"WE MUST ALL BE INSANE TO RACE RECKLESSLY ABOUT IN A WORLD FILLED WITH WITH SO MANY SHARP AND POINTED DANGERS. THAT'S JUST ASKING FOR TROUBLE."
in which valentina popov discovers her true identity and tries to reconcile with her nightmares.
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ACT I, part i, chapter five : da, madam
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8:00 AM. APRIL 12th, 2014.
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"WHO the hell are you?"
Valentina looked up at the man who had a British accent, "If you want me to get out of here, I will. I just needed to patch this up." She stated calmly, looking down at the wound on her thigh from cutting out the tracker.
The man looked confused at the collectiveness of who appeared to be a very young girl who had just broken into his place. Shaking his head in disbelief, he still held on tightly to his gun just in case she made any sudden moves, "You do realize I'm holding you at gunpoint right now...", she still looked unphased by his position, "right?".
"Yes."
"So do you want to tell me who you are, then?"
"No."
"Great." He rolled his eyes.
Valentina began to take out some first aid supplies to treat her injury but stopped once the man yelled, "Hey! Don't move, lady! Why are you in my place, right now? Are you SHIELD?"
Val sighed, growing tired of this back and forth that she knew would lead to him eventually putting his gun down, "No. And if you think you are going to do something to me with that silly, little, American, gun of yours, then you are gravely mistaken."
His jaw hung slightly open after the snarky comment, and even more so as she continued to get some water and antibiotics out, "First off, that is unnecessarily rude for the person who, may I say again, is being held at gunpoint and secondly—"
Once Valentina untied the piece of the shirt she used to originally cover up her wound, his eyes widened at the bloody gash.
"Do you have a room I could use since you obviously don't want me to leave here?"
It became clear to him that her last priority was to harm him in any way. She was just looking for a safe place to hide. Sighing, he put his gun down and placed it back into his holster. If his intuition was wrong, this could be a deadly mistake.
Shaking his head, he pointed behind him, "Go up the stairs and make a left. There's a bathroom you can use."
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10:20 AM. APRIL 12th, 1977.
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"Vot gde ty teper' budesh' zhit', Valentina."
This is where you will live now, Valentina. Madame B told the nine-year-old Black Widow-to-be.
