"YOU THINK A RAGGEDY TEAM OF FREAKY TEENAGERS ARE GONNA FIX THIS?"
Life for Annabelle has been a whirlwind of emotion for her as she struggles through her tumultuous grief and deep unearthed trauma. Settling in the new Avengers facility with Tony a...
" like a small boat, on a ocean. sending big waves, into motion. like how a single word, can make a heart open. i may only have one match, but i can make an explosion." Fight Song ( Rachel Platten )
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a/n : I'm so sorry about the wait.
August 2033 Moscow, Russia
FEARFUL, EXCRUCIATING SCREAMS PERMEATED THROUGH THE LARGE WOODEN FARMHOUSE AS THE THREE OLDER ASSASSINS JUMPED PROMPTLY FROM THEIR SEATS. Sound rings in Yelena's ears which overwhelms the frantic beating of her own heart pounding through the delicate confines of her ears. Melina was erratic, her mind numb but body moving instinctively to the origin of the noise.
Alexei seemed to be stuck in his chair for a moment, his legs paralyzed as he managed to garner up enough stamina to rise. His hands clutched in tight fists, the thick rings of muscle around his arms and shoulders flex underneath the thin material of his shirt. A deep growl settles in the back of his throat like a demon of sorts lurking inside of him. One that would go after the tormentors of young Russian girls.
Chairs squealed against the hard wooden floor below like a tiny mouse being tortured in a glue trap, but there was hardly time to think about scratches. Dishes rattle atop the dining room table, silverware clatters, a spool of honey crashes to the floor.
3 skilled assassins thunder up the stairs with a start. Yelena is first, agile and silent as a fox, with her platinum blonde hair wavering behind her like thick silk. Melina is next, her breath is huffed, heavy - more so from the fear than from anything else. Blush pink comes across her heat drenched cheeks, layering them in a mild array of the aforementioned color as she strode against the stairs. Each step is muted, but the ex KGB assassin can't help but think that the steps were deafening.
"Anna!" Yelena calls from somewhere up the stairs. Her frantic voice echoes across the floor, bouncing around the well decorated walls and heading straight back towards them. The blonde feels a shiver run up her spine, but she cannot bear to think the worst. Breath clots in her lungs as she speeds up the remaining sets of stairs, her scarred hand grabs the banister in an iron grip. Her knuckles turn white and stains of pinkened, injured flesh from wear and tear of her past sprouts up against the delicate flesh of her wrists.
"Anna, are you alright?" The woman repeats, breathlessly. Her chest contorts, fear is fracturing the resolve on her face.
Someone approaches her from behind, and despite the knowledge that she was occupying her parent's house, Yelena's first instinct is to attack. She manages a hit against Alexei's cheek, gasping and muttering out a string of apologies from the assault.
The Red Guardian turned on himself for a moment, gently cradling his abused cheek bone as he erased any sense of hurt or anger to his youngest daughter right beside him. Yelena was unconvinced though and she clutched her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down with a cutting force in worry and distraught.
