against time.

CHAPTER FIVE || honey we're home

CHAPTER FIVE, honey we're home

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THERE'S A SPECIFIC moment that Ivanna could never forget. Steve Rogers influenced her life from day one, and she hid everything from him because of that reason. But, shortly after he woke up in the hospital, Ivanna was able to be alone with him. That was the moment she told him whatever she could, and he listened. And then he gave her comfort and didn't think the worst of her as others had. That was how Ivanna knew who she wanted to be her person, but now as she sat in a helicopter ready to confront that past; Ivanna wasn't so sure.

Alexei was babbling, and it was thoroughly annoying all three women as Yelena and Natasha piloted. Ivanna was sending constant glares in his direction, as there was never a way she'd let him get away with what happened so long ago, so quickly. He came up behind Yelena, earning him a punch in his face.

"Why the aggression, huh?" He questioned dumbly. Ivanna rolled her head with an eye roll, averting her eyes back to the screen she held in her hands to help get them away from the prison, "Is it your time of the month?"

"I don't get a period dipshit, I don't have a uterus," Yelena spoke coldly.

"Or ovaries," Ivanna glared at him and rose to her feet, shoving him backward while Yelena kept speaking. She wanted to be beside Yelena and Natasha, Alexei was nothing but a barrier from that. Alexei eventually shut Yelena up, disgusted and uninterested with the topic choice.

"It means so much that you came back for me," he spoke with a grin. Ivanna glared back at him and ripped off her headset, then grabbed his shirt and pulled him toward her.

"We wouldn't have saved your ass if we didn't need you," Ivanna informed him, her eyes were raging and she was frankly holding back from shocking the man. He did deserve it after all.

"I don't understand," he said dumbly, his eyes drifting back and forth between her own and the cold look she was giving him.

"The Red Room," Ivanna stated, dropping him abruptly and walking around him to sit on the bench behind the pilot seats, "we want information and you're who we're going to get it from."

"Look at you Vanna, and Natasha," he looked between Ivanna and the redhead who kept glancing backward, "all indoctrinated into the Western Agenda."

"That has nothing to do with this," Ivanna said bluntly, her annoyance growing by the second, "but if it counts, they treated us like family. They didn't just let Natasha and I be taken by some organization."

"And where is that family now, huh?" Alexei gave her a cold smile and tilted his head.

Ivanna fell silent. She clenched her jaw and glared at Alexei, then got to her feet in an instant and stood in front of him, "I'd love to sit here and chat about that, but I've got something better to do. Where is the Red Room?"