Alina Shostakov is a Alexei Shostakov's daughter, trafficked to the Red Room with her siblings, Natasha and Yelena only she was there since birth, having no choice but to do as the said.
During a mission, she meets Wade Wilson, a mercenary with a l...
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- "О, бля." -
Alina sat at the small table in hers and Wade's temporary caravan, trying to work out how they'd get to their next job in France, being in Norway. The helicopter they'd stolen had broke a few miles before their caravan.
"Are there any other places we could get another one?" Wade asked, sitting down next to her.
"I don't know. I could ask Natasha, she has friend that gets her stuff." Alina shrugged. "He gave her a trailer and a heater. It wouldn't surprise me if he had an aircraft of some kind."
"Or we could steal another one." Wade suggested. "Buying one is less fun!"
"We're supposed to be keeping away from attention." Alina reminded him with a smile.
"Yes, I know that, but, without some form of aircraft, we can't escape when someone, presumably the shittier Sherlock, comes sniffing around like a druggy that's lost their pipe." Wade explained. "Also, it would be quicker to steal one."
"You raise many good points, which is shocking." Alina grinned. I'll have a look for anything."
After a while of searching, they found a helicopter nearby that they could easily steal from a rich person who most likely bough it so they could look richer. They packed up some duffel bags of their clothes and important things: weapons, ammo, a stuffed unicorn and a box of condoms. Guess who's is who's.
Throwing them into the back of their permanently borrowed car, they got inside. Wade went to lock up the caravan and spotted a box of letters in it, mostly from Steve and Natasha. He failed to notice the small black box in it as he shoved it in the boot of the car.
Getting in the passenger seat, Wade closed his door and Alina started to car, driving away from the caravan. The car journey consisted of Wade rambling about things Alina could barely keep track of as he pushed the seat down so he was lying down comfortably.
As Alina turned onto a bridge, something hit the side of their car and sent it barrelling down the road, skidding into the fencing that protected the edge, above the lake below. Wade un-clipped his seatbelt and shot up, gently pulling Alina from the wheel, making sure she was okay.
She was fine, only having banged her head on the steering wheel. Glancing out of the window, Alina saw a person walking towards their car in a metal, robotic-like suit. Wade followed her line of sight and his eyes widened slightly as Alina took off her seatbelt.
The car wobbled forwards slightly as Alina moved through the middle of their seats, grabbing a gun from her duffel bag. Wade leaned his head between the seats.
"You think it's Ross?" He asked.
"No." Alina denied, adjusting her position to look out of the shattered window.
The woman held up her gun and took a couple of shots, the person holding up their shield to stop them. Taskmaster then through the shield, lodging it into the window. Carefully, Alina pulled herself out, keeping her gun held up.
"Slowly." Alina ordered when she heard Wade moving.
"Said you never." Wade mumbled as he jumped out, the car only just staying on the edge.
Taskmaster was no longer there and Alina's ears pricked up, hearing something behind and above them. Turning on her knee, Alina started to shoot at Taskmaster when they flipped over the top of their car, holding their shield up to stop the bullets.
Taskmaster kicked the gun from her hands and Alina grabbed their shoulder, wrapping her legs around their arm to twist them around. However, Taskmaster wrapped their legs around her and threw her to the side, Alina skidding to a stop on her boots.
Wade was trying to get their bags from the car, needing their weapons. Alina stared at into the mask Taskmaster was wearing and she flipped off her back, crouching on the floor and they mimicked her actions.
A red wave of colour went over the eyepiece and Alina tilted her head slightly, seeing it scan her. Taskmaster turned their head over their shoulder, looking towards Wade and Alina's car, directly at the box Wade didn't spot.
"It's not us you want." Alina mumbled and pulled a knife from her thigh holster, starting to run towards Taskmaster.
As she went to stab them, Taskmaster span around, grabbing her hand. Alina crouched to her knees and slashed the knife, the other person moving back to avoid the blade. Taskmaster placed their boot on her head and kicked it to the floor, Alina grunted when she felt her nose bleed.
Taskmaster grabbed her hair and lifted her body slightly, punching her in the gut away from them. Wade got out of the back of their car, jumping on Taskmaster's back, twisting them to the floor.
Taskmaster kicked his legs out from under him and stood back up, trying to get to the car but he got back up and grabbed them by the back of the neck, twisting them to face him. He took a punch at them but Taskmaster blocked it, clearly knowing what his next moves would be.
"Predict this, motherfucker." Wade smirked.
Wade lifted his leg, kicking them in the face before he wrapped his leg around their neck, forcing it to break and strangle them. Taskmaster pulled a knife from their suit and stabbed it into Wade's side, the mercenary pushing them back and snapping his leg back into place.
Taskmaster grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him down, whacking his face of their knee before kicking him beside Alina. The Widow grabbed a double-sided grappler from her waist and shot it around Taskmaster's legs when they went to go towards their car.
She shot the other side at the metal above them and Taskmaster was forced to fly backwards. Alina pushed herself off the floor and quickly grabbed the box and the shield as Taskmaster slashed through the grappler wire and headed for Alina, sword drawn, going for the kill.
Alina moved as the blade came into contact with the road where she was milliseconds before. The Widow held up Taskmaster's shield, blocking the attacks of the sword. Wade moved over, kicking Taskmaster in the side, knocking them off balance slightly.
Alina continued to block the attacks Taskmaster sent their way, shoving Wade behind her. Unfortunately, Taskmaster planted their boot into the shield and kicked them off the bridge, into the water below.
Taskmaster grabbed the box and opened it, seeing it was empty and that they couldn't see Alina or Wade.
Across the lake, Alina and Wade swam out of the water, onto the land where they sat up, both bleeding. Reaching into her pocket, Alina pulled out a small group of red, glowing capsules and Wade looked at them in confusion.
"Do you snort that?" He joked, breathing heavily.
Alina didn't reply as she pulled out half a strip of photo-booth pictures. She swallowed thickly at the old photographs of her, Yelena and Natasha as children, happy in Ohio.
"О, бля." Alina mumbled as she looked at them. (Oh, fuck)
"What is it?" Wade asked and she handed him the photos. "It's concerning you have photos of three children, dungarees."
