"We truly thank you for coming to our aid."
Steve smiled as he walked through the base with the commander who spoke English with a thick, Russian accent. Beside him was Sharon Carter who walked with her head held high as men gaped at her. It put him on edge, the way their gazes lingered on his girlfriend, but he presumed the soldiers weren't used to seeing a woman officer and tried to ignore their stares.
The government's base, a bunker underneath the gallows in the video where Natasha Romanoff had almost been executed, was well stocked and organized effectively. However, the soldiers appeared battered and weary from fighting a war they had been losing.
He knew the look well. He had once worn it himself.
The commander led him through the base and into his office. He appeared no worse for wear than his soldiers. "I'd like you to tell me more about how the Black Widows' are operating and what you know about them," he told the commander as the man gestured for him and Sharon to take a seat in the chairs in front of his desk. "If you need our help, clearly things are not working out in your favor."
The commander's eyes seemed to flare in resentment as he spoke. "These women... there are six Black Widows and dozens of spies, deflected soldiers, and lower-ranking assassins from the Red Room that fight for them. They are deadly, murderous people who feed off pain. We know they have a base where they are holding many of our citizens captive, but it is heavily guarded, and we haven't been able to push through the barrier to save our people. Their leader, Romanoff, I will admit is very smart. We almost killed her a few days ago until she slipped right through our fingers. I don't know who the fuck told her she's allowed to think and speak her mind." The commander said with a huff as he lit a cigarette and took a long inhale.
Steve frowned.
Who told her she's allowed to think and speak her mind?
Were women looked down upon in Moscow? Is that why the soldiers had been staring at Sharon? He had heard a man say the same thing in the video that Maria had shown him, and it set him on edge. He had thought the Red Room had brainwashed the Black Widows but had they cleared themselves of the abstraction?
Why were they still fighting if they had already burned the Red Room to the ground?
Before he could think too deeply about the questions that spun around in his mind, the commander pulled out a map that he spread on the table. "We know their base is here." He said, pointing to a southern building of what had once been the prosperous city of Moscow. "Our goal is to infiltrate their base and save our people while hopefully executing these awful women."
"Holding the city down hasn't worked for you... do they have powerful weapons?" He asked quietly, almost to himself. He didn't understand how a group of deflected agents was defeating an entire army.
The commander appeared vexed at Steve's comment, seemingly not willing to admit defeat. "They don't, but they are very skilled fighters. They are also very skilled between the sheets." The man smirked. It was unsettling.
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Basis Of A Survivor
FanficThe fall of Moscow and the KGB is on the horizon. The USA - with Captain America as their noble leader - steps in to aid Russia in halting the uprising. However, Steve Rogers realizes that not everything is as it seems, and the red-headed and red-bl...