Airplanes, Murderous Thoughts, and Family Reunions

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ANYA-

Anya sat rigidly in her seat, sandwiched between two very obnoxious strangers. On her left sat a middle-aged man who rested his head on her shoulder while he slept, and the other a woman who didn't understand the concept of excusing herself to the restroom before expelling unruly gasses. This however didn't bother her as much as the petulant child who never ceased to stop kicking her seat throughout the entirety of the flight from Russia to the SeaTac airport. Anya had never before felt such a need to strangle someone as she did then, she wanted to see the light leave the small boy's eyes, but she didn't want to deal with the repercussions of such a task. Instead, she imagined it over and over, allowing the thought to ease her bloodthirst. Lost in her murderous imagination, she failed to realize the plane had finally landed. "Excuse me, excuse me! The planes landed already, you can get off now." The annoyed flight attendant just stood there; face scrunched up in distaste.
Anya didn't give her the time of day. She instead settled for a cold stare, one that sent shivers down the attendant's back, raising every hair on her body. Anya noticed her sudden apprehension and curled her lips into her famous "I'm about to murder you" smirk. "I apologize, I didn't realize we landed" stated Anya feigning innocence.
After grabbing her bags, she made her way to the terminal to find her father.
Anya didn't know how to feel about being temporarily out of the red room. On one hand, she was free of the torturous place that stole her childhood and her innocence, but on the other hand, she grew up there, it was the only place she ever knew. Did her father want her home, or would he use her to spite her mother? She wasn't even five when Renee ripped her away from her father, would he still be the dotting father she remembered? Anya didn't remember much but she recalled her older sister and mother who could barely care for herself, let alone her two children. From Anya's few memories of her family, her father favored her over her older sister and her mother adored her older sibling. Eventually, her mother grew bored and resented her father, so she left. She was never a kind person, she convinced herself the divorce was her father's fault, so in her immature and vengeful head, the only choice was to send Anya far from her father but sending her away didn't do much to ease her money-less wallet. That's when Dreykov approached her and offered her money in exchange for one of her children, and of course, she chose the daughter she loved the least. Dreykov constantly reminded her that her mother didn't love her and was quick to give her away, hoping that it would break her will and make her reluctant to ever attempt to escape the red room. Given the recent events, she assumed he forgot about her father or believed he would not be a problem, but he was proved wrong. Her father had tracked her down, under the assumption she was attending a private Ballet school in Russia.
After walking waking around the terminal for a few minutes she spotted a middle-aged man with greying hair, a thick mustache, and eyes that resembled hers. He was holding a sign that read her birth name,
Olivia Swan.

She walked up to the awkward-looking man that resembled her. "Hello, father." Anya didn't know what to say, she hadn't seen the man in over twelve years. Before she knew it, she was enveloped in his arms, his embrace made her feel warm, and loved. This feeling felt so foreign, no one had hugged her in years, much less her father. She hadn't realized how much she missed her dad until she wrapped her arms around him as well. Despite everything she was feeling she pushed it back down, knowing that it wouldn't last because eventually, she would have to return to the red room, she would complete the graduation ceremony, and continue her life as an assassin. 

Charlie-

"OLIVIA, you don't know how much I've missed you!" Charlie was never a man to show much emotion. He was an awkward man who kept to himself, except for a few childhood friends. After Renee left, he was never really the same. Renne's absence wasn't the cause of his change in demeanor, it was the absence of his daughter. Don't get him wrong, he loved both his daughters, but little Livie was the light in his awkward heart. She was so much like him, in appearance, personality, and interests. While Bella hated the outdoors and refused to accompany him on his fishing trips, little Livie always jumped for joy at the mention of a fishing trip with her father. When his hair-brained ex left him, she took his little girl from him. Charlie begged Renne to let little Livie stay in Forks with him, but she refused. He even fought for custody over little liv, but the courts were never in the favor of the father, and he lost her to Renne's petty attempt at revenge. Liv spent one summer with Charlie before Renne gave her away. When Charlie found out she sent his little Livie away he was devastated, because the reality was that he couldn't do anything about it. Renne didn't even have the mercy to tell him where she would be going, instead, she continued to torture him. After years of searching for where Renne may have sent her, he finally involved the U.S. government by once again fighting for custody over her and winning. His victory in the courts forced Drekovs hand, he would have to send Olivia back to the states with her father or risk exposure. 

Anya-

After their reunion, Charlie led Olivia back to his police cruiser, towing the little luggage she had behind him. "I don't know if you heard but Bella's moved back last year, she hasn't been in the best mental state but maybe seeing you again will help her out." Charlie was nervous, he wasn't sure how to act, he had just gotten his daughter back after so long. The awkwardness was evident in his voice, but it soon faded. Anya cracked a small smile and began to speak excitedly, "It would be nice to see Bella again, I'm sure we'll get along just fine." There was something about being with her father that made her forget her time in the red room, but it wasn't long until the memories and pleading faces came flooding back. 

"So... I heard you were attending some fancy ballet school, what was that like?" Charlie stated curiously. "It was okay, I like dancing, but the instructors are very strict and expected nothing less than perfection." Olivia lied through her teeth, but what was she supposed to tell her dad. " that's a funny story dad, I was never at a ballet school I was training to be an assassin and learned to kill people, but I guess we did do ballet regularly, three times a week. We would only stop when our feet began to bleed and turn purple." yeah, she thought it was probably better to just lie. 

Olivia and Charlie spent the rest of the long car ride back to forks catching up, telling each other what they missed out on while Livie was... away. Charlie spent quite a while talking about the events of the previous year. Mostly about Bella and her good-for-nothing ex-boyfriend, who was named, Edwin? Liv couldn't remember but found the drama that surround her older sister's life intriguing, to say the least. Time flew while in the car, and eventually, Olivia's journey to forks caught up to her as her eyes began to flutter shut, while the radio lulled her mind into a peaceful sleep. 


A/N 

Hello, it is I the author? sorry if this sucks this is my first time writing a story on here. I got the inspiration to write Get free after watching the Black widow movie, I always loved Natasha and her backstory, so Anya/Olivia was born. when I came up with this idea, I was rewatching the twilight movies and really wanted something like this, a marvel inspired the twilight story. In this AU I decided not to include the MCU because it's just too much, as much as I love it, I felt I would become overwhelmed too quickly with the timeline, so instead I came up with this red room/enhanced twilight story. Anya does have powers as she is an enhanced individual, but it will all be explained throughout the story. also, something to note is that the Which twins will be aged up to seventeen. anyway, enough blabbering from me I hope you like the story and I encourage any constructive criticism!

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