Chapter 4 - Panic! At the compound

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TW: Gun violence, strong language, mild violence

"Ruki!" (Hands!)
Anzhelika made the mistake of slowly turning around to see a certain someone holding a gun at her about 25 feet away. Maria Hill, she recognized her from the hospital bed.

Anzhelika's mind was flooding with thoughts, 'How does she know I speak Russian,' 'Where is my fucking gun,' 'I can't see past the stupid gate'.

Anzhelika wasn't the best at thinking positive thoughts.

"Ruki!" Maria repeated before sighing, "kid just stay there," she said, calmly approaching.

She tried to look serious, keeping her gun trailed on Anzhelika, but in reality, the safety was on, Maria wouldn't dream of shooting a kid, even if it meant putting herself in danger.

Anzhelika looked back at her, still drowsy from the sedatives, regardless, her body subconsciously moved into a defensive position, and Maria reacted by trying to calm her down.

"Hey kid calm down, I'm not gonna hurt you we can talk about this-" she was interrupted by a sharp pain in her stomach that sent her three steps back. Anzhelika had roundhouse kicked her stomach.

She immediately went to subdue Anzhelika, and just like that Maria Hill quickly turned into Deputy Director Hill. She reached for Anzhelika's wrist, dodging a punch that came from her. Anzhelika couldn't react in time and was yanked forward, she quickly reached for a pair of handcuffs, securing them around Anzhelika's left wrist.

As soon as Anzhelika felt the metal on her wrist, she immediately reacted, but not in the correct way, twisting to the right, pulling her left arm, and also exposing her right arm to Maria, who immediately moved to cuff it. Anzhelika tried to bring her leg up to kick Maria in the head behind her but Maria already pushed the top of her back down so she couldn't bring her leg up.

The first thing on Anzhelika's mind was how could she kill this woman, and how could she make it hurt.

She heard Maria talking on some sort of intercom, but Maria was using big words and speaking too quickly so Anzhelika couldn't understand, and the next thing she knew, S.H.I.E.L.D agents were surrounding them both, taking Anzhelika from Maria and leading her back inside, ignoring her struggling and silent protests.

She was taken to a small room, the walls were light blue and white, and the floor was a simple ash-grey carpet, in the middle of the room were a plain white table and two chairs. A tall, male agent sat her on a chair, removing one of the wrist cuffs and cuffing it to the table leg before leaving.

"Amerikantsy," she spat, digging her nails into the table.


Avengers Compound, the living room.

Natasha walked in, as well as Nick, who was closely followed by Maria. Tony, Steve, and Clint were stood waiting in the living room.

Tony grumbled, "Oh great it's the holy trinity," he deadpanned.

"Hilarious," Fury responded, "But we have ulterior motives than being the topic of your jokes, Stark,"

"Aye aye Captain," Tony saluted.

"Knock it off Stark," Steve rolled his eyes.

Fury groaned as overlapping voices started to fill the room.

Fury raised his voice, "The Red Room may be still around!"

And just like that, the room went silent. The only noise was Clint's post-training heavy breathing.

Tony's eye twitched, "what?" His voice was quiet.

Maria cut in, "We have reason to believe that the Red Room or some variant is operating today, that reason being in the form of a little girl we found as a top suspect for the assassination of Yaroslav Melnyk. An ex-agent for an organization that is likely the Red Room."

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