Chapter 3
But I can't not till I see where they take me, if any good can come from this it's that maybe just maybe I can transfer from one HYDRA base to another less evil one. And be reunited with the one person left alive that knows what I'm going through.
I think these thoughts even though I know deep down that I don't want to go back, I'm finally free and can finally be a human. Though I am no human but a monster.
A monster who looks like a girl. A monster who to the untrained eye is just another, normal teenage girl who should be obsessing over the newest heartthrob or drawing her name and her crushes together in hearts. But I know better, emotion in any capacity is weakness, and weakness gets you killed. As does disobeying orders and I already have one strike, I better not make it two.
The thought though that was consuming all my waking minutes was what if they find me? What would they do to me? What would become of me? Would I return to Sokovia in a body bag? Would I live? Would I die? Would Wanda die?
The other thought that consumes my waking mind is why on earth I agreed to go with these idiots. Ever since we got onto this train they had been squabbling while I listened to my music and read the book they had so graciously bought me so I didn't annoy them as much as they thought I could. If I wanted to annoy them I would have just stabbed them.
As the lyrics of the song rang through my ears, the words ran through my eyes and the bickering of my travel companions was almost diminished in comparison to the volume of my music. Even inconsideration with these facts I noticed when they stopped talking and tensed up and prepared mental for a fight, unfortunately for them I was to deep into my meditation of trying to locate three people's current location and anything really.
What did finally manage to get me out of this state was the bullet through the glass that barely missed me and made a noise at a frequency I don't think either of them could here causing me to instinctively duck and try get rid of that rechid bullet from within the coach as civianzes ran out of the car.
"What the fuck is going on?" Bucky asked as he saw me in my half in pain half in determination state approaching the device that had been launched through the window after the bullet went through, still listening to my music trying to block out that rechid sound.
"I have no fucking clue Barnes!" The shorter guy, Sam respond words filled with venom. These guys really hated each other.
"It's a sound bomb you morons!" I yell in reteleration still trying to disarm the device that I was assuming was made so that my ears would start to bleed. Click! And the ringing stopped in my ears.
As we hopped of the train and after we escaped the prying eyes of our compatriots in our car we walked into the center of the city towards the eiffel tower before turning onto a street I recognized, hoping Natasha wasn't the one who chose this street. Maybe she was and maybe it was to terrify me. But maybe just maybe it wasn't and she didn't remember what I could.
The café seemed innocent enough to my travel companions but I knew it wasn't. Underneath it lived one of Paris's biggest drug factories. The owner bakes them into sweets for the consumption of victims of HYDRA's innocent girls and for the all high and mighty who choose to consume drug filled sweets. The client list reached from A-listers to CEOs to world leaders. Though looking at the cute pastel yellow awning and flower boxes around the window sills and white wrought-iron furniture sat along the roadside.
When we entered the small parisian café all I saw was the only thing that mattered to me. No, it wasn't the red head looking at me in shock and disgust. It wasn't the blonde man dressed as a stereotypical american, or the blonde women sitting between them texting someone. But the back of a brunette's head who was talking to the redhead. I knew her, Wanda. My sister. My only family. My blood.
My heart skipped a few beats as I thought about turning around and running into the HYDRA preparatory academy and give into those monsters once again. I decided against it, mainly because Sam and Bucky pushed me forward and because I caught a glimpse of Wanda's mind. She was reminiscing about me as a child and talking to the redhead in Russian. Based on everyone else's looks and patterns I could tell nobody but the girls knew what they were saying, except me. They were talking about childhoods growing up in former communist countries. After about 5 minutes of just standing there while my companions had sat down, when they had reached a lul in their conversation, I started trying to talk.
"Sestra," was all I could get out of my mouth.
She turned around to face me tears in her eyes and a look of shock on her face as she walked backwards away from me.
"You're not really there!" She yelled at me trying to push me back with her magic, I easily resisted using my own.
"No, Wanda I'm really here. Alive. In Paris," I responded in Russian.
"I haven't slept in 4 days," She reasoned to herself.
"I'm really here. Here for you. Here to be with my Sestra," I responded again in russian.
"You're not real, you're dead, this is just one of those sleep-deprived hallucinations," She yelled back in russian.
"Wanda calm down. It's OK. I sent Sam and Bucky to help her stay alive. HYDRA is hunting her down. Just listen to me," Natasha, the redhead said, though she gave me a suspicious look.
"She isn't real! She died when she was 2! I saw her dead body! I know she is dead! I visited her grave a week ago! And if she was really my sister she would know the nursery rhyme our mother used to sing! Or have a ring!" Wanda yelled at me and Natasha completely breaking down as I gave strategic smiles to the other patrons in the café, as if to say 'I know she is crazy isn't she'.