On the 16th of August 1922, three year old Katya Volkov disappeared off the face of the earth. Her father John Shelby and her family searched for years but never found her.
They are shocked when they suddenly appear in a room, being told that she i...
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AT NIGHT WHEN IT WAS QUIET SHE WAS GOING TO KILL HIM.
Despite the number of years since she had seen Alexei the hatred burned deep inside her, bubbling in her gut overtaking her senses. She wanted him dead. Bloody and weak; a pathetic mess on the floor.
She knew she wasn't a good person. She never would be. Not with the amount of blood on her hands. The amount of pain and suffering she had caused.
Maybe it was in her blood or maybe it had been beaten into her; but either way it was who she was. And killing the men who made her that way? Then her purpose would be fulfilled.
John closed his eyes holding back tears. It wasn't right. None of this was right. He could feel the emotions building and twisting inside him. Clenching his hands to remain calm.
A sick understanding grew in Jason. He glanced at his dad. They had been doing better but some wounds never heal. The memories of the joker flashing in his head. That horrid laugh and the timer of the bomb counting down. Nearly getting his revenge. His dad picking the Joker over him. Bruce shooting him. Staring at the girl on screen he saw himself.
The helicopter smoked from where it lay on the grassy hills they had had to crash land on. Katya refused to turn and look at Alexei when he dramatically huffed. She turned starting to walk through the long grass her trousers on the suit swishing as she walked.
"You should off brought the Avenger super jet." Alexei complained with a groan starting to follow behind the three girls. Katya refrained from launching her knife at him.
"I swear to god. If I hear one more word from him, I will kick him in the face." Yelena mused a annoyed look on her face.
"I want him dead." Katya told them darkly. Picturing it in her head. "He's the worst."
Natasha nodded beside her aggravated look on her face. Stopping in place when he called out to her. "Natasha! Natasha come here I want to talk to you."
She turned to him annoyed, tired and fed up. They all were. It had been a long two days and Alexei certainly wasn't making it any easier. "What?"
He gestured her over beckoning with his hand. A expectant look on his face. "Did he talk about me? You know, trading war stories?"
"Who? What are you talking about." She demanded confused.
"Captain America." He boasted as if it was obvious. "My great adversary in this theatre of geopolitical conflict."
Katya rolled her eyes. 'Geopolitical' was a big word for him. She wondered if he knew what it meant. "You never even met him." She called out bluntly.
