Chapter 5
I blinked my eyes entering the real world again after my brain had slipped into an alternate timeline. When I readjusted in my seat I realised all my companions were staring at me silent.
"No Yulia you shouldn't apologize to HYDRA. How would you even do that?" Bucky told me in Russian.
"You know Russian?" was all I could respond not even questioning my own statement. But before he could respond I asked a question to the group of adults with me, "How do you run from what's in your head? Because I feel like I'm my only demon and that I am the villain in my own story and I don't like it anymore."
"Yulia, I may not believe you're really my sister but I know you can't talk like that about yourself," Wanda told me. I get that she was trying to make me feel better but she couldn't not really. It's not her fault, it's nobody's fault really except maybe HYDRA's.
"I was a prisoner in my own mind for ten years sometimes literally I know that I am the villain in my story, but thank you for the thought."
Sometimes you should keep your mouth shut, but for me this wasn't one of those times. How could it be? I just reunited with my sister after ten years of us being apart. I mean I also wanted to play the guilt card on Natasha so she wouldn't kill me in my sleep.
"We should get back to the hotel. Then we can discuss what's going to happen to Yulia," Natasha told the group.
"Yulia you can borrow some of my pajamas and go to bed, you've had a long day," Wanda said pointing to the bathroom and her room.
"OK, I guess I'll see you all tomorrow." I said turning to walk through the door that lead to the small bathroom in the cramped hotel room.
I don't think they realized I could still hear them as I let the warm water wash over me. I could hear them discussing sending me to Tony Stark to which Wanda responded with a simple 'No!' and for that I am grateful, but they also suggested sending me to Wakanda at which point I winced thinking about the one previous time I had been there with Katrina and Ruby deciding that the royals had probably forgotten I thought that was the best option. Though they decided against it.
"What about Fury and Maria, couldn't it help their cover story to have a child with them?" One of the masculane voices offered.
"No offence to Fury but he's horrible with kids, has been since I meet him," Natasha simply stated.
"What about that spider kid? He could pretend to be her older cousin or something?" A different voice asked.
There was a whisper coming from the other girl I couldn't remember the name of, "Phil."
"Phil?" someone asked.
"Yeah, Phil could work, he's always 'adopting' new protégés. I'll call him," Nat said in response to the two previous voices.
"Isn't Phil dead?" One of them asked as I stepped out of the shower.
"No." Was all they got in response.
I walked out of the bathroom in the snug, fluffy pajamas that Wanda had lent me and said "Anyone but Tony Stark. And I don't care if they are dead."
With that I walked into the bedroom and got settled down to go to sleep as Natasha yelled, "Tomorrow me and the girls are taking you shopping, you need new clothes and this my make you like Tony more because I have one of his credit cards and he's paying!"
"I DON'T CARE!" I yelled back trying to get to sleep or some sort of rest. But whenever I closed my eyes, all I could see was the ghost of my past especially Katrina.
So at about midnight when everyone else was asleep I slipped on a borrowed outfit from Natasha and went up to the roof thinking that if I couldn't sleep maybe a night time flight around Paris would do me some good and maybe just maybe I could out run my demons for a night.
It didn't work. What it did do though was make three highly trained operatives, two ex-military personal, and an angry older sister yell at me in a total of 5 languages over breakfast. On the other hand, Wanda had finally realized I was who I said I was as this made her realize me and Pietro were definitely related. Which got a thumbs up from his ghost standing in the corner.
Wait. Pietro's ghost was in the corner. Why could nobody else see this? Was this like the time only me and Katrina could see the cameras in Chicago? Or was this more like Alberta? Or maybe Hong Kong? Maybe I need to get a more normal life? That was the only question In that moment I knew the answer too; No, how can I? I have wings for crying out loud.
That day all I did was go shopping with the girls and eat and worry that HYDRA maybe coming after me. I shouldn't have put the word maybe in that statement because they were I could feel it in my bones.