Charlotte Stark: Repetition (Book 2)

«Chap. 6»

•Novosibirsk, Russia•

Throughout the entire room, punches, grunts, and slaps were echoing in the giant room.

“Удар! Удар! Удар! Удар!”
(“Punch! Kick! Punch! Kick!”) the instructor yelled at Amara.

Her punches and kicks were getting faster, and harder. The punching bag was swinging back and forth; making the chain squeak.

“Stop!” the woman instructor yelled in English, but her Russian accent was thick.

Amara was trained like a soldier, so she instantly stopped, and stood straight and tall.

“I have a special guest for you Amara. He is a highly trained Soviet soldier, and also a highly trained Hydra assassin.” she said, and a door opened revealing this dark haired Assassin.

“He will be helping me train you to defeat Starks daughter. But listen to me, Captain America is no longer our problem. It is his mission now.” the woman said, and lifted Amara's chin with her finger.

“Obey him, and listen to him. You will definitely learn something from him, dear.” she said, and Amara nodded her head.

The Russian Woman began to walk out of the room, the only sound filling the room was the clicking of her heels.

The Assassin began to circle around Amara like she was his prey; she stood there standing straight, and kept her eyes on the wall.

“You are strong, but not strong enough. That's why I'm here.” he said as he placed a hand on her shoulder, and stood in front of her.

He pushed his brown, shoulder length hair, out of the way as his eyes met Amara's.

Amara soon noticed that he had a robotic arm; it didn't freak her out, it just re-assured her that he would be able to help her kill Charlotte Stark.

“Tell me what you know about your mission.” he said, and Amara looked up at him.

“She's a brunette. She's feisty, and strong. Her father is Tony Stark, and her lover happens to be your mission Captain America.” she said, and the man nodded.

He motioned for her to follow him to the sparring mat.

“Get into your fighting stance. Now.” he said, and Amara did as she was told.

She trained her eyes on the Assassin, “What is your name?” Amara asked, and he got into fighting stance.

Instead of answering her, he swung his fist, but Amara dodged it quickly.
Her instincts kicked in almost instantly; she threw a few punches, then swung her leg to kick him in the side, but he caught her leg and pulled back.

Amara was now on the floor, being pinned down by the rather muscly guy.

“When you kick them don't aim for the side. They could do what I just did, and you'll end up on the floor. Everytime.” he said, and stood up.

“You're not going to go easy on me, are you?” Amara asked, and the man turned around, and charged at her.

He began to throw hard punches at her, she only blocked a few, and it made her mad.

He pushed her backwards across the room. She ran charging at him, and slid between his legs, and jumped on his shoulders.

Amara wrapped her legs around his neck, and flung him over on his back, pinning him down.

They were both breathing in deeply, and Amara had a big smirk on her face, “So, who are you?”

The Soviet Soldier stared at the brunette; he's never had this sort of contact before, especially not with a woman.

Their eyes met, his blue ones with her brown ones, and she slowly brushed a strand of his brown hair from his sweaty forehead.

He shoved her off suddenly, and this took Amara by surprise. He walked away from her, “They call me The Winter Soldier.” he said as he walked through the big swinging doors.
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