ALIEN ↠ b. barnes [I]

nineteen

ALLURA DANCED FLAWLESSLY. HER LEG raising up with a développé á la seconde, her arms straight as she looked at her leg. She prepared for a pirouette, and twirled perfectly, landing in a fifth position and beginning an échappé.

A young girl looked at the woman in wonder, her blue eyes wide as her red was picked up on a bun. Her gaze held light even in the dark place, being a sign that she had little time in the academy or was just brought in. The girl was merely four years old and while she had some dancing abilities, the strawberry blonde seemed a natural.

Maybe that's what she'd look like one day. Her red hair perfect as she danced and her body flowing with the music in the most alluring way. It was wonderful.

Allura took a few steps and jumped into a grand jeté, her legs opening in a split at least a meter up from the ground. The moment both her feet were on the ground, she elegantly went from one side of the stage to the other in demi-pointe, her arms extending and moving like wings.

Though the small red head was not the only one watching. The entire class of young girls was staring at the woman, a look of annoyance and amazement in their eyes. Also, superiors from HYDRA and agents that were bringing the second asset in to test the experiment HYDRA and Red Room had made.

"Vy pomnite sdelku, verno? My odalzhivayem tebe nashi aktivy, ty otdayesh' nam svoyu luchshuyu devushku za syvorotku." You remember the deal, right? We lend you our assets, you give us your best girl for the serum. One of the agents said, Madame B nodding with a small smirk as he pointed at their asset.

"Da. My takzhe skazali, chto ya pomogu vam razluchit' vashikh lyubovnikov. YA vizhu bol'she pol'zy dlya vas, chem dlya menya." Yes. We also said that I would help you to separate your lovers. I see more benefits for you than for me. She argued, the man almost rolling her eyes but then remembering that she had been a professional assassin herself, and restraining himself.

"Chto yeshche vy khotite?" What do you want? The man asked, Madame B looking at her personal favorite asset with a thoughtful expression, coming up to one conclusion.

"YA khochu zakonchit' trenirovat' yeye." I want to finish training her.

The moment the agent said yes, would be the end of Allura's remaining sanity— for Madame B had all sorts of plans for her.

The asset ended her choreography, silence hitting the room louder than any sound would. Madame B was the only to clap, more for what she had set for her than for the faultless performance.

Her eyes turned to stone as she looked at the other girls, her whip slapping against the wall as they went back to their training. The Alien wasn't panting at all, showing that she was tough as she coldly stared at the crowd in front of her.

After a few hours, the superiors decided to make the Winter Soldier fight some girls and teach them how to move, Allura simply crossing her arms and watching the familiar techniques he had. His gaze was concentrated as he beat the students easily, not even breaking a sweat.

"Alien, Natalia." Madame B called, the two students she was most proud of stepping on the middle of the room; one with fear, the other numb. "Borot'sya." Fight.

The small red head waited for the Alien to attack her, the strawberry blonde growing impatient with having to wait and threw a fake punch at the young girl, Natalia believing it and falling to the ground when a leg kicked her own underneath her.