"Why the hell would HYDRA have a base in the smallest country in Europe?" Tony asks as he and the other teammates settle in their hotel room in Belgium.
"Because no one suspects them to have a base here and it's safer. And it's not the smallest. There are way smaller countries in Europe", Natasha responds.
"Nat's right", Bucky chimes in.
"And why's the cyborg here again?" Tony asks then, giving Bucky a glare.
"He's the only one who knows where the base is located and he speaks the language", Steve explains.
"All three of them", Clint says as he walks back inside from checking the balcony. "We've got a clear view over the town."
"Three? What country has three languages?"
"Belgium. Dutch, French and German, to be exact. And about six governments. Don't ask me to explain", Bucky says.
"Focus, guys, we gotta have a plan", Nat says, before Tony can start a whole discussion about the governments
"Let's just start by exploring the town in pairs and get information of possible locations for the base", Steve proposes.
"Alright, who's with who?"
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In the meantime Rylie was busy kicking her punching bag in the basement with some AC/DC music after her parents told her she' couldn't move back to New York. Her long black hair is in a tight bun. Suddenly the music gets paused because someone's calling. She takes off her gloves and checks the caller. 'Emily' it says, her best friend.
"Hey, Em, wat is er?" she asks as she picks up. ("What's up?")
"Rylie, je moet naar de stripwinkel komen! Er zijn nieuwe actiefiguren van de Avengers! Die dat ik jou vorige week had gestuurd, maar alleen beschikbaar waren in de VS!" Emily answers. ("You gotta come to the comic shop! There are new action figures of the Avengers! Those I sent you last week, but were only available in the US!")
"OMG! Echt?" ("Really?")
"Ja! Kom vlug!" ("Yes! Come quick!")
"Ik kom af!" ("I'm on my way!")
She puts her phone down and quickly goes to the shop. A girl with pink hair is waiting for her.
"Eindelijk!" the girl, Emily, says. ("Finally!")
"Zwijgt. En heb je je haar nu weeral gekleurd?" Rylie asks. ("Shut up. And did you dye your hair again?")
"Ja! Vind je het mooi?" (Yes! Do you like it?")
"Het is... Leuk." ("It's... nice.")
"Kom. Oh, uh, heb je geld mee?" ("Come. Oh, uhm, you have money with you?")
"Serieus? Jij niet?" ("Seriously? You don't?")
"Haar kleuren kost wel veel, hoor." ("Dying your hair costs a lot, alright!"
Rylie sighs. "Ja, ik heb geld, maar koop niet de duurste dingen alleen om mij te irriteren!" ("Yes, I have money, but don't buy the most expensive things only to annoy me!")
Emily smirks. "Dat zou ik nu nooit doen!" ("That I would never!")
"Ik haat je", Rylie says as she walks inside. ("I hate you.")
"Tuurlijk", Emily responds. ("Sure.")
Inside they quickly look for the action figures. While Emily admires one of Iron Man, Rylie's gaze falls on two men. One has long brown hair, while the other has shorter blonde hair and glasses. They are both wearing caps and don't seem to be here for the comics. Rylie frowns. She walks up to them.
"Kan ik jullie helpen?" she asks the blonde one. ("Can I help you?")
He frowns and glances at his friend, who then glances at Rylie and nods.
"We zijn gewoon eens aan het rondkijken. We zijn hier op vakantie. Hij spreekt geen nederlands, daarom help ik hem een beetje rond", the brunette one answers. He isn't from here, Rylie can hear. ("We're just looking around. We're here for a vacation. He doesn't speak Dutch, so I help him around a bit.")
Rylie nods, but isn't convinced. No one comes for a vacation to this town. Brussels or Ghent, probably, but never here. She seems to recognise the men from somewhere, but she can't put her finger on it. Emily nudges her and holds up one of the action figures, pulling Rylie from her thoughts.
"Zou ik Captain America pakken of Iron Man?" she asks. ("Should I take Captain America or Iron Man?")
"Beide. Hier heb je mijn portefeuille. Koop wat je wilt. Ik moet vlug ergens naartoe", Rylie quickly says as she sees the men leave. ("Both. Here's my wallet. Buy what you want. I gotta go somewhere quickly.")
She thrusts her wallet in Emily's hands.
"Oké... Doei!" She shouts after Rylie. ("Okay... Bye!")
Rylie sneaks after the men, making sure to never get spotted. They seem to go to the main street. Another man and a woman are waiting for them. Those Rylie recognises too, but she still doesn't know from where. The woman's eyes meet hers and she quickly hides behind a wall, hoping the woman didn't see her. When she looks back the men have left and only the woman was left. Her eyes were still on the place where Rylie is standing. She walks over, a distrusting look on her face. Rylie looks around, trying to find an excuse of why she was spying on them, when one of the men, the one who was with the woman walks over and grabs her shoulder, turning her around.
"Why were you spying?" he hisses. Rylie finally realizes where she recognises the people from.
"You're Hawkeye. Oh, my God. That were Captain America and the Winter Soldier and that woman was Black Widow", she says as her eyes widen.
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Living far away
FanfictionRylie Thompson was originally born in New York, but then her parents moved to a small town in Belgium. Away from any danger, was their excuse. Especially since the attacks in 2012. At the age of 17, Rylie wants to move back to New York, but her pare...
