Julya Kuznetsov is a weapon. That's all she's ever been. That's all she'll ever be.
But when the Red Room sends her to work for Hydra and she's forced to work with the Winter Soldier, what will change and what will she discover about herself?
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Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California -Hotel California, The Eagles
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2 years later...
May 29th 2001 Malibu, California
"Julia, get a wriggle on! You are always making us late!" Dad yells.
"Give me a second!"
"She's probably doing her makeup." I hear Anya say.
"Anya, shut up!"
She and Dad both laugh loudly and I storm out of my room, still tieing my ponytail up as I do, "Shut it!" I take a spare bobble and flick it at her from the balcony.
"Ouch!"
"Julia, stop throwing things at your sister." Mom scolds calmly, walking in wearing a tight, emerald-green dress.
"Wow, Anna. You look beautiful." Dad says, staring gormlessly at her- and he's not looking at her face.
I head down the stairs and flick my last spare bobble at him, "Get a room."
"What does that mean?" Anya asks.
I walk past and ruffle her hair, "Doesn't matter."
"Is that a new dress?"
I give a twirl, "Yes it is. Why thank you for noticing."
"You look lovely, Julia, but seriously, can we get going?" Mom asks.
"Guys, what's the hurry?"
"We're meant to be there in five minutes and it's a ten-minute drive."
"Puh-lease, you know if it was them coming to ours they'd be at least half an hour late."
"Right, that's it." Dad says, picking me up and slinging me over the shoulder.
I squeal between fits of laughter, as he carries me out of the house and plops me down in the car. We drive across Malibu, the same route that we've taken hundreds of times at this point.
