Natasha pov
I know you saw me go down into the labb but i don't really care. I don't even know why I am coming down here again. But i just punch in the code and walk into the workshop. And again are my eyes on the wall filled with papers, mostly pictures. And that damn death certificate.
"Natasha?" i hear Pepper ask, coming down the stairs outside the lab.
"Yeah i'm here" i answer, looking back to meet her questioning look. As to why the hell i'm down here in the first place. So i somehow came up with the worst lie that's ever crossed my lips. "Y/n asked me to get some papers from her office"
"Well i'm heading into town so... and i haven't missed saying this, but you're in charge" she says and i can't help but laugh, so does she.
"I'll make sure the house is in one piece when you get back" i answer with a smile as we both know the trouble everyone in this house can cause.
"I'll see you in a few hours" and then i'm alone in the lab again. I truly hate it down here, for more than one reason. I walk into your office and start looking around, i don't really know why but something is telling me that something is off. I look over the prints that are scattered over your desk, piecing it together to that machine.
"Oh sweet lords" i whisper to myself as i easily see what they are, a fucking timemachine. That's what i sent Bucky down to help Tony with a few days ago. If i had known that i would have just talked some sense into him instead. But by the looks of it, it's almost finished. Only missing one piece, that i can't tell what it is.
But a pinging on my phone takes my attention away from the machine in the corner. So i take it out and am a little surprised at who it is.
Unknown
Dwelling over the past? You should have more control over what's happening in the mansion right now
- JC
What is he on about? Can they really have caused that much trouble after an hour of being unsupervised.
A few minutes earlier
Arya pov
"What the hell are you doing y/n?" Bucky asks as the knife only hits next to his head as he enters the living room. By purpose. But i continue juggling a few more knives in my hand.
"I'm doing what i came here to do" i say before throwing another knife to his throat, but he catches it. Surprised to see his own knife at his own throat. "I am so sick and tired of playing along"
"Why?" i sign at his cluelessness but then i see the realisation wash over him, the dust coming out of his eyes as he blinks.
"Now let's see how much of your lessons you remember?" i rise from the armchair as he's frozen on the stairs. "What do you do when you can't kill your enemy?"
"You weaken him, Arya" he answers like a repeated answer, like before.
"And when you can't cut off his head, take his heart" i place my hand on his chest as i can see he's still trying to figure out what the hell is happening. But i don't give him that time.
"I am so... not sorry" i say with no emotions whatsoever, it's so relieving to let go of those pesky human emotions. His face turns in pain as my hand presses into his chest, my fingers hugging his heart before ripping it out. I see how his eyes die as they look at me.
Mission complete.
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Xoxo - y/n Carter
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