Long Time No See • Natasha Romanoff

Part 4: Firefighter

The cell was surprisingly clean and well kept. She thought for a mass killer and assassin they would leave her to rot in a smelly and revolting  hole. She was patted down by a very attractive agent will the name tag, Hill. She was tall and had dark hair. If she hadn't been in cuffs and was about to go to prison she would have been happy to have her hands on her.

She was given a shower. A freezing one at that, the cold water seemed relaxing despite the situation she found her self in. The jumpsuit she was given was clean, much to her gratitude. Anya was a very neat and tidy person who valued being clean and healthy.

The jumpsuit was white and matched the colour of the cell, which was closer to a room. It had a bed and a semi detached bathroom with a shower. No toiletries however.
There was a book shelf and a table. On the table sat a stack of clean white paper with a pencil case laying next to it. It wasn't hard to guess that this was Natasha's doing as she was one of the very few people who knew she loved to draw.

There was something so calming about drawing to her. It was just her and the paper. She could draw for hours, letting her mind run free and draw anything that came to mind. Most of the time it was her parents. She was so small when she lost her parents and was given to those animals at the Black Widow Program.

Her Mamma, Polina Koslova, was her best friend and was always playing with her and her little fire trucks. Anya always wanted to be a firefighter, like her father, in her home country, vowing to become Rhodes's first female firefighter. Her mother supported this dream of hers and was proud she was aiming high.

Her Papa, Danyl Koslova, however was a huge and strict father. He was very muscular and strong and was in their home gym very often so didn't make much time to play with his daughter. He didn't like the idea of his daughter becoming a firefighter like him, he thought that women should not do some of the men's jobs.

All of the children at school were nice of her because they were scared that she would tell her Pap. She knew that he loved her very much even if he didn't say it or demonstrate it. She was always a Mammas girl though.

Drawing was one of the things that Anya did to entertain herself when her mother was at work and her father was working out. She also took ballet at a young age. This was a school extra curricular event that she liked to take. Where it came from she didn't know because her father obviously didn't take ballet and her mother knew very little about dancing.

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Anya was in the cell for a long time. How long? She didn't know. They were good at confusing her. The meals seemed to come at different intervals. This was the same as the guards rotation so she couldn't read the schedule if she wanted to escape. She had two showers at what she guessed to be a day.

It was a day like any other, her food was being delivered, to do so they had to open the door to place the food on the table along with some cutlery to eat it with. It was a simple meal. It consisted of chicken, no skin, potatoes and some broccoli. It was simple but it was healthy and that's how she ate normally. Normally as in when she was 'free.'

This was when the building began to shake. It was pretty violent and caused the two guards to hold their arms to steady themselves. They both shot the assassin a look that asked 'what is going on.' She just looked at them whilst shoving a potato into her mouth.

"This isn't me." She said whilst ramming more food into her mouth. This is when the second shake hit and Anya began to get nervous. At first she thought it might be a small tremor. But when the second one hit, much larger than the first, all three of them began to panic.