I wake up to someone singing in Russian. It's a haunting sound, beautiful but so fragile. I assume it's Ally. I sit up slightly and see her sleeping. Then I see Libby singing on her hospital bed. She glances at me. "My father, Bucky, used to sing it to me when he was putting me to bed. I never asked why he knew Russian. He never told me."
"Do you wish you'd asked?" I say.
"Yes but I suppose I can ask him one day." Libby rubs her eyes and I realise how exhausted she looks.
"Have you even been to sleep?" I ask and she shakes her head slowly. "I don't know where we are but we're probably safe so you might as well grab the chance to rest while you can, Libs."
"Yeah, okay," she lies back down and starts singing the Russian lullaby to herself softly. Within seconds, she's asleep but I can't get those words out of my head.
I've got a great memory but I sing the lyrics in Russian to myself over and over to make sure that I won't forget them. I need to translate them as soon as I can because they sound familiar. And I wasn't ever sung lullabies.
....
"Wake up!"
This time I wake up to a harsher yell and get out of bed, my hand automatically curling into a fist. I can tell the sudden awakening startled the others too. Libby is already zipping up her boots but she wears the expression of the weary. Sam's bed is covered in a thin sheet of ice and Ally is holding a knife out.
"Drop the knife, Barton," the man at the door adds. "I have a gun."
We all just walk past him, silent. We all know not to open our mouths. That would be stupid. But as we follow him through a corridor, another armed man behind us, Ally catches my eye. "Where are we?" She mouths.
"Leave it to me," I mouth back with a wink. "Excuse me, who are you?"
"Eric Jackson. Soldier." The man who woke us up say gruffly.
"Where are we?"
Jackson turns round to face us and prods me with his gun. "Stop asking questions, little girl."
"I'm not a little girl." I grit my teeth as the cold metal digs into my arm. One slip of the finger and I'll be useless. My arm would be too damaged and the blood loss would kill me. Jackson knows this and he lingers around the trigger for a minute before resuming his walk. I tighten my ponytail with shaking hands before raising my eyebrow at Ally.
"Listen," Sam starts, "I'm the daughter of a god-"
"Wrong," Jackson stops and opens a door. "You girls will be taken down a notch by the end of this."
Then we're in a dark room and there's a crackly voice coming from a speaker saying our names. "Allianova Barton, Ruby Stark, Samantha Odinson, Liberty Barnes-Rogers."
"Who is this? What's happening?" I demand and hit the wall hard, hoping it will be a fake wall and it will concave. Hoping that this isn't HYDRA. Or SHIELD.
"Let me tell you some secrets about your family, children," the voice says as if I hadn't spoken. Ally and I both look at Libby at the same time and Sam is looking pale. Her uncle, Loki...there must be a secret involving him.
"This time you are all Rapunzel's, stuck in a tower made of lies and false security, trapped by your own wicked parents. I am the Storyteller, let the stories begin."
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Avengers: Daughters
FanfictionDaughters of the Avengers unite in an attempt to save the world, using their abilities and powers for good. Unfortunately they fall out just as much as their parents do and that might get in the way of their true destiny. To avenge the world.
