This mission was simple, befriend Peter Parker and make him tell me his secrets. Sitting in that helicopter I couldn't wait to get this mission started.
We finally arrived and a man walked me to my new house.
Everything was so much different in the U.S. it was lively and happy instead of dingy and cold. Which honestly I didn't know what to think of it. It was too happy for my taste, considering I wasn't ever allowed to be happy.
I tightly grasped my backpack as we arrived to the house. It didn't look like a house, people share it with other people they don't even know, which is really weird. They said it was called an apartment. They also said most people in New York live in these strange homes.
I walked inside and walked to a gold elevator. It was super ritzy and very nice. When I got in the elevator two men in suits where on their phones holding briefcases. I wonder what they do. I pressed floor number 3 and waited for the door to open. I felt very uncomfortable because every time I was ever in an elevator there was never anyone in it.
When the door opened I practically ran out to find the house or apartment.
I finally found it and hesitantly knocked on the door.
A lady with long blonde hair and a pantsuit opened the door with a smile.
"Hi! You must be (y/n). Come in! come in!"she said with an American accent waving her hand motioning for me to come in.
She was too happy it almost annoyed me. Are all people like this?
I walked into a dark red room with very nice lighting and nice furniture. It was very nice. The nicest room I had ever seen.
She slammed the door shut and wiped the smile off her face showing her true HYDRA-self. Which wasn't intimidating it was actually quite comforting.
"Your room is to the left." She said now with a Russian accent.
It's weird how she had to fake an American it just came naturally to me when I spoke the language unlike anyone else I knew.
I walked down the hall to my room. It was a white room with a few green plants and gold accents. The bed was also white. It was the brightest room I had ever seen and I loved it.
I put my backpack down and ran my fingers over to the bed. It was soft and felt like a cloud. In Germany my bed wasn't even a bed it was a cot with a blanket. I don't think I'll have any trouble sleeping on a bed like this.
I turned my head and saw a light wooden closet door and opened it. It had tons of clothes and shoes which were all my style, no pantsuits like most women wore here in New York.
I heard a slight knock on the door and turned my head real fast to see who it was.
"You have school tomorrow at 7:oo am. I suggest you get some sleep." The lady said. I didn't even know her name.
I nodded my head and she shut the door.
I shut my closet and walked over to a white dresser and opened up the drawers to find comfortable clothing or pajamas. I grabbed some and put them on. The smelt so fresh and made me feel so clean.
I turned off the light and walked over to the bed. I laid down on it and tried to get comfortable, but I kept sinking into it, which never happened on my cot. I tried my hardest to go to sleep but I was so uncomfortable. I closed my eyes for hours until I finally drifted to sleep.
