Romanoff

The Great Escape

The weeks went by. I hadn't heard from Yelena in ages, and although I waited eagerly for an escape route, I began to get closer to the people around me. Although they didn't trust me completely (the feeling was mutual), they made an effort to get to know me, and I soon found myself liking every one of them, even Tony. Sure, they could be obnoxious, and annoying and at times...well, never mind. I especially loved Wanda. We shared hilarious conversations in Russian, and what made it funnier was the fact that no one could understand us, even if we were shouting in their faces. We had to be careful around the Winter Soldier though, but I swear a couple of times I saw his mouth twitch upwards at the corners when we spoke in front of him. Tony was slightly cautious around me, but he tried his best to be friendly. We shared a kind of mutual respect for each other, but I would never admit that to him. He even gave me an ear-piece thing, like how all the Avengers had, and I was allowed to roam around Stark Towers on the condition I didn't leave the building. There were guards at every door to make sure, and although I could have easily climbed out of a window, I decided not to. I didn't know why. I guess I liked the friendships I was starting to create, the friendships Natasha once had. 

It was a couple of weeks after my capture, when I decided to wander into a part of the tower I hadn't explored yet. I was bored with the rooms I knew, so I walked down the corridors in search of something more exciting. I passed many rooms, but a sound in one caused me to pause and listen. A couple of thumps, and a big thud, followed by a cry of pain, then another thump. On an impulse, I kicked open the door, my fists raised. The sight I found was not what I was expecting, but I grinned at the blonde-haired girl who had suddenly appeared. 

"Hello, Yelena." I folded my arms. "Took you long enough, didn't it?"

She wiped her bloody nose on her sleeve, and scowled back. "Thought they'd have you in some kind of cell," she frowned. "I drew a whole plan! Waste of time, that was." She waved a piece of paper at me angrily, but I just smiled back. It was at that moment that I took in the scene properly, and I gasped in horror at the sight of Bucky, lying unconscious on the floor. I immediately knew I could not just leave him there, and took charge.

"Wait here, actually no, go hide in that cupboard." I said to Yelena, pointing at a wardrobe on the other side of the room. "I've got a plan."

I reached for my ear-piece and spoke clearly. It was the first time I had to use it, and I felt a sting of regret at my hasty escape, and the devious plan that had come to mind. 

"Guys, we have an emergency in room 101." I said. "I repeat, emergency in room 101. Man down. I repeat, MAN DOWN!"

"Yeah, Naomi, you don't have to speak in code."

"This is no time for games, Sam, Bucky's hit. Unconscious. HURRY UP!"

Yelena hissed at me from inside the cupboard. "What are you doing?"

"Acting!" I whispered back. "Now be quiet, before I make you!"

Sam raced to the room, and thrust open the door. "What happened?" he panted.

"Dunno," I lied. "I came in here, and he was unconscious."

"Why were you here?" Sam narrowed his eyes, obviously not believing my story.

"I was bored, Sam." I rolled my eyes at his suspicious glare. "Do you know how hard it is being confined to one building? And if I did  knock poor Bucket unconscious why would I report it? That'd be dumb! I was wandering the corridors, contemplating life, when I heard noises." That part was true at least. "But by the time I reached here, the culprit was gone!" That part...not so much.

Sam sighed, and nodded. "Ok, I believe you." he replied. Oof, bad move. You gotta have some  trust issues, or you'll get nowhere in life. Yes, I did learn that the hard way. Now, he's gonna have to too. "Stay here in case the culprit comes back." he told me, before leaving the room. I waited until the sound of his footsteps had disappeared, before flinging open the wardrobe door, scaring Yelena so she pointed a gun to my head. 

"Sorry, thought you were him." she removed the barrel from my forehead and jumped out from the cupboard. "I was about to press the trigger, you know."

"Yeah, cuz that's what every girl wants to hear." I rolled my eyes. "Right, action time." I turned to Yelena. "We need to make it seem like there's been a struggle."

"What, why?" she frowned.

"Cuz... I just gained their trust." I muttered, trying to come up with a good enough excuse. "And...and if they think I've been kidnapped, it'll be easier to "suddenly reappear", pretending I escaped, and as a consequence, easier to kill Barton." I smirked, pleased with my quick thinking, although obviously I had no intention of killing anyone. Yelena nodded slowly, impressed by my theory, before she started toppling chairs. I pulled the curtain off the curtain-rail, and scratched the smooth surface of the table to leave nail marks on the glossy shine. 

"Blood!" I exclaimed. "We need blood!" I grabbed Yelena's knife and slit my wrist, just a little, squeezing out drops of blood. That we applied to the walls, table, floor and any other place we could think of. I surveyed our handiwork, quite pleased with the effect it created. I swallowed down a guilty laugh, as I thought of what Tony would say, but a sharp pang of sadness and remorse cut through my stomach as I thought of my new friends, and how they would feel when they found this mess. Sam would feel so guilty about leaving me alone in the room. I sighed, and bit my lip, turning away from the display, when I gasped, suddenly remembering.

"What? What is it?" Yelena turned to me, seemingly concerned. 

"My ear-piece!" I exclaimed. "They can track me with it!"

"Well, destroy it!" she yelled back.

A sly smile crept onto my face. "Ok, but can I do something first?"

"What?" she groaned. I smiled, cockily. Tony must be rubbing off on me. 

"Watch and learn, my child." she raised her eyebrows at me as I pressed the button to communicate. My breath was in ragged gasps and I yelled into the microphone. "Sam! Please! Help! I-" And with that, I threw the ear-piece to the floor, and stamped on it, shattering black glass over the floor. Yelena grinned, clearly amused. 

"Let's go."