➢join evangeline 'evie' maria stark as she discovers just who she is. she thought it would be her, her dad tony (the famous ironman) and their 3 other family members till eternity, until her father is called in for the avengers initiative. suddenly...
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⎮Budapest - 2 hours later⎮
"Dad's gonna kill me," I mutter looking at the news report on my phone, I had kept as low of a profile as possible. We walk up to a gas station about 1 hour from Natasha's old apartment.
"The Red Room's still active," Natasha states as we walk in, starting to look for different things. "Where is it?"She asks. I walk over and start picking up some snacks to go into my backpack, ignoring Yelena's laugh as I grab as many Doritos as I can.
"I have no idea."Yelena sighs, going over to the medical section. "He moves location constantly. And every widow is sedated on entry and exit for maximum security." She picks up some different things for her injuries.
"I'm just finding it hard to believe that he could stay off my radar," Natasha says making me let out a small sigh.
"Well, there were plans for Hydra to hand me to the Red Room; but I had no clue how old they were," I say to Natasha who gives me a glare for not mentioning it. Yelena nods at me, probably remembering it.
"Well, it's not smart to attack an Avenger if you want to stay hidden." Yelena reasons as she looks at ibuprofen. "I mean, the clue is in the name. Dreykov kills you, one of the big ones comes to avenge you." She shrugs, looking completely unbothered as opposed to Nat's panic.
"Wait, what are the big ones?" Natasha asks as she leans on the wall confused.
"Well, I doubt the god from space has to take an ibuprofen after a fight," Yelena responds with a smirk. " Where did you think I was all this time?" She asks after a moment, looking sad, not that I blame her. I decided to give them a moment of privacy and head to the bathroom to wash my hands.
"Why do you always do that thing?" Yelena is asking as I walk back toward them, all of my supplies in hand.
"Do what?"Natasha asks putting her stuff on the counter.
"The thing you do when you're fighting," Yelena says making me smirk, instantly knowing what she is talking about. "The... Like" Yelena says before glancing around and starting to bend down."The... This thing that you do when you whip your hair when you're fighting with the arm and the hair." She says doing it as she talks. " And you do, like, a fighting pose."Yelena laughs with a grin. "It's a... It's a fighting pose." She laughs.
" You're a total poser," I add in with a small grin but Natasha shoots me a glare, making me frown.
"I'm not a poser."Natasha protests.
"Oh, come on." Yelena protests with a laugh."I mean, they're great poses, but it does look like you think everyone's looking at you, like, all the time."
"All that time that I spent posing," Natasha starts as she flips some coins on the table. "I was trying to actually do something good to make up for all the pain and suffering that we caused." Natasha broods while making me sigh, she carries her guilt so much."Trying to be more than just a trained killer." Natasha spits out slightly.
