Falling for a Maximoff

Chapter 24: Dreykov

TW: Violence 

Pov y/n

When I wake up, my head hurts like hell and I keep my eyes closed. What happened?
The last thing I remember is that I went for a walk but after that I just remember darkness and waking up here. But where is here? Am I back at the compound?

A groan leaves my mouth as I open my eyes and look into bright light. I notice directly that it's not my room in the compound. Am I in the medical bay? Because my head hurts?

I slowly turn my head and take in my surrondings. It's a very small room with just my bed and a dresser. That's weird. Why would there be a dresser but not a monitor in the medical bay?

I feel the back of my head from where the pain comes from and notice a bandage around my head.
Where am I and what's going on?

Slowly, to not get dizzy I get up and look down at myself. I'm still wearing my cloths from yesterday. I walk towards the door and try to open it but it's locked. Slight panic starts to spread in my body as I pull and push even more but the door stays closed. I'm locked in here. So I'm definitely not at the compound, but where am I then?

I take a deep breath to try to stay calm, panicking won't help now. Okay, so the door won't open. I probably should assume I'm held captive, as scary as it may seem. Who could be behind this?

Probably someone who doesn't like my mom or the avengers. I sigh internally, there are a lot of possibilities then. Sooner or later I will find out, they're gonna show themselves at one point.

Maybe I should try to prepare for that. I search the room for anything I could protect myself with but there is nothing in here. There's nothing in the dresser and the two pieces of furniture are like glued to the ground. The metal of the dresser is not breakable, so I have nothing to protect myself with, shit!

The sound of the door unlocking makes my attention snap to the door.
I'm surprised to see two young women. They both point a gun at me and I gulp. The women don't show any kind of emotion and just stare at me.
Their outfits are simple, tight shirts and leggings in dark grey with a red stripe on the side.
One woman motions for me to follow them and since I don't really have a choice, I obey.

I follow the one woman while the other walks behind me and I can sense the gun pointed at me. I do my best to try to stay calm but the anxiety is bubbling up inside me. I have no clue what they plan on doing with me. But starting a fight would be dumb. First of all, it would be two against one and second, both of them have a gun and I don't. So, my chance to win is almost non excitant.

They lead me through some hallways and I lose orientation quickly. On our way, we come across rooms where I can see a couple of young women train and slowly get a hence of where I might be.

We reach a wooden door and wait until it opens and we walk into a huge room.
On my left side is a big screen, that covers the whole wall. There's nothing on there at the moment and my eyes land on a desk in the middle of the room. Behind it, there is a man, leaning back into his chair, his eyes on me. He looks at me condescendingly with cold eyes and if I'm being honest, he scares me a bit.

I slow down subconsciously and feel a nudge in my back, urging me to move forward until I reach one of the chairs in front of the man's desk.
He points to the chair and I sit down, confused about this whole situation.
"Y/n." He speaks and I feel a cold shiver running down my spine at the sound of his voice. How does he know my name? Who is this person?
My fingers start to fiddle.

"I don't know if you know who I am, so to enlighten you: my name is Dreykov." He introduced himself and even though the name doesn't do anything to me, his Russian accent, that is obvious now, does though. Together with the women who were training, I now know where I am: the Red Room.

Anxiety fills my body as I remember the few things my mom told me about this place. This is bad, very bad. My leg starts to bounce a little and my fingers fiddle again.

"You seem like you figured out where you are." Dreykov states and smirks. I hate his evil grin and how we leans back in his chair again, knowing fully that he has the full control over this situation.

I keep quiet and just watch him, trying not to show how freaked out I am and hoping all of this is just a bad dream. But it isn't.
He leans forward again and rests his elbows on the table.

"When your mother escaped, I was very mad, she had so much potential." He shakes his head in memory. "I wanted to make her the best assassin there is but she fled, such a shame. We lost track of her until she joined the Avengers and was seen in the news. They mentioned she has a daughter and I was so annoyed, she didn't get to graduate before that. But I figured, maybe it's not a bad thing because it makes her weak. You are her weakness and she would do anything to protect you. And she did, it was very hard to find things out about you because she made sure it was all somewhere safe. She is aware that you're her soft spot and it's not something she can change. We just had to get you into our hands and she would follow soon. We kept an eye out for you because it would be easier to kidnap you than her. But now the plan has changed a bit. I noticed you can fight, your mother taught you well and I think you might have potential to be a widow. Of course, you are way behind in the training but we'll get you there. And it will also get Natasha here at some point. Or she will at least try to negotiate something. But with you in our control, we also have her under control and maybe she isn't as useless as she was before." He ends his monolog and I feel my blood starting to boil.

My mom isn't useless, she is an Avenger and fights for the safety of the world. Dreykov gets up and rounds the table to lean against it, directly in front of me.
"My mom isn't useless." I decide to speak up and he raises an eyebrow, not showing any other kind of reaction.

"She is and also worthless since she escapes." He plainly states and I clench my hand into a fist. A movement on my side makes me turn my head to one of the widows who's about to act on it but gets told not to. So, I return my attention to the man with white hair and glasses in front of me.

"She is an Avenger and fights for good. You're just sad she escaped this shit-hole of an-" I start but get interrupted by a sharp pain shooting through my face. His slap was so hard that my head turned to the side and I have to fight the angry tears that start to form in my eyes.

"Don't talk to me like that!" He warns me as I look back at him.
"Why? Because you know I'm right?" I ask back, trying to ignore the stinging pain in my cheek and the throbbing in the back of my head.
"Because you will treat me with respect and I won't allow you to talk about my work like that!" He replies angrily.

I grind my teeth and my fist clenches even more. Before I can think about it twice, I rush forward to hit him in the face but he's faster and another hard slap makes me fall to the ground. My breathing quickens slightly as I press my lips together to not let a sound slip.
He builds himself up above me and looks down on me.

"You have fire, I like that, just like Natasha when she was younger. But just like we did with her, we will break you too. You can fight as much as you want but at some point, you're gonna break." He spits out and I narrow my eyes at him and slowly scramble to stand up.

"You're sick, if you think you can just use girls and women for your dumb institution." I shoot at him.
This time he gives one of the widows a sign and she lands a hard punch in my face before shoving me to the ground harshly. My body hits the ground and I feel something running out of my nose before everything around me goes black.

A/n: Well...I'm sorry?
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