As the six ran through the center tunnel, they stopped it led to a hall with three doors.
Morgan, once again, clicked her bracelet and was returned to her normal clothes.
To the right was some kind of ballet studio with a strict looking older woman teaching the class. "Madame B…" Ana gasped, she recognized her from old photos that she found while looking at items after coming back from the past to catch up and not make the mistake of saying something about the timeline.
And to the left was a computer room it was currently empty.
The center was some sort of a meeting room with the symbol on the wall.
Ana backed away, but when she felt her back hit something hard, like a wall, she turns face to face with a man in black suit.
"Who are you?" the man had a thick German accent.
"Mary Romano…" Ana said with a thick Russian accent, "sir." Ana's heart began to pound harder.
"Are you three women looking for someone?" he asked in a harsh tone.
Ana swallowed the fear away, "Madame B, sir."
"Were you sent by the orphanage?"
"No, sir…" Morgan replied, "her older sister was trained in the red room and she sent us here to be trained."
"Hail Hydra!" the man said, "they've sent you as replacements."
"Hail Hydra." Ana saluted with both hands, "Indeed…"
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Widow's Shield
FanfictionYears after the death of Natasha Romanoff, a 21 year old Ana Stark comes looking for answers. Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing except Ana Stark.
