Solo Act

Chapter Five

I had a mission.

One that only I knew about. No plan. No backup. No idea how to find them.

Me and Pietro weren't the only experiments. We were just the best results. The most powerful. The most dangerous, the most lethal, the most useful. Bucky Barnes was living proof that HYDRA had been working to perfect human weapons for a long time. And they did.
Fortunately the program was shut down after us because it was a lot of money and resources and not enough goods. So they stuck with me, Pietro and the rejects.

Me and my brother were never used. We rarely saw the light of day. Most of my memories consisted of the my cell, the training room and...the lab. The other kids got to have all the fun. Or I thought it was fun back then. Now assassination sounds like a nightmare. Ever since that day. The first day I killed. I would have been lost to my mind if not for Pietro. He helped me through it. Now I had no one. Let's just say it's hard to adjust to being a solo act after being in a duo for so long. I didn't even have my team anymore.

That was my fault, I suppose. I was the one who ran. But I was being overwhelmed there. I couldn't do that anymore. Especially if I was needed somewhere else. Especially if I was putting them in danger.

That didn't matter now. It had been a week already. I had been living off the food Peter's aunt had given me, but I was running out fast. I had been spoiled with the Avengers and had almost forgotten what it was like to go for days with out food. I had a feeling that I would remember sooner then I wanted.

My plane had landed in Belgrade Nikola Tesla Airport (Serbia) the day before. I was only an hour and a half away from my previous home. Would they even still be there? I doubted it. They would have considered that I told the team. I hadn't, as a matter of fact. They knew nothing about the place. Well, accept for Natasha. But I hadn't told her where it was.

I was going anyways, hoping against hope that I could find a clue to where they were at now. I don't want to have to track down every base they had. My task seemed more and more difficult every passing minute. Not for the first time I wished I didn't have to do it alone.

I caught a taxi after transferring some American cash in for Serbian diners. $1,000 roughly converted to 103,000 diners, so, after all the cash I had gotten off of Tony's credit card, I could be living like a queen.

But that would look suspicious, so dirty old motels were all I had. Thankfully - or not - I still had enough light to reach the old warehouse that I had lived in and be back before dark. It was the one place I most dreaded to go back to, the place I had nightmares about every other day.

I told the taxi driver to take me about a mile away from the warehouse, to a town near it. He nodded dismissively and changed gear. As he did so my gaze fell from the window down to the untraceable phone in my pocket. I had taken the GPS chip out like Tony had taught me to do, though, so not even he could track it. I still had twelve voice mails, none of which I'd listened to yet. I just wasn't ready to hear what they had to say about my disappearance. Mostly I was afraid they would convince me to go back.

Stop that, I ordered myself firmly. Focus. Remember Emily? She needs your help. So does Adam and Sydney and Gabriel. Get your head in the game, Maximoff.

It's been nearly two years, though. What if they had changed? What if Hydra has finally managed to corrupt them? What if they hated me for leaving them? What if they were dead?

That was horrible to think about. So I decided to just stop.

"You sure you wanna stop here, miss?" The driver parked and glanced back through the mirror worriedly.