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Chapter 3

Hey really sorry for the slow update, Iv started a new school and have been having a few problems so very sorry...anyway here's a new chapter

𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚟:
I have been staring at the wall for the last hour letting red wisps of magic fly round my fingers I can't stop thinking about that moment everyone keeps on telling me the story on how I almost died but I really don't remember it the last thing I remember from that day was waking up in the hospital bay, mask covering my mouth and a blade mark in my stomach. Ever since then I feel back into my old routine pushing my magic to the limit everyday until I pass out. Strucker has been very impressed with my improvements and has been telling me he would take me out to the city someday; that was until her ship came close, I know she wants to kill me but for some weird reason I care for her. I don't want to kill her. I don't want her to suffer.
Next thing I know today strucker runs into the metal cube they call my room and tells me I'm going out to the central city to find the black widow and bring her in. I nod as I pull some non-lab clothes out of my clothes, head into my bathroom and go get changed. I do my hair up and put some makeup on and head out my door. I walk through the long hallway nodding at agents that pass me until I get to the garage. I climb onto my motorbike, put my helmet on and speed out.
The woodland around me is the only thing I have ever known. I speed past trees until I reach the small houses on the edge of the city. I slow my pace down and dive down deeper into the city. As I'm on the bike I see a bit of red hair lead into 'гранд отель'. I highly doubt that this is her but it's probably better to check it out, than to let it be her. I speed the bike round and lean it against the very vandalised wall of the hotel making sure to place an electric lock around it so anyone who try's to take it will have a literal shock. I take my helmet of and carry it under my arm as I enter the hotel. I can hear the tapping of feet as somebody goes up the stairs. I check into the front desk and stand there stupid as the lady checks me in. As soon as I hear the keys being placed down on the desk I grab them and run up the stairs. Once I reach the landing, I turn waiting to hear any movement. None. I walk to my door keys still in hand. I glare at the oak door that stood close ahead. The keys twisted in my hand and the door swung open. I took a cautious step inside just incase the floor fell down. It's not that I don't trust this place but it's in sokovia and that could lead to anything (mostly bad). The room had a rustic style to it but not the pleasant type. I walked across to the bed and placed my helmet down upon it. The covers were what looked to be an attempt at silk white but were rather a cream dust ridden mess. There was a vanity table in the corner but that look just as bad with what looked to be rot and mould on the sides. It was accompanied by a small wooden stool with the seat as white leather. The leather was stained all different colours by who had been here before me.(A/N I'm sat writing this on my bus and people are staring help)
I walked into the bathroom but now wishing I hadn't. Before I had entered I could tell it was about to be worse than the bedroom. I didn't take anytime to look at it as the smell wafted across my face. I slammed the door and grabbed what I hoped to be complimentary paper and wrote a small note 'don't go in, probably toxic' and placed it on the door. I sat down on the bed hoping this would be what her room was like but worse. Why did she have to choose here, like there are plenty of other places in sokovia but no here is fabulous. Thank you Natasha