. They’ve made a name for themselves whether they wanted to or not. They have not been subtle enough to surpass S.H.I.E.L.D. 's radar and now they were forced to go on the run to avoid capture by Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D.
“ We can’t stay here,” Michaela, the brunette, told her blonde companion, Margaret.
“ We need to go back,” Michaela nods her head in agreement. “ For them. I’m not leaving them behind.”
“ We need to think smart. Hydra still thinks we’re still with them which is why they haven’t killed them yet,” Michaela paces, thinking, arms crossed to her chest. “ One wrong move can end up capturing us which won’t do any of them good.” Margaret surveyed the theatre once more, a bit paranoid that they would be caught.
“ Surely we can get help from the mafia, some are still alive. I’ve heard the boss is some guy called Kingpin. He has no Martinelli blood,” Margaret suggested. Thoughts brainstorming in her mind. “ Those who were loyal to ma would be loyal to us. Ma did always say blood is law, the way of the code.”
“ Siamo fedeli gli uni agli altri fino alla fine,” They say, looking at each other. A saying that is famous in the Martinelli mafia. The two plotted and thought of plans and backup plans just in case the plan did not go the way they intended. They were Martinelli’s meaning they have a claim on the leadership if they wish. They have connections and before they were kidnapped in ‘70 they were recognized as the heirs of the Martinelli clan. The children in the mafia that knew them would recognize them since they’ve not aged.
“ We’ll send out a message. Only those who know the meaning of it would understand,” Michaela says.
“ Yes, but it will take a while since S.H.I.E.L.D. will be able to trace the digital footprint. We need to do something now. The handler will not be patient forever. I say we get in contact with Sharon,” The brunette stared at the blonde, eyes widened at the suggestion. “ She’s a Carter, our cousin?” Margaret frowns unsure what Sharon is to them except that she’s family. “ She’s family.”
“ She is S.H.I.E.L.D., she doesn’t know the code, doesn’t know us,” argues Michaela. “ Mum wasn’t part of the mafia.”
“ Then we tell her the location, and she will rescue them. You know that she will. They will be safe,” countered Margaret.
“ Fine,” Michaela sighs, knowing she’s lost that argument. They both perk up at the sudden noise that entered the theatre, guards up. The two look up to see Iron Man? And two people swooping in on wires, landing a few feet away from them. The women watched the three seeing if they would attack or not. They knew they would, it would just be a matter of time.
“ Fuck,” Iron Man cursed. This was not how he wanted to meet his adopted sisters. The women pointed a gun at them. The two shared a look before attacking. Tony just watched them fight Natasha and Clint as J.A.R.V.I.S. analyzed their movements.
“ KAI!” Michaela’s attention shifted to the blonde who was hanging off the railing, barely holding on. Michaela kicked the dude with the bow and arrow before making her way towards the other woman. She lays down on her stomach, reaching out to grab her hand.
“ Mags, take my hand,”
Margaret looked between her and the floor below her. The fall would injure her without a doubt even with the serum running in her veins. “ I can’t reach you!” Michaela felt full panic coming from Margaret's side of the bond, only except her panic was mixed with the people that they were bonded to. They were scared and it was distracting Margaret from rescuing herself. Michaela hooked her leg around a wire, lowering herself a bit more.
“ Yes you can! Come on! Take my hand!” Tony watched them helplessly. He couldn’t help them, not with S.H.I.E.L.D. watching them. Michaela manages to pull Margaret back up, relieved. They noticed that more people joined them. A guy in a red cape with long blonde hair and a hammer and then another guy who was in a tight outfit with a mask on. The star on his chest was the thing that helped the women connect the dot on him. Steve Rogers; Captain America; Michaela’s biological father.
“ Oh cazzo,” they cursed. They look at each other.
“ Vuoi prenderlo o devo farlo io?” Margaret asks.
“ Beh, dovrò affrontarlo un giorno, giusto?” Michaela grimes.
“ Sì, ok, quindi prendi lui mentre io prendo l'uomo di latta,” Margaret says. “ Ehi, sono con te.” She squeezes the brunette’s arms before parting with her.
Tony needed to think quickly before Margaret kicked his ass. He really didn’t want to fight her. So he racked his brain for anything that might help him and then a light went off his head.
“ Siamo fedeli gli uni agli altri fino alla fine,” Tony rushed out as a bullet nearly collided with his helmet. It was enough to stop Margaret from firing at him.
“ What? How do you know that?” Margaret glared at him but he could see the curiousness in those familiar green-blue eyes. Before he could respond, Natasha came up behind her shooting her with Icer. The last thing Margaret saw was Michaela fighting her father and the Tin Man catching her before darkness took over her body. Michael felt herself become dizzy, her boy heavy, and her vision fuzzy. She no longer felt Margaret which meant that she was rendered unconscious. She followed not a second later, the last thing she saw was her father looking at her concerned and confused.