"Do you think they're talking about us?" Bextley asks, eating the cereal. I nod, picking at the fruit inside of the bowl. They're working on locating the Professor as well as the other children. Tony and Bruce tried their best to get some information out of Bextley, I already know she will be locked like a vault, "Do you think they know where he's hiding?"
"I don't know." I bite into the food, watching Lunch jump onto the countertop, stretching and then lying in front of us. I pet Lunch's stomach, then pick her up to place her onto my lap, "I want to make him hurt like he made us hurt."
Bextley nods, "I know you do. He's probably moving the kids out, raiding the orphanages in Slovakia again," She rolls her eyes, "Probably going to take over this tower and make us into his brainless slaves."
"Did you say Slovakia?"
"Yeah, that's where the old base was."
"You told Stark you didn't know."
"The old one is gone, they destroyed it, after you were taken. They still have places located in Europe, but they aren't for training." She eats, then shrugs, "It won't take long for him to find us, I mean, we're standing in the middle of a tower in New York."
She has a point. Bextley finishes the cereal pushing the bowl away. I pick up Lunch and carry her out of the apartment, hearing Bextley walking with me to the common room.
I stare out to the window, trying to remember what it looked like outside of the compound. Always snowing, so we took a plane to get there, it took hours. It could be anywhere, "I want to go see them," I tell her, placing Lunch into her arms, "I want to know what they have and how long it'll take to find him."
She watches me, then follows. They were all down in the lab, gathered around a screen when I opened the doors. I was shocked to see Thor also in the room, twisting his hammer and then facing the door, "Mila," He said, "You're home."
"Hi," I say quietly, as I move closer to the group, "Does anyone know where he is?"
"Almost," Clint says, "We have Jarvis running through the jet's log to try and track it back to where you two came from," He shrugged, "It's not as easy as we thought, but we're close."
"What will happen then?" I ask.
"We do as we have always done, go and get the bad guy," Natasha answers as she folds her arms, "Bishop has been sending us tapes of the kids being taken out, one of them is your friend Noah."
Bextley perked up and took the tablet to look at the videos of Noah. She stares intently at it, then narrows her eyes, "This place, what is this?" She asks me, pressing her finger towards the screen.
"A mountain."
"The place, I've seen it." She whispers, "It's...I know this place." Her eyes drop as she realises what she is staring at. Bextley looks up to the team, and then me, "Min farbror, I went through this place. It's a tunnel," She remembers, then looked to Steve, "There is a system of tunnels under this mountain, it's inside of Oregon, and they use them to transport humans."
"Oregon?" Tony cringes, "Oregon?"
"It's right next to Washington," Natasha says looking at him, "Bextley how do you know about the tunnels?"
"She just does." I snap at her.
"That's not good enough, Bextley, why do you know where they are?"
Her fingers run over the top of her knife, but she pauses, rethinking her actions as she looks at Natasha, "Min farbror." She says again, "He took me through when I was leaving Sweden. It's a prison tunnel in the mountains. They have pockets where Rumlow and his friends used to store weapons when the organisation collapsed a few years ago."
"Are you sure?" Steve asks.
She nods, "Yes." She says confidently, "I remember it all."
They go quiet and look at each other. Steve finally spoke up, he nodded his head, and looked around at the team, "Alright, Bextley, you're coming with us, get a jet ready. We're going—."
"I'm going to."
Dad shakes his head, "No, Milana you stay here."
"No, I'm going," I snap at him, "You cannot make me stay here," I tell him. Dad looks toward the others for support but they are silent, Dad turns to me once again, shaking his head, "Dad I'm going."
"You are still a child—."
"Do you have any idea what he made me do?!" I finally burst, Bextley holds my arms behind my back, "I am not a child, he has ruined too much already. Stop keeping me locked away."
Bextley pulls me closer to her, and shakes her head, "Relax," She whispers, "You're going to hurt someone again."
I look down at my hands, then at my dad, "Please don't leave me here," I tell him, "I want this to be finished."
He's quiet. The silence lasted for two minutes, then he nodded, "Okay. Fine. Bextley, can you get a jet there?" Dad asks her.
"No."
"Bext." I snap.
"Yes." She rolls her eyes.
Steve nods, looking at his team, "We're out in two." He says to the group.
Everyone splits. Dad holds my arm as Bextley follows Stark and Natasha. He holds me with his metal arm and hands over a knife, he hesitates as he places it into my palm and then holds onto my face, "Milana, I know you know how to use this, but do not use it until you have to."
I nod, "Okay."
He is anxious. I can feel his anxiety even without touching his hands. He picked up his jacket and then wrapped it around my shoulders, "I'll find something to keep you safe but the second something goes wrong, I'm taking you out of there, and we're gone."
"Yes," I agree, "Okay." I look at my dad as he moves around the room to pick up pieces of armour and weapons. I fit into the jacket he placed onto my shoulders and suck in a sharp breath, "What if I fail?"
Dad faces me quickly, and shakes his head, "Mila, you're a fighter," He says, "I know you are. Ever since you were a little girl, all you ever did was fight me," He smiles and I chuckle, "I will not leave you alone on this mission. You are stronger than you think and I swear, I will do as I have always done—I will protect my daughter."
I nod again, and he smiles, pressing a kiss to my head, "Minute left, let's go." He takes his gun and a jacket like mine, holding my arm to take me toward the jet.
