Y/N was taken as a child and raised in the red room. At 13 she was sold to Hydra's Winter Soldier program. Now 16, she works alongside the Winter Soldier himself. However, when James is captured by the Avengers, the program is put on hold. Just days...
We enter the ballroom. I am dressed in a black fitted gown and my hair is pulled into a fancy bun. My gun in strapped to my leg and hidden under my dress.
(like this one from "no time to die")
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We head towards one of the tall tables surrounding the dance floor, "Would you like a drink?" Vasquez offers.
I hold in my laugh, "I'm underage dude."
His cheeks grow red, "Oh right! I'm so sorry I forgot!"
"No worries, I'll just have some water." I tell him.
He walks towards the bar. I scan the room, most people are dancing or standing around and talking. The DJ is playing a lot of slow music which makes sense given the number of couples. I notice two familiar faces enter the room. It's Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers. Wait how do I know that? Madame had warned me I might face them, but she had only shown me one picture each. I shake it off. I watch as they begin to scan the room, they slowly begin to take a lap by all of the tables. I turn my attention back to Vasquez who is returning with our drinks. He sets them down and goes to take a sip of his.
I grab his hand quickly, "Wanna dance?"
He looks back at me confused, "Uhh sure..?"
I drag him onto the dance floor, wrapping my arms around his neck. I sway to the music. He gently places his hands on my waist. I can feel him looking at me, but I am too busy scanning the room for Natasha and Steve.
"You seem so unbothered by all of this."
I turn my attention back to Vasquez, "what do you mean?"
"You're like... not at all phased by all of the adults, the drinking, the slow dancing, when did you learn to slow dance?!"
I chuckle, You would be surprised how many times I've played this role."
"what role?"
"The gold digger. They used to send me on missions like these with Sergeant Barnes all the time. I guess it's just normal to me."
Rumlow on comms: "Guys we've got a slight problem... two avengers are here"
Me: "Glad you finally noticed"
Vasquez looks at me, shocked, "you knew?"
"I saw them walk in, that's why we're dancing."
"wow look at you"
I smile at his comment. Steve and Natasha have finished making their round and are headed to the dance floor now. They begin to dance but I can see their eyes wandering. They're getting closer and closer to us. If I don't act fast, they're gonna see us, me.
"Kiss me."
"What? You're 16!" Vasquez protests.
"Just do it, for the mission." I stand on my tiptoes and pull his head down towards mine. Our lips connect gently. We hold the kiss for an uncomfortable amount of time. I slowly pull away and look towards where Natasha and Steve were. They've moved on. I relax.
"I feel like a pedophile." Vasquez groans.
I roll my eyes, "Oh grow up." I drag him back towards our drinks, "it works every time."
I sip on my water. Vasquez motions for me to take out my earpiece. I pull it out and set it on the table.
"So you've done that before?" He asks.
"Yeah... and if you're worried about the pedophile thing, don't be, you're actually the youngest guy I've kissed."
Vasquez makes a weird face, "Really? What's the oldest?"
"The winter soldier himself. He's like 100 or something so beat that"
"Wow... that's crazy" he mutters.
"When was your first kiss?" I ask, trying to divert the attention from me.
He thinks for a moment, "I was 19 and it was my first girlfriend."
"You didn't have a girlfriend... or kiss anyone until 19?!"
"Heyy..." he says, trying to look hurt. "Since you've clearly got me beat when was yours?"
My smile drops. "I was 10. Dreykov made me kiss a 40-something-year-old guard..."
Vasquez looks down, "that's messed up."
"Yeah..." That is all I can say.
(Time Skip)
We don't talk again until the auction starts. We put our earpieces back in and get into position. We watch as each item is auctioned off and take note of who won our necklace. Once it ends, we sneak into the back and hide in an empty room. We wait for at least 20 minutes before our winning couple finally walks by with the necklace. We each grab one and drag them into the room. The woman screams.
Vasquez puts on an intimidating face, "We're gonna need that necklace!" he demands.
The man puffs out his chest, "Now. We've won fair and square please leave us alone."
Vasquez nods towards me. I grab the wife, strangling her with my Garrote. Her husband moves toward me but Vasquez steps in front, "The necklace or your wife."
The man hands over the jewelry and I release the woman. They run toward each other and hug. I roll my eyes. Suddenly the door bangs open. I instinctively pull out my gun that's hidden under my gown and Vasquez pulls out his. Steve and Natasha appear. Natasha is holding two guns pointing one at me and the other at Vasquez. Steve ushers the couple out of the room. He's holding his shield, where was he hiding that damn thing? Don't tell me it's collapsable.
"Drop the guns" Natasha orders.
I feel an arm wrap around my neck and a cool familiar pressure on my temple. "What are you doing?!" I whisper.
Vasquez doesn't answer, just pulls me toward the door. Natasha keeps one gun up but her hand is shaking. She's nervous. Vasquez and I are inches from the door. He leans down and whispers in my ear, "go... be free." He shoves me towards Nat. I stumble forward. The door slams behind me and I scramble to get my gun up. "How do I know you? I- I know you"
Nat drops her gun and smiles, "You're our friend Y/n. You were taken and brainwashed but now you're safe."
Someone appears from behind Nat. The Maximoff girl. I reach for my gun again, but she puts her hands up in surrender. "If you'll let me. I can try to bring back your memories."
My heart is pounding. "Okay..."
She approaches me slowly and places her hand on my forehead. I begin to remember. The morning runs with the boys. The late nights with Kate. The training sessions with Clint and Nat. Movie nights with Peter. OMG PETER! I hope he's okay!
I drop my gun. Tears a filling my eyes. What have I done?
Nat holsters her own gun. She walks toward me and wraps me in her arms, "it's okay sweetie. I know..."
"Is - Is Peter? Is he okay?" I whimper.
Nat pulls away from the hug, placing her arms on my shoulders. "Yes, Peter is fine. He got a pretty good concussion though" she says with a wink.
I laugh, "oops"
Nat smiles at me, "let's get you home."
a/n: Thank you all so much for reading and for being patient with me. I never thought I would get this many reads! I hope you enjoy the book <3
