Rebuilt

Chapter 16

Walking through an ornate building the four of us were seemingly on edge. The fear of running into Karli and the super soldiers coursed through our veins. "Shame what's become of this place."

"Ooo shit you made me jump...jesus christ." I giggled at the abrupt sound of Zemo's breathy voice. Everyone stopped as I kept laughing. I was practically doubling over. "Uhhh sorry...I always laugh when someone makes me jump." I wiped the tears from my face due to the extreme laughing. "Sorry carry on." I stopped laughing when I noticed everyone's confused and slightly annoyed glances. Well everyone except Bucky...he was just smiling.

"When I was young, we used to come here for fabulous dinners and parties. I knew nothing of politics of the time, of course, but I remember it being beautiful." He explained his voice slightly more pissed off than before. At the end of his sentence we stopped and surveyed the area. Children were running around without a care in the world...I hoped that was what it was like for Iris...bit I knew it most likely never will be because of her mutation but I still hold the hope of normality for her in my heart.

"Hey y'alright?" Sam tapped me on the shoulder. I breifly nodded. "We are gonna take a look upstairs. See what you can find out here. And please keep an eye on Zemo." Sam put his arm around my shoulders and dragged me away. We both made our way up the steps...I didn't really want to draw attention to us so I didn't bother flying...there is nothing more obvious than a flying woman.

At the top of the stairs was a beautiful mirror that reflected both Sam and I but no other people. "Is it me or is it strangely quiet." I mused. My eyes examined every nook and cranny but no remote sign of life. Like at all.

"No there is most definitely no one here." Sam agreed scoping the place out like me. After deciding it was safe we carried on down the hall cautiously. Eventually we came too two hall options. "I would usually say to split up but I don't wanna risk anything."

"Yeah...completely right." Eventually we entered a room containing two women who looked to be doing some sewing of a sort but as soon as we entered the room they calmly exited the room. Like really calm. Like abnormally calm. Something wasn't right.

We tried to ask her if she heard of Donya but she very very quickly deflected any form of questioning. Then Sam caught sight of a box...with something on it. Oooo interesting. He tilted the box slightly and on it was a red hand print. "Tores sent me that print." He said almost inquizitively. He somehow got more flustered and walking into another room. "Donya. No?" They just ignored us as if we were invisible. Charming.

Eventually we found a room where a child and a teacher were sat. They were talking about colours but Sam disturbed it. "We're not refugees, for we have nothing to seek refuge from. We're internationally displaced persons, for what it's worth we don't trust outsiders." He explained rapidly. I decided I didn't want to get into politics so I walked to the child. He went to get up but I held my hands up in surrender.

"I won't hurt you...I just want to take a look...may I." I pointed at his work. It looked like he was translating English to Russian. He seemed to be more comfortable with the Russian than English...so I guessed Russian. I looked at the work and it seemed he miss translated a word. "ты бы предпочел, чтобы я говорил по-английски или по-русски?" I asked the child. ( again I am sorry for miss translation...it says "would you prefer me to speak english or russian" in Russian).

The kid looked at me completely shocked as if he didn't know I could speak Russian. I mean that is totally understandable though. "русский." (Russian)He responded simply.

"Ладно, это должно говорить об усталости ... молодец, ты действительно хорош в этом." (Okay, this should speak of fatigue ... well done, you're really good at this) I smiled at him and he smiled back.