The life of a young assassin. (Avengers fanfic)

New York

Ying, Nadia and I try to keep our cool, but we can't help but look out at the city in amazement. The sun is setting, and the buildings are starting to light up. We've lived our whole lives in secret bunkers. It brings a tear to my eye. Of course, I can't let them see that. Never look vulnerable, unless it's part of a cover. We fly, weaving through buildings, finally arriving at one with a giant A on it. It's shaped weirdly, too.

When we land on the building, we are escorted into a room that seems sort of like jail. We sit as close as we can to each other trying to not let them see our fear. Finally, the wall disappears as two people sit on the other side. It's the woman with the widow suit (still don't know what that's about) and the dude with the shield. The woman clears her throat. "Hey, I'm Natasha. Please state your names" she says. None of us speak. "State. Your. Names." she says sternly. We don't make a sound. "Fine." she sighs. "Bring in the serum," she says to the man. He looks concerned. That makes me concerned. "What serum?" I ask. "Do you plan to drug us?". She scoffs. "Something like that." 

"NADIA VOLKOV," Nadia says quickly. I look at her with a WTF  face. She shrugs, innocently. "Alright, we got one," Natasha says. "Anyone else wanna have a go?" She cocks her head. Ying rolls her eyes. "Ying," she says, annoyed. "Last name?" the man asks. "No last name. Never had one," she says. Natasha looks up for a second, a hint of sympathy on her face. Something's up with her. This makes me want to know more, so I say my name in hopes to earn her trust. "Mila Romanov," I say with a straight face. This time, she JERKS her head up. "Romanov?" she says. I nod. She whispers something to the man. He looks confused. 

He walks over and says "Hi there, I'm Steve." I nod at him. "I can see you all have weapons on you. Please remove them immediately,"  he says. "And the suits." the woman says, her arms crossed. I groan. "I'll leave," Steve says. Once he's gone, Ying asks if we can have some clothes. Natasha sets three sets of black sweatpants and white shirts with a small logo on them, folded crisply. We start to change as she watches our every move to make sure no weapons are left. It's kinda creepy. I see Nadia try to stuff something in her pocket discreetly. "Ah ah. What was that?" Natasha asks. Nadia looks embarrassed. "Oh, just a little necklace," she says. Natasha motions for her to give it to her. Nadia smiles and hands it to her. 

Examining it, Natasha seems wary, but satisfied enough and gives it back to Nadia. Nad gives her a signature smile. No one can resist it. Natasha gives a small smile back, not being able to help it. "Alright girls, let's get into it. Where are you from?" She says. "Why would we tell you that?" Ying says back, sneering at her. Natasha rolls her eyes. "Look, you guys can't really leave this room until you give us a little information. So good luck with boredom." She says, waiting a second before walking out the door. 

I bury my face into my hands and sigh. Nadia comes and sits next to me and rubs my back. Ying just stares at the wall. "My zastryanem zdes' navsegda." I whisper. Ying looks at me. "We won't be stuck in here forever, Mila. I promise," she says. Nadia thinks for a second. "Orrrr we could just tell her everything? I don't know, I trust her," she says. I stand up. "Nadia, we can't trust ANYONE. I don't know why she's wearing that widow suit but I intend on finding out, ok?" I snap. Nadia and Ying look taken aback. I sit down and take their hands. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to just shchelchok at you." I say, apologetically. "Honestly, I'm scared. We've never been captured like this before." They both just nod in agreement. "We have to escape. Get out of here." Ying says. "No, we should stay here and find out more information. People shouldn't be able to take us like this. We're supposed to be the best spies and assassins in the world." I pause.

"I have a feeling that there's more going on here than we think."