"Tell me something I don't know." He whispers.
"I'm in love with you."
His lips tipped upwards, his eyes casting down upon mine. "Already know that." He whispers, his hand reaching up towards me as he softly brushed his thumb upon my cheek.
"Oh y...
When I walked into the grand hall, I see several men with guns and fbi badges flashing from their clusters. I furrow my brows in confusion on what they doing here, Bucky's hand grips mine tightly in comfort but it doesn't help the dwelling thought of Zemo's words flashing in my head.
The supposedly head FBI agent turns around looks at me up and down with a slight surprise expression before it's wiped off his face. His hand lifts up and motions something from the flicker of his hand movement. In seconds I feel myself getting stripped away from Bucky, hands grabbing mine behind my back as I hear Bucky yelling profanities behind me.
"What the fuck is this?!" I yelled out towards the male FBI agent.
"Zahra Aurora Jenkins you are under arrest for the murder of Thackeray Wilson and Nicolas Patterson. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you. You may contact a lawyer if not be able to get one, one will be provided for you."
My mind goes blank as I stare lazily straight ahead, it all happens in a blur as I was hauled out of the palace. Bucky and Steve shouting at the men to let me a go as I watch the two girls who give me the crown on my right fight back at their parents to reach me but they fail. I see T'Challa trying to persuade the head FBI but to no such look he sends me a sad look in return.
I shake my head in understanding, my eyes wander over towards the two males still arguing with the men who are holding them back. I know Bucky could hit them to stop them from taking me away but I catch his blue worried eyes before he could. "It's okay." I mouthed to him with a soft smile.
"Don't say anything until we get there, Dawn. We'll get you out of this." Bucky shouts towards me, his eyes flashing with hope and concern as I get hauled into the air craft.
My eyes stay on him until the shutters are fully down, I sit still in my position in the strapped up chair with my hands sitting uncomfortable behind my back with the cuffs. They scratch against my bare skin, feeling it dig into me that will surely make bruises later on. My face is hard as I stare straight ahead of me.
No one talks to me not even the head of the FBI organisation of this arrest, he however just stares at me the full ride back to New York. His eyes taking me in, from the scars and bruises that litter my skin like a living and breathing tapestry from the painter who painted them on my skin. He would take notes every so often as if he came up with a conclusion to something.
My mind swarms with how they would've caught me, I had hidden my tracks well. This has to be Zemo's doing, this is the message he told me about. That I will find out soon, and soon has just came now. My foot tap in an tactic to try to calm my nerves, brows creasing at what is happening.
Why do I feel like there is more than what is going on, Zemo couldn't have done this. He doesn't even know me, I've never done anything to him. I didn't hurt his family neither him, he must be working with someone but who. My mind instantly flashes to Dreykov but I don't know why Zemo would agree.
Unless Dreykov had helped him to track down Bucky as they would know my liking towards him and knew I would stick by him. It was just the matter of time when they wanted me back in there clutches. It has been over a year since then and it's been too quiet, I should've known they wouldn't rest until they have me again.
My eyes discreetly flash to the agent across from me who is writing something down, I furrow my brows wondering if him and everyone else here is working for Dreykov. Are they bringing me straight to Red Room again or is this just a normal FBI agent who is doing his job. He must've had an inside source, as there is no way that he couldn't found any evidence.
I bet there isn't even any evidence whatsoever, I wonder if Dreykov or just Zemo alone had somehow got my DNA and had followed me to my victims houses and smeared my DNA everywhere to prove that I was there. Even though I was but I had gloves on. I'm a fucking black widow, we are sly and vicious, we never leave any evidence behind.
For the next six hours of the flight, I closed my eyes for a nap but I didn't fall into the slumber. My guard is up, my senses on high alert as I sense every single movement around the aircraft but luckily no where bothers me for the rest of the flight. I do however would feel questionable eyes landing on me, some questions that I assume would be.
How could a small girl like her take down two tall males?
But then on the other hand I wonder if they don't know I am a black widow, yes they know I'm apart of the avengers but I wonder if they really know who I am. What I've been through. But highly unlikely as all my documents where burned to create a new identity but no one knows that. I wonder if they just believe I'm a troubled scarred human girl who seemed to seek refuge in Wakanda to lay low.
And I just met Bucky and Steve while I was there but then again that is just my over thinking of to actually believe that the Red Room truly wants me back. Is this my two year of refuge finally over? Am I going back into the depths of hell and will never return? I got out once surely I would get out again but then again, I highly doubt that. They will keep me secured this time, if I do believe this is Dreykov doing then I'm in for a big battle.
Why can't I be normal, having to go every day with this nervous feeling inside me thinking that the day is going to be terribly wrong. I was fine, I was getting better and now I feel like all my hard work is going to go down the drain. But what I know for a fact is that I feel a lot stronger, I won't let them walk all over me. I'll have my head high and take this arrest which ever way it leads me, whether if it's to Dreykov, or to actual prison from Zemo's doing.
Okoye has taught me one thing today, a lot actually in my first training session which I am internally cursing myself for going on a bender for two months with no training to start today if all days. It felt like my body knew that this will happen today but I did memorised all of Okoye movements. She showed me to not back down from a fight, always to be on guard and if you keep your mindset straight you can defeat anything.
I don't want to be widow seventeen anymore, I've been tormented for far too long. I want to be my old self and I think I can do that if I keep that good positive mindset. I'm Zahra Jenkins and no one is going to strip me from my name if it's the last thing I know for sure.
Welcome to the new era Dreykov, you can't knock me down.
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That's my girl! Zahra is back and she's not gonna let anyone take her identity away from her again. Who do you think is behind all this? It's probably simple enough aha, hehe I can't wait for this era.
Love you all, good morning from me or night for you Zucky's Angels <3
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