𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | ᵠᵘⁱᶜᵏˢⁱˡᵛᵉʳ

Chapter 4 - Memories? Or Visions?

The next day was weird. I actually woke up on an actual bed. It was so soft that I didn't want to get up.

But the voice of an Avenger forced me up.

"Get up." I groaned at Clint's voice. "Now."

"No." I put my pillow over my head.

"Don't act like a child." I could practically hear the eye roll.

"At least I'm taller." I laughed into the pillow.

"At least I have more everything." I felt Clint wrap his hands around my ankles, about to pull me off the bed. I freaked and lunged forward, placing my hands on his arms.

He screamed, jumping back and letting me go.

"Don't ever get me out of bed like that again." I told him sternly. "Or next time I'll reach for your chest."

"Okay." Clint held his hands up. "I'll go." He quickly walked out the door, closing it after him.

Getting out of bed, I pulled on a black shirt and black pants and walked around the large building, trying to find my way to the kitchen.

When I finally found it, Tony grabbed my arm. "No time." He said as he walked, dragging me to the meeting room.

He sat me down in a chair as Steve and Clint walked in.

"What's this?" Tony asked, looking at something that I wasn't interested in. I was spinning around in the chair.

"A message. Ultron killed Strucker." I stopped spinning, turning to look at the two.

"And he did a Banksy at the crime scene, just for us." Tony said.

"This is a smokescreen. Why send a message when you've just given a speech?" Natasha questioned.

"Strucker knew something that Ultron wanted us to miss."  Steve turned to us.

"Yeah, I bet he..." Natasha started to say. She looked at the computer monitor. "Yep. Everything we had on Strucker has been erased."

"Not everything." Everyone looked at me.

"I can promise that I know as little as you. I was locked in a freezer for over 30 years." I explained. Everyone looked away from me. "Don't you have physical files? Like paper?" I asked.

They all shared looks before running off. I followed closely behind them. Turned out, they had thousands of files on Strucker.

"Known associates." Steve began reading a file. "Well, Strucker had a lot of friends."

I looked over his shoulder. "Well, these people are all horrible."

"Wait." Tony said to Bruce as he looked through a file. "I know that guy." Bruce passed him the photo of the man. "From back in the day. He operates off the African coast, black market arms."

Steve gave Tony a look. "There are conventions, alright? You meet people, I didn't sell him anything. He was talking about finding something new, a game changer, it was all very 'Ahab'."

Thor now stood behind Tony and pointed to the photo. "This."

"Uh, it's a tattoo. I don't think he had it-."

"No, those are tattoos, this is a brand." Thor cut Tony off.

I took the photo from Tony. I stared at the man's scar for several seconds. "I think I know this. I read about it before. It's a word in an African dialect meaning thief, in a much less friendly way."

"What dialect?" Steve asked.

"Wakanada...? Wa...Wa..." I tried to pronounce it.

"Wakanda." Banner answered for me.