Frail heart

Premonition

A/N: Apologies if the translation is wrong, blame google translate :)

Chapter six

Venice, Italy

"You know, under different circumstances this would actually be pretty enjoyable!" Sam joked, just narrowly missing the chair being tossed at him, "Hey!"

All sources had led the team to a renowned restaurant positioned right in the middle of Venice, and the for the most part, it seemed harmless. This was until a group of sketchy looking men recognised who exactly had walked into the establishment, and decided to initiate an all-out brawl. The speed with which the men were on the defence led you to believe that you were in the right place, but they weren't going to be of any use if they didn't calm down.

"Hey bud, we're not here to cause any trouble, okay?" Your words fall on deaf ears as a China plate shatters against the wall beside your head, "Alright, was that necessary?" You groan as the man you'd been tasked with handling didn't seem to be letting up, storming towards you with fire in his eyes.

The current situation wasn't beneficial to anyone, the police had most likely already been called and the crowd gathering outside were quick to get as much of this on camera as they could. You could already see the headlines, 'The world's defenders storm local restaurant and attack owners in their own country'. God, this needed to end quickly.

Using the small window of time you had as the man gathered his bearings from your most recent blow to the side of his face, you maneuvered your hands through the air and webbed up all the windows looking into the restaurant, sealing the door shut and compiling the men into a bundle in the middle of the room. They all squirmed within the grips of your webs, Italian curses flying from their mouths, but you were quick to shut them up, "Okay! We get it, alright? You're angry, but just listen!"

The rest of the team all watched you from their spots throughout the room, breaths heavy from the havoc these men had just caused. You huff a sigh, fixing your hair before straightening your posture, "Good. Listen, we just want to talk. Do any of you speak English?" The following silence gave you your answer, so you nodded, trying to jog your memory for a moment.

"Okay, uh abbiamo motivo di credere che un cartello italiano stia vendendo illegalmente armi a persone negli States. C'è qualche possibilità che tu possa sapere di chi sto parlando?" (We have reason to believe that an Italian cartel is illegally selling weapons to people in the states. Is there any chance that you might know who I'm talking about?)

The men all stare at you sceptically, some with shocked expressions on their faces. You don't exactly know why, so you gesture for someone to answer your question, one of them speaking up after an excruciatingly long pause, "Tu parli italiano?" (You speak Italian?)

You blink, nodding slowly as you try to gauge the relevance in that question, "Sì, ma non è questo il punto. Rispondi alla domanda." (Yes, but that's not the point. Answer the question.)

"Potrei sapere di cosa stai parlando, ma cosa otteniamo da questo?" (I may know what you're on about, but what do we get from this?) You roll your eyes, pacing a few steps in irritation, "Sai, il solo fatto che tu sappia di chi stiamo parlando è una ragione sufficiente per non fare richieste." (You know, the fact that you even know who we're talking about is enough of a reason for you to not be making any demands.)

The man shrugs, understanding where you're coming from with that, "Corona Nera, Questo è tutto quello che posso dire." (Corona Nera, that's all I can say.) You turn to the team, who seem a little baffled that you'd just had a whole conversation in a language they didn't know you knew, "Hydra sent me all over the world, I had to get familiar with the customs."