AN: Basically continues from the last chapter, enjoy!
I went to the store earlier and saw a woman working in M & S called Tabitha, like, please lmao.
After waiting for a couple of hours (Y/N) decided it wasn't likely that the Doctor would come back tonight so decides to go find him hoping he's in one of Doctor Banner's labs. She pushes herself off the bed with her hands and walks towards the shut door.
She pushes down the door handle and pushes the door slowly so as not to make too much noise. She walks out pulling the sleeves of her black T-shirt she got from the shop earlier over her hands feeling the cold bite at her fingers. Curling her fingers she feels the soft fabric caressing her skin, however, the extreme AC gradually making its way to her cheeks turning them a light dusty pink.
She hurries along the corridors to get to the AC unit, she remembers passing it during the day sometime. It's in a couple of different places but there's one behind the bar in the main lounge, the one with the large window. She crosses her arms across her chest regretting not putting on her jacket before leaving her room.
Finally, she sees the giant window at the end of the corridor along with the sofas and the fancy dangling light above the coffee table. (Y/N) walks around the corner entering the room and walking towards the bar where she can see the AC unit. She speedily presses the buttons turning the temperature up to a normal temperature. As she does so a man approaches her from behind.
"Why are you up so late?" A German accent is entwined within the man's voice.
Instinctively (Y/N) turns around kicking the man in the legs knocking him over, one hand then grabbing the front of his shirt, strangling him and the other grabbing his hair tightly.
He chokes slightly then swallows hard before speaking again.
"I am one of Mr. Stark's security men, I'm part of the night team." He says breathing heavily throughout. A few seconds pass before (Y/N) reluctantly releases him and lets him stand back up, his hand immediately flies to his chest as he starts panting quietly getting his breath back.
"I am sorry for startling you Ms (L/N), Mr. Stark has told me a little about you." His accent more prominent now.
"I am sorry as well" (Y/N) says with her normal accent.
"Ah, you're Russian, Mr. Stark didn't tell me." They stand there awkwardly for a few more seconds before the man speaks again.
"My name is Zemo." He offers his hand and (Y/N) hesitantly shakes it. "Now I shall bid you, good night."
He slinks away into the shadows again out of sight and (Y/N) looks around and is drawn back to the window again. She stares at it for a couple of minutes before she walks to the other door into another corridor. However, before she gets through the doorway she starts hearing words again accompanied by the same German accent.
"London Bus"
"decem et octo" "(Nineteen eighteen)" (The date not the number)
"двадцать один" "(Twenty one)"
(Y/N) feels the panic flood through her veins as she drops to the floor crouching with her hands covering her head and ears but it's no use. The pain she feels is unmatched by anything else, the throbbing pain in her head like a prison of torture to wait out before she's freed again.
"Cinco" "(Five)"
She sees the man from earlier, Zemo, appear a few feet from her pacing around in front of her in a mocking manner. A book lays in his hands open to a specific page as he reads it out loud.
"Daybreak"
"ampoule" "(Bulb)"
"No, stop, stop it." She keeps her hands on her ears and pushes them harder trying to stop the words from getting to her. "Stop it! No, no, stop." She gets lightheaded and dizzy as her hands loosen around her ears allowing her to hear the final word.
"Daughter"
(Y/N)'s arms drop to her sides and her head lifts as she stands up again only a foot away from the man.
"Готовы соответствовать" "(Ready to comply)" She salutes him.
He smirks at the blank-faced young woman, the feeling of success is so sweet.
"Hydra's best project ay?" He flicks her forehead, no response, he chuckles. "Shame I won't get to use you in the field"
He looks at her, completely lifeless and blank. Her face lacking emotion, her body lacking movement. A mere shell of a person.
"As much fun as this is, I've got a mission to complete. Terminate Project Ghost."
He pulls on her collar slightly indicating for her to follow him, he stalks towards the stairs, (Y/N) following him closely. Their footsteps are almost silent as they ascend the stairs making their way towards the higher floors. The very highest floors.
After going up hundreds of stairs and relentless walking, the Baron is out of breath, breathing heavily as they get to floor 90, a few from the tallest. The floor is small in comparison to the others but has another lounge with a guest bedroom and balcony. Zemo walks towards the sofa in the middle of the room and sits down pouring himself a drink of whiskey left by Stark.
He swirls it around in the cup before bringing it to his lips and drinking some of it.
"I hate Stark and all his little gadgets but I'll give him credit for his whiskey." He mutters and drinks again. Once he's finished his drink he takes off the jacket for his alibi and shrugs on one of his fur-rimmed coats. "Much better, now. Let's get down to business shall we?"
He refills his drink once again.
"My mission is to make sure the only way you leave this building is in a grave, no, in a box, a co-, damn it! Dead! I am here to make sure you die." He takes a swig of his drink, downing it in one, putting it down on the table, glass clinking. He stands up quickly pulling out a pocket watch checking the time then tucking it back in his coat. He hurriedly takes off his extravagant fur coat and swaps it with the stolen uniform jacket.
"I wonder if I could sell you, I'd probably make more money from that than Hydra." He rolls his eyes slightly then thinks about it for a minute before dismissing the idea.
"Your mission, йте из окна, если кто-то попытается вас остановить, убейте их, а затем продолжайте свою миссию." "(Jump off the balcony, if someone tries to stop you, kill them and then continue your mission.)"
(Y/N) nods and goes to get up. He stops her, pushing her back down by her shoulder.
"Ah ah ah, wait two minutes before doing anything, I need time to leave before you start. It was an honor working with you Ghost Agent. Your reputation is 100% success rate, I can respect anyone with those sorts of numbers." He bows his head slightly then turns on his heel and leaves. He closes the door behind him and makes his way through Stark Tower.
Two minutes passes and (Y/N) gets up still blank-faced and walks towards the balcony door, she pushes open the glass door after unlocking it and walks out feeling the cold early morning air brush against her. The sun hasn't risen yet so the sky's still, black full of pockets of stars and street lights.
She looks ahead before carefully stepping up onto the balcony barrier, she balances with both her feet on the sturdy metal pole. She turns around facing the building to see any possible complications.
She breathes in a couple of times before braising herself slightly.
She leans back...
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