Xoxo - y/n Carter

16. Pretend

Arya pov

I watch her closely as Natasha realises who i am. Not that i even remember if i really had this life, but as long as they can believe it i can get on with what i came here to do. This mission is taking a long time as it is, and pretending to be taken prisoner is just ridiculous. Pretending to be so helpless, i must say i'm disappointed that Bucky believes it. I thought i taught him better than to believe me. But could the only reason they sent me to do it was my similarity to this Y/n?

"How is that possible?" she asks in a breath. I sign as i know he's told them all about me.

"How do you think?"

"I know how, i meant how did you survive the explosion?"

"I barely did, the same place they kept me for a hundred years saved me" i can see how she detects my use of words.

"You mean where they torutured you for a century"

"They made me see the truth" i correct her but she doesn't seem to care for that. "See the true sickness of this world, humans"

"So what? Your mission is like Ultrons?" she says and i heard about that. How come i look like her? I don't know. But i keep to the mission instead, if they believe i'm this y/n Carter i can get close to Bucky to finish this.

"I don't have a mission, i did come here to help Bucky get away. If that's what he really wants"

"You came to give him an ultimatum, then why kill those men to do that?"

"It was fun and i had to prolong the time" i say and see the fear in her eyes. I said the wrong thing for this to work, but that's why i always have a plan B. But where is Tony.

"What happened to you?" she asks, really concerned. Maybe i don't have to drag in plan B. Just maybe she cared enough to actually believe it.

"I was left to die, buried alive by my own team. What did you think that would do, make me want to bake you a cake" i say sarcastically and i see the hurt on her face. She's not trying to hide it.

"We though you died, we had a funeral" and her words almost make me laugh. She's so pathetic, caring for that woman.

"Buried an empty coffin proofs nothing, did you do nothing to find me. I was laying there for weeks before they found me" i try to over play it, make it look like i'm vulnerable.

"Then why play with us, if you were gonna come forward about it?" her questions actually makes my own face a question mark. "Why send us those messages telling our secrets as revenge?"

"What messages?" i ask and she gets a serious expression again. "I haven't sent you any messages to any of you, why would i spill secrets i don't even know for revenge?"

"You where the only one who knew, so who else could it be?" she asks and i sign. And this isn't a part of the act, but actually something i'm disappointed in. Dammit, why does he always have to try and destroy my life. "What? What is it?"

"I don't actually remember my life here, everything i know about it is what my brother told me" i say and she has a million new questions. Guess the y/n she knew didn't have a brother. "His name is Jack and he's the holder of memories. He's the one with the yang necklace"

"I didn't know you had a brother" she says, confirming my suspicions.

"Neither did i, he's the good, less hot and male version of me" i say and she figures out that it's literally, twins. "He always wants what's best for me"

"Why is he pretending to be you?" she asks me and for the first time i actually don't have an answer, not even a fake one.

"I guess he wanted to warn you about me somehow, i don't know. We're not exactly on speaking terms and haven't for the last fifteen years" she looks at me with concerned eyes and it makes me sick to know all the feelings she's experiencing. I had the luck to get rid of them a long while back, that and the feeling of pain too. I walk to the middle of the cell, inspecting it a little before sitting down.

"Like your own creating?" she asks with a smile and the whole conversations shifts, she sits down in her chair again.

"I designed this?" i ask curiously. Have to admit, that y/n was good. She picks up her phone as she must have gotten a notification and i can tell by the look in her eye that it's from him.

"Yeah, and i know it's not the best place to be right now" her smile turns sad as she looks at me again. "How about we strike a deal?"

"Depends, what kind of deal?" i ask in return, mirroring her smile.

"I let you out to your room as long as you promise to not leave the manor"

"So i would still be a prisoner in my own house? Sounds fun" i attempt a joke and she takes it with a small laugh.

"You would at least have a comfier time" if i had more emotions, i would feel bad using her like this. "So, do we have a deal?"

"We have a deal" i say, getting up. She opens the door and i hesitate at it, but i look up into her eyes. Before she can react i blow a powder into her face. She pulls me out and into a hug. I hug her back to seem normal but there is something that i actually feel when she has her arms around me. Something i think i've felt before. When she lets me go she hands me a cuff for my foot.

"It's just a precaution, for the others so we know exactly where you are at all time" i nod for her to put it on and she does. That she even came up with the deal makes it almost like i have her under some sort of spell. Or she just really wants to believe that i'm here."Now y/n, we can make sure you get some real sleep"