UNDERCOVER

IV

Rain danced against the large window in her room and the clouds began to cover the sky. Y/N opened her eyes at the sound of thunder outside. She rubbed her eyes and looked at her phone. 11am. She fell asleep while searching for the other "Winter-soldier".

Something deep within her told her that she was that soldier, but she refused to bring it to light. Dragging herself from her bed, she made her way into the shower. The warm splashes of water soothed her muscles and woke her ready for the day. Last night she could've killed Stark and been one step closer to escaping Hydra in a way, but Pierce had to swoop in and stop. Why would he do that?

Once she was out, she put on a pair of mom jeans and a sweater as it was a miserable and cold day. She wasn't used to dressing in such comfort since Hydra was a training ground full of tight suits and itchy cargo pants. Even on the coldest days they would make her train in paper thin clothes. In a way she was thankful for staying at the Compound, after all it had heated floors and warm showers. The beds were like clouds and the whole place was comforting. She knew she would miss it, but she wouldn't miss the people.

A few avengers were talking in the living room with mugs of warm drinks and blankets covering them; despite the warm apparel, the conversation was cold. No one was smiling. Y/N made her way into the kitchen, trying her best to stay in the shadows. The kitchen and the lounge were connected so she knew that one of them would notice her but, if she acted like she didn't notice them, then she could listen in.

She grabbed a pan out of a cupboard and poured some milk in it while listening to the solemn conversation.
"When's the service?" Natasha asked.
"Later today, it's for both of them," Steve muttered, "I tried to argue that they should have separate funerals but Pierce disagreed."

The two Agents she killed were having a funeral? She added the cocoa powder to the warming milk. And why would Pierce be in charge of the service and not Fury? Y/N pulled out her phone and sent a text to Pierce.

A few minutes she checked for his reply.

Seen

Dickhead. She slid her phone into her back pocked and resumed making her hot chocolate. She was aware of someone watching her as she poured the liquid into a glass mug, she turned around to find a pair of green eyes scanning her. Y/N smirked to herself, sitting next to the former assassin. She listened to Steve talk about the funeral and Sharon for longer than she would've liked too, however she enjoyed the feeling of Natasha trying to figure her out.

Steve got a text from Fury and left the room along with Sam and Tony; you and Natasha were alone.
"Enjoying the view Romanoff?" Y/N chirped, raising her brow.
Natasha scoffed, "No. I can't read you and it's frustrating."
"Maybe you need to read my in a different light," Y/N smiled, "a different position?"

Y/N had always had a thing for Natasha, ever since she first saw her and she was Y/N's awakening. The Hydra agent loved to flirt with everyone, sometimes she couldn't help it and that was always part of the fun.

"I have a girlfriend," Natasha muttered which made Y/N smirk, eyeing the assassin up and down.
"And I don't care," Y/N chuckled, "you know where to find me if you change your mind."
With that said, Y/N walked to her room and changed into her training clothes. She planned on going on a run but Thor's anger seemed to ruin the plan so she would settle on the gym.

When she went down, it was empty. She walked in smiling at the fact she got to train alone. She started with 30 minutes on the treadmill while listening to her favourite songs on repeat. Y/N made use of all the equipment there and she soaked in the emptiness the gym gave her.

While taking a break, the cerulean eyes soldier walks in laughing with a blonde woman. Bucky smiles when he notices Y/N and she smiles back. The blonde gasps and runs into Y/N's arms.
"What! Y/N it's you," the woman had a strong Russian accent, full of excitement although Y/N had no recollection of her. The blonde pulled away and just smiled, "Bucky, you never told me she was here."

"Who are you?" Y/N asked pushing the woman away from her.
"Y/N it's me-"
Bucky whispered something in the woman's ear and her face dropped, Bucky cleared his throat, "Y/N this is Yelena Belova, Nat's sister."

Y/N nodded her head curtly, "Nice to meet you, Yelena. Don't touch me again."
Yelena frowned, "No need to be rude. A please would be nice."
Y/N ignored Yelena and simply stared at Bucky for a few seconds before heading out the gym. She was only a couple steps out the door when Bucky called her name.
Y/N turned around, waiting for him to speak.

"I'm sorry about her, she gets all excited over meeting new people and," he sighed, "I want to apologise over yesterday. I overstepped and I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter Barnes. And I looked into the Stark assassination and there is no way it could've been me," she tried to convince him. If he believed it wasn't her then he would stop bugging her.

Bucky bowed his head and shook it gently, "It was you Y/N. You'll see sooner or later."
Bucky walked back into the gym, leaving no room for a discussion which left Y/N quite content.

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Two hours later, Y/N stood in a plain black dress, fixing her makeup for the funeral ahead. Even though she never knew the Agents she murdered, she had to act like an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. A part of her also wanted to see the people she had also affected and not in a sick way.

Ping. Ping. Ping.

Her attention went to her phone which lay on the dresser she had three messages.

Fuck.