The russian one

Chapter 50

Ivanov's POV

The food the man brought me was really good, I hope he'll bring me more. I don't remember ever having eaten food like that, and then I think I realized that I don't remember much. I don't even know who I am, but they do, they know, so I'm going to have to get them to tell me who I am and find out something about me. To do this, I'm going to have to gain their trust and talk to them to get them to share what they know. But it's going to take a long time and I'd like to know now why I'm stuck here and who they are. Why not ask a guard?

So I get up and head for the transparent wall. I walk around my cell looking at the soldiers one by one until my gaze fell on the perfect target. He's the only one who couldn't hold my gaze, he looked down too quickly and is playing with his fingers. He's stressed and scared. I knocked on the glass, catching his eye. He looked up and met my eyes. I waved my hand, telling him to come and see me. He pointed to himself, uncertain, and I nodded. He looked around as if someone was going to tell him what to do or protect him, but they were all too scared of me to do anything. I knocked again on the glass, it's a very long wait. He looked at me again and slowly began to approach, I motioned for him to go around so that he was really in front of me, right in front of the glass. He then began to walk around the cell until he reached the bridge linking his security zone to the platform where my cell is. He crossed the bridge and positioned himself opposite me, on the other side of the glass. I pointed to the door and motioned for him to come over. He hesitated, turned to see what the other guards thought, but they just shrugged.

Nervous, he walked to the cell door and looked to his colleague to open it for him. He stepped inside and the door closed behind him. I sat down at the end of the bed and motioned to him to sit down at the other end.

After a long, awkward silence I decided to speak up.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

"Hmm uh Felix" he murmured before clearing his throat. "Felix Bertelsen." he added more loudly.

"Nice to meet you Felix. Do you know my name?"

"Y/n Ivanov." he replied uncertainly and glancing around.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, I won't do anything to you, I promise."

"I'm not scared, I'm just a little stressed and I don't know what you want from me."

"Nothing special, I just want to know if you know more about my situation than I do. And, this is just between us, but you're the one I think is the nicest out of all these guards. I mean, you're the only one who doesn't look at me with more hatred than this world can hold." I said, muttering towards the end.

He then looked at me, surprised.

"I don't hate you, and I don't really know why everyone does. I haven't been here long enough to know. I think you've asked the wrong person for an explanation." he explained.

"Certainly, but I wouldn't want any of them to explain why I'm here." I said, pointing to the other guards who were looking at us with all their hands on their weapons, ready to use them. "I'm not sure we'd have a very productive conversation." he chuckled, probably because he was nervous.

"Surely, from your point of view, they don't look very welcoming."

"No it's clear."

He then looked at me curiously.

"So what exactly do you know?" I asked him briskly.

"Not much, I know you got into a fight with Mr. Stark and Captain America."