"I say they're just the ones who gave me life
But I truly am my parents' child"
What's it like to finally see the light ?
This is a fan fiction of the movie Black Widow and it follows its order.
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Third Person Pov:
After escorting Melina out of the hut, Alya made sure that all of the targets she got assigned to were still knocked out in the hut. Not trusting the other agents she had, to get her targets on the helicopters to be sure she completed her task this time.
Walking into the hut again, she now had her first good look around.
Just because she's an asset to the Red Room doesn't mean she isn't curious. She knew she couldn't ask questions but 'making sure there is no other threat around' isn't asking question. Right?
Alya noticed the food that was served on the table wasn't finished, so it could only mean they interrupted. She saw many books on the shelf and read the titles. A lot of them were science books, others were history or famous theories from academics all which she has already studied. One book, that caught her eyes, laid on a shelf but it was out of place and has been touched, just recently. She could tell because all the other books had a thin layer of dust on them. All of them except this one.
She didn't want to but she creeped towards the book till she was standing right in front of it. Alya raised her arms slowly, not knowing why she was so interested in it all of a sudden. She traced her fingers over the binding of the book and finally took it in both her hands.
When she opens it she didn't expect it to be a photo album.
In the album were pictures of a family. A happy one.
Alya knew Melina didn't have a family. She couldn't. It's how the Red Room worked.
So who were those people in the pictures?
She continued to flick through the album.
She never thought of having a family. She didn't have the time to. But seeing those pictures she got a feeling that she wanted to have people like this too. She knew she had Agent Armen but he never had the look in his eyes that this man in the pictures has when he looked at the two girls. Agent Armen looked at her differently, but it's not always like that. Agent Armen was the one that treated her wounds every time she used to have training with The Asset. Or every time Dreykov punched her and one of his rings left a scratch on her cheek. He was also the one that taught her how to read, write and taught her everything he knows about how to survive. To her he was the closest thing she got to a friend or even a father.
But is that what caring about someone is really like?
As doubts started to slowly enter her head she heard footsteps walking toward the house and forced those thoughts out of her head.
Ten people, she listend to the rhythm.
Men, she knew that by the weight and the way the floor creaked because of it.
