So... I wrote the chapter, then I hated what I ended up with. Then I wrote it a couple more times, and have finally came to something I at least like a little. I really wanted this chapter to be good, I believe it deserves it. I hope you all enjoy it!
...does Dreykov have a sick, twisted motive for everything? Yes. Yes, he does. Can you find out what it is?
I use Yandex translate, I apologize for any mistakes.
WARNINGS: Mentions of forced sterilization.
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Feels like we're on the edge right now I wish that I could say I'm proud
. . .
And at the last moment, a suit shines in the light.
Someone else lifts him off the ground.
Natasha shakes her head, air struggling to make it to her lungs against the harsh weather. She watches as the suit flies toward the open plane door, bringing the older man along. Slowly, the redhead forces herself up the rope, climbing into the belly of the chopper.
She scrambles to her feet, a hand wrapping around her forearm to help her balance. Steve frowns, noticing her eyes flash towards the door. "You okay?"
She shakes her head, her mouth dry, as the words are stuck on the tip of her tongue. She turns her gaze to the two individuals entering the plane behind her, her hand unconsciously gripping the blonde's arm. Her burning emeralds clash into the man's brown irises as the face mask flies open. His eyes flicker over the blonde, an icy gaze settling over them.
"Well, well, look who I found," he smirks, moving his gaze away from the blonde. "Did you miss me, Agent Romanoff?"
Alexei pushes himself off the ground, oblivious to the tension rising in the helicopter. He shouts, "Прощайте, придурки." Goodbye, douchebags!
"How did you..." Natasha shakes her head, "Wait, just, what are you doing here?"
"You told me not to come after you," Tony starts, before his suit opens, allowing him to step out. He spares one look around the helicopter, taking note of the blonde in the front of the plane and the dirty old man leaning next to the door, as he avoids the eyes of the Captain. "You should know by now I don't listen to orders."
