Black Winter.
The street's a liar
“You look so happy.” Dmitri sarcastically notes as he walks into my apartment, my New York apartment to be exact.
“You really think I’d be happy about finding out about my mission?” I unintentionally snap at him, “D, I don’t do damsel in distress. Couldn’t Ivan put me in as a SHIELD agent?”
“Asyia, you’re seventeen; you’re not old enough to be a SHIELD agent.” Dmitri reminds me, “you’re just a kid and you look like it too.”
“So I’m stuck playing poor helpless girl? Great.” I mutter as I collapse down onto my couch, “I’ve spent years training and it’s all going to go to waste.”
“Stop the overdramatics,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Your training isn’t going to waste. You’re just brushing up on your espionage skills.”
“I’m not a spy, I’m a soldier; that’s it.” I remind him, “I’m good behind a gun but horrible when I’ve got to play someone else.”
“The other girls are worse than you when it comes to “playing” someone else.” He informs me, “that’s why Ivan personally wanted you to go undercover. The other girls aren’t better soldiers, by all means, they’re just less important. Apparently you’re the key to all of this.”
“Who are these other girls anyway?” I ask as Dmitri sits down next to me, “why haven’t I met them? Or even trained with them? Why is Ivan keeping their identities a secret?”
“I wish I could tell you,” Dmitri sighs, “but my uncle isn’t exactly telling me anything anymore. Apparently this is bigger than all of us.”
“More cryptic explantions.” I groan, “when will I ever get a straight answer? I’m sick of not knowing anything.”
“That’s the point.” He sighs, “the more you know, the more danger you’re in. So I wouldn’t snoop around more than you have to. You might not like what you find.” With that he walks into my kitchen, probably to get a drink, while I bring my kneels up to my chest as I begin to get lose in my thoughts.
My thoughts, however, are interrupted by Dmitri’s yelling, “Why the hell is there no alcohol in this fridge?” He storms out, with a confused, yet furious face.
“Newsflash, I’m 17,” I remind him, “legal drinking age is 21. So if you want alcohol you’re gonna have to run down to the liquor store and buy it yourself. This isn’t Russia, they actually care about underage kids buy mind altering things.”
He rolls his eyes before making his way to the door, he turns back at me and smiles; “The usual than?”
“Yes please.” I smile then laugh as he walks out of the apartment. I look at the black box that lays on my coffee table. In that black box continues all the information I need to know about the mission. It just doesn’t seem right because there is not enough information there. My mission is going to be find out what’s going on; whether it kills me or not…
**
We walk into an underground Russian club in the heart of Moscow. James and I have interrogated a bunch of lower level Black Widows and all of them pointed us to this club. Apparently Plague works here as a singer and informant; something you didn’t see past Widows doing.
As I’m walking through the club, I notice the blonde singer looking at me as she sings. Once she lets out the final note, she motions to the VIP longue before getting off the stage. I grab onto James’ arm, causing the soldier to stop in his tracks.
He looks back at me with questioning blue eyes, “what?”
“The singer wants us to head to the VIP room; I have a feeling she’s Plague.” I inform him. He nods his head before grabbing my hand and guides me through the packed Russian club.
We make it to the VIP room where the blonde singer on stage sat on the black leather couch. Her arms rest on the back of the couch and a sinister, diabolical smirk on her lips. “It’s nice to finally meet the infamous Black Widow and Winter Soldier. Us newer recruits have heard so much about you.”
“How about we get straight down to business?” I suggest, “tell me what you can about your fellow Widows, Red Dawn and Black Winter.”
“All business and no play makes Natalia a dull girl,” Plague points out with a smirk. “But I guess I can tell you what I know about them, which isn’t much. I only met Red Dawn a couple nights ago.”
“Have you met Black Winter?” James asks, earning a shake of the head from the blonde.
“No, I only met Red Dawn because it was her mission to seek me out.” She verbally replies, “her mission is to seek out an informant in New York. Apparently Ivan has a Widow undercover in SHIELD, whether it’s Black Winter or not I’m not sure. She didn’t tell me much of her plan while I had no choice but to tell her all of mine; it was part of my mission.”
“Do you have any idea what Ivan is planning on doing?” I ask.
“The more important question is why you’re so forth coming with this information?” James asks, “we’re the enemy.”
“No you’re not.” The blonde counters with the smile, “we’re family whether you two want to believe it or not. Ivan knows he’ll get you guys on his side one way or another; it’s all part of his plan.”
“Does this have anything to do with Black Winter?” I ask, “she’s the only one that you haven’t mentioned.”
“She’s the key to something, that’s all I know. Ivan never spoke of her around me. She must be something special.” There is a hint of jealousy in the young Widow’s voice, which makes me wonder why Ivan was favoring this single girl. Something isn’t adding up here. I look up at James and he’s giving me a look that tells me he feels something too. I think we’re going to have to pay our good friend another visit…
“You really think I’d be happy about finding out about my mission?” I unintentionally snap at him, “D, I don’t do damsel in distress. Couldn’t Ivan put me in as a SHIELD agent?”
“Asyia, you’re seventeen; you’re not old enough to be a SHIELD agent.” Dmitri reminds me, “you’re just a kid and you look like it too.”
“So I’m stuck playing poor helpless girl? Great.” I mutter as I collapse down onto my couch, “I’ve spent years training and it’s all going to go to waste.”
“Stop the overdramatics,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Your training isn’t going to waste. You’re just brushing up on your espionage skills.”
“I’m not a spy, I’m a soldier; that’s it.” I remind him, “I’m good behind a gun but horrible when I’ve got to play someone else.”
“The other girls are worse than you when it comes to “playing” someone else.” He informs me, “that’s why Ivan personally wanted you to go undercover. The other girls aren’t better soldiers, by all means, they’re just less important. Apparently you’re the key to all of this.”
“Who are these other girls anyway?” I ask as Dmitri sits down next to me, “why haven’t I met them? Or even trained with them? Why is Ivan keeping their identities a secret?”
“I wish I could tell you,” Dmitri sighs, “but my uncle isn’t exactly telling me anything anymore. Apparently this is bigger than all of us.”
“More cryptic explantions.” I groan, “when will I ever get a straight answer? I’m sick of not knowing anything.”
“That’s the point.” He sighs, “the more you know, the more danger you’re in. So I wouldn’t snoop around more than you have to. You might not like what you find.” With that he walks into my kitchen, probably to get a drink, while I bring my kneels up to my chest as I begin to get lose in my thoughts.
My thoughts, however, are interrupted by Dmitri’s yelling, “Why the hell is there no alcohol in this fridge?” He storms out, with a confused, yet furious face.
“Newsflash, I’m 17,” I remind him, “legal drinking age is 21. So if you want alcohol you’re gonna have to run down to the liquor store and buy it yourself. This isn’t Russia, they actually care about underage kids buy mind altering things.”
He rolls his eyes before making his way to the door, he turns back at me and smiles; “The usual than?”
“Yes please.” I smile then laugh as he walks out of the apartment. I look at the black box that lays on my coffee table. In that black box continues all the information I need to know about the mission. It just doesn’t seem right because there is not enough information there. My mission is going to be find out what’s going on; whether it kills me or not…
**
Natasha; heart of Moscow.
**We walk into an underground Russian club in the heart of Moscow. James and I have interrogated a bunch of lower level Black Widows and all of them pointed us to this club. Apparently Plague works here as a singer and informant; something you didn’t see past Widows doing.
As I’m walking through the club, I notice the blonde singer looking at me as she sings. Once she lets out the final note, she motions to the VIP longue before getting off the stage. I grab onto James’ arm, causing the soldier to stop in his tracks.
He looks back at me with questioning blue eyes, “what?”
“The singer wants us to head to the VIP room; I have a feeling she’s Plague.” I inform him. He nods his head before grabbing my hand and guides me through the packed Russian club.
We make it to the VIP room where the blonde singer on stage sat on the black leather couch. Her arms rest on the back of the couch and a sinister, diabolical smirk on her lips. “It’s nice to finally meet the infamous Black Widow and Winter Soldier. Us newer recruits have heard so much about you.”
“How about we get straight down to business?” I suggest, “tell me what you can about your fellow Widows, Red Dawn and Black Winter.”
“All business and no play makes Natalia a dull girl,” Plague points out with a smirk. “But I guess I can tell you what I know about them, which isn’t much. I only met Red Dawn a couple nights ago.”
“Have you met Black Winter?” James asks, earning a shake of the head from the blonde.
“No, I only met Red Dawn because it was her mission to seek me out.” She verbally replies, “her mission is to seek out an informant in New York. Apparently Ivan has a Widow undercover in SHIELD, whether it’s Black Winter or not I’m not sure. She didn’t tell me much of her plan while I had no choice but to tell her all of mine; it was part of my mission.”
“Do you have any idea what Ivan is planning on doing?” I ask.
“The more important question is why you’re so forth coming with this information?” James asks, “we’re the enemy.”
“No you’re not.” The blonde counters with the smile, “we’re family whether you two want to believe it or not. Ivan knows he’ll get you guys on his side one way or another; it’s all part of his plan.”
“Does this have anything to do with Black Winter?” I ask, “she’s the only one that you haven’t mentioned.”
“She’s the key to something, that’s all I know. Ivan never spoke of her around me. She must be something special.” There is a hint of jealousy in the young Widow’s voice, which makes me wonder why Ivan was favoring this single girl. Something isn’t adding up here. I look up at James and he’s giving me a look that tells me he feels something too. I think we’re going to have to pay our good friend another visit…
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chapter title credit: Kill of the Night by Gin WigmoreAnastasyia
Plague
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