Unpredictable

Dreykov

1996
Maya POV

I watch my ward very carefully, thinking to myself that she would grow up to be a fine women, but unfortunately this place is hell.

I practically grew up in The Red Room, Madame B being a relative, actual blood line, not like Melina and Natasha, no, Madame B was my grandmother, and she couldn't wait to sell me on.

My parents died young, just after they had me, or so I am told. I sneakily made sure that Madame B was actually blood, I knew what she did and unfortunately for her I was a smart child, always knowing what was going to happen before it did. Madame B never knew of my powers, I made sure to keep it under rap from her. It was until I was thrown into hell and had vigorous testing did they see the mutant gene. Unfortunately for my grandmother, the gene was within my father's blood line. I could see she was scared of me, but when higher up heard, he had different plans for me.

I look back to the young red head, preparing herself on the barre, she was a beautiful dancer, I loved watching her. My gaze was torn from her when I heard my grandmother;

"Smirnoff, it's time."

Natasha looks to me with a questioning look, I stare at her quickly shaking my head, I move quickly towards her, my hand going to hers, pushing a paper inside of it, against her palm.

"Я люблю тебя малышка" I whispered, turning on my heel and walking towards the door, straight past Madame B. Head held high, I felt the red heads gaze on me and my hands that were folded behind my back, shaking.

I continue to march towards the medical bay, bit I feel a hand on my shoulder, "нет моя дорогая мы собираемся кататься" (No my dear, we are going for a drive), Madame B stated, her nails digging into my skin.

I close my eyes, taking a big breath in, I knew what happened to every girl at sixteen, they go to the medical bay, my heart rate quickened the closer we got to one of the cars parked outside The Red Room.

I am placed in the back seat, I look up towards one of the second story windows and see Natasha dancing, it was a perfect view to see before the unknown happened.
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2004

I hear a quiet beeping going off somewhere in my office. I go to my "loving" portrait of me and Dreykov and open it to reveal a safe, after opening the safe I look at the pager.

Code #1 safe

I smile to myself, placing the pager in my garter on my thigh, next to my gun and proceed to walk out of my office, noting that my guard, Sven, is waiting outside the door for me. "Sven, can you tell Dreykov that I have important matters to attend to in America?" I ask, smoothing down my skirt.

"Of course, Madame." Sven nodded.

The Red Room is different since Madame B died. Its been different since I took over. Hell, my life has been different since I was married to Dreykov, since I was sixteen, but that is all going to change.

I exit the building and enter my car, ready to leave the Red Room behind for a while. As I was driving to the mansion I receive a phone call.

"красивая, where are you going? I was informed you left the building?" Dreykov's voice rang through the car. You see since the death of his daughter, (he's a cheating pile of crap) I can't stand to look at him or be near him, it was his fault.

"I have business to attend to in America, I will be gone for possibly two months." I answered, wanting this conversation to be over. "I have a lead on Romanoff."

I hear his cheerful laughter, "Yes! Yes! That's good, I knew you would never stop to find the killer of our daughter!"

I roll my eyes and glare, hard, at the road in front of me, she was more my daughter than yours, you asshole.

"Да, любовь моя. I thought I would finally end it all. You might not hear from me for a while, I'll have to go off radar but the Red Room is under perfect hands, I think you would agree." I answered, still frowning.

"Who?" He asked.

"Melina, I thought she would be perfect to keep your girls in line, she did with Yelena, in fact she was so good, I heard Yelena still thinks they are a family." I said, knowing he likes to here about his past achievements.

"Ah, da, I like your thinking." He replied, "Don't forget to arm yourself, she is a part of S.H.E.I.L.D now."

"Da, I know, I was brought up in The Red Room." I quickly hang up and put my foot on the gas, there is no time to waste.
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I finally touch down in New York, I stand waiting for my car and look out on to the sky line and think, I am finally back home.

"Miss Smirnoff, your car is waiting," I jump at the voice but smile at Adam, my usual driver for when I deal with business in America.

"Thank you, Adam, now to go home." I slid into the back of the car, knowing my bed is not that far away.

"Right away, Miss Smirnoff, Miss Danvers is very excited to have you back." Adam smiled in the rear view mirror.

"It's been a long time, five years too long." I whisper, watching the sites flash past the window. We drive out of the city to come to the Hamptons, where my house was located. I know what you're thinking, how can I have all this and still be the wife of Dreykov? Well I had a plan as soon as I was married to the pig, I was going to keep the girls of The Red Room safe. Carol Danvers was someone I had met during my time in America. I was based there to secure new girls for the room, it was a horrible job, I had goons around me at all times, but I was able to escape one night. 

I left our premises and walked, anywhere, I needed to get away, the weight of capturing and turning these girls was heavy and hell at this point I was still only seventeen myself. After a lot of walking I found myself at a strip club. Due to my "markings" I was able to get in, killing people will really age you. I entered the club and the bass was loud, I sat myself at a table, a girl only clad in a g-sting walked up to me with a tray. 

"Hi, my name is Honey, what will it be sugar?" she asked, a sultry smile on her lips. 

"How much for you?" I ask back, a smirk on my face, my hand lightly caressed her thigh. 

She laughed, shaking her head, "Too much for you, sugar, what would you like to drink?" 

"That is a shame, I will take a whiskey, please, Honey." As I answered again, I slipped twenty in her g-string. She nodded with a smile and walked away, to get my drink. I hear a cough from the table next to me. I turn and see a blonde, fair women, smiling in my direction. "May I help you?" 

She laughed, "Just wanted to say, you were very smooth, how old are you? Twelve?" She taunted.

"Funny," I sneer back, "Can I get back to myself now?" Turning to face the front, watching the girls on the stage. 

"Oh and she is funny, what's your name kid?" 

I roll my eyes and turn back to her, "And, why exactly, would I tell you that?" 

I watched as the blonde stood up, walked to the spare seat next to me, leaning in close and whispering, "Because I know exactly who you are, Miss Smirnoff. Or should I say Dreykov's bride?" My eyes go wide, as I freeze in place. I feel the blonde lean back into the seat beside me. "Don't worry, Kid, you're safe." 

I watch as Honey comes back over and places the whiskey on the table. Before I could even knock it back, the blonde snatched the drink and downed it. 

"I think it's time for you to come with me."