𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗

Chapter 42: Deja-F***-You

(Angela's P.O.V.)

My head was pounding the moment I woke up. Whatever had happened before, it wasn't treating me very well at the moment. And to make matters worse, I felt nauseous again. Just my luck, right?

"Ty nakonets prosnulsya (You're finally awake)." My eyes were still closed when I furrowed my brows. I should have known something like this would happen. God, I'm such a fucking idiot. I opened my eyes and looked up to see the one and only Satan standing before me. It took me a few seconds to realize I was cuffed to a chair. Not only that, but I recognized a certain bracelet that I dreaded more than anything. The Chalantotte bracelets.

"Kakaya? Boish'sya, ya tebya snova ub'yu? (What? Afraid I'll kill you again?)" The Director clasped his hands in front of him and ignored my question. "Pochemu by nam ne pereyti pryamo k delu. Pochemu ya zdes'? (Why don't we get straight to the point. Why am I here?)"

"Vy yavlyayetes' klyuchevoy chast'yu nashego plana. (You are a key part of our plan)," He said simply.

"Da neuzheli? I chto eto? (Oh really? And what's that?)" I ask him. At this point I'm glaring straight into his eyes, an action I never would have done while being the Perfect Assassin. He must realize how different my demeanor is because he cocks an eyebrow and smirks at me.

"Quite daring now, aren't we?" I'm startled when he answers in English. I've only ever heard him speak in a Russian tongue; it's what I was trained with.

"You speak English," I said more as a fact than a question.

"You seem surprised."

"I feel lied to." He smiles wider and makes his way over to a medical table standing next to the chair I'm in.

"Your family was pretty gullible, you know," He teased. "Such innocent people. It's too bad they died at the hand of the Avengers."

"Oh save your fucking breath," I hissed. "You don't have the right to tell me such things anymore. I'm not the dumb, order-following soldier you made of me."

"Is that so?" He asked with little interest as he flicked at a tube. I glanced down at an IV that was sticking into my arm.

"Are you going to tell me why the hell I have a needle in my arm?" He made his way over to a line of computers with different files on them.

"You already know, Kore." Well, he's not wrong. This is how they kept me up to date with my experiments and surgeries. It was their way of doing a check-up. "As for the plan," He said with a sigh. "You're just a pawn." I furrowed my brows as I watched him click away at a computer. I noticed my file popped up as I saw my profile picture come up on the screen.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I thought you were smarter than this," he said tauntingly. The Director turned to glance back at me, but only for a second before looking back at his computer screen. "You see, Kore, we weren't just going to give up our most outrageous creation," He explained. "We worked on tracking you down the moment you failed your mission, but wasn't until a few weeks ago that we were able to find you." He pulled up another file. "Now that you're back in our custody, we can continue where we left off and the plan will continue."

"Why don't you humor me with what you've been doing in the meantime?" I suggested. "I know that looking for me hasn't been the only thing you've been up to. HYDRA is too high paced for that." The Director smirked and turned to face me, taking a few steps towards me until he was standing directly in front of me.