Tony pov - Time left 19:13:34
"How long are we going to wait out here?" i ask impatiently.
"Christopher remained in Iceland after you got her out, so it takes around nine hours for him to get here... and after a six hour fight here for her. So until he or someone pulls up here" Loki answers calmly and i can't for the love of god understand how he can be so calm. Or maybe he's not and it's just a mask.
"There, get down" Wanda says, pushing us to the ground as a black car drives past us to a little fallen cottage. Kinda creepy cottage. But the car looks like a federal car.
"Maybe we should have brought the rest of the team" i say and Wanda pulls out her phone, but Loki stops her.
"What? We're gonna need the backup"
"And me?" Loki asks, letting go of her hand.
"I don't know, we'll explain to them after we get out of here"
Y/n pov - Time left 18:48:23
"I am sorry again miss, about the time" the man in front of me says, he has a scar lining down over his throat. It makes me wonder what he could be if he survived his throat getting slashed, or maybe he was just lucky. Lucky enough to not lose his vocal cords in the process.
"No worries, i have all the time in the world. Besides, it's only been twelve hours" i answer in a strong Russian accent. Just a little thicker than i had while living in Russia, and a little lighter. Though it is funny now that i think of it. How an american like Christopher can become a leader of a german group.
"Mr Monroe has changed his order and wants us to start interrogating you, if that's okay?" i just nod for an answer. I look up towards the camera, knowing that he was on the other side. But after twelve hours in a grey boring room without talking has become hell. Even though i've cooled down the entire room to make them put on the AC. Making them use more power than necessary, less power to protect them later. It's also a good way to keep my powers balances, using only a little at a time to not have them explode any moment.
"Mind telling us how you knew where this base was located?" the other guard questions though neither of them sit down on the chairs on the other side of the table.
"I saw it on a map, it was plastered on the office wall in my home"
"And where is home? Russia?" the first, scared, man asks to clarify and i hear how they get their questions in that earpiece.
"You guessed correctly. I travelled here because i thought this was where i could find him. I did not know he had flown to Iceland" i answer, laying the accent thick over my words.
"How did you know he was in Iceland?"
"I have my sources, but it's what i was told when i got here. But since i had already made it here i thought i could check it out anyways"
"What is your full name miss?"
"Starikova Kristina Schmidt... but people call me Tina Schmidt, also known as the granddaughter of Johann Schmidt if that name rings any bells"
"I am so sorry Fraulein, i did not recognise you" the second guard says, having the word laced with a German accent. But the scared one, he's american.
"That's okay, i don't really look like him so it's hard to see. I don't either have my portrait in every compound, too distracting for the men" i say with a smile and a wink before the door opens and if my heart was beating, it would have stopped. There i was once again, meeting his deep grey eyes again.
"Sorry for the delay, miss Schmidt" he says with a dark tone that should give me goosebumps, but it doesn't. I'm in a role, and i must stay that way for a little while longer.
"No worries, it was worth it Christopher" i say with the same smile and he tries to act surprised by my accent. Like he wasn't listening on the other side.
"Russia, what brings you here to America. It can't be just to meet me, can it?"
"Sorry, but no. I'm here because of a woman who's become an interest of mine" he sits down opposite of me to listen, interested already. "A woman who somehow managed to escape from Красная комната under your watch, you're wife"
"You really seem to have done your homework" he straightened himself before opening his mouth again. "How about a tour as we speak of it Fraulein" and his american accent to that word is awful.
"Sure, why not"
"I must say that you're english is very good"
"Thank you, my father hired some american scholar when i was little"
"How old are you?" he blurts out.
"That is a very rude question to ask a lady" i say, especially since i am a Lady in this role.
"I'll tell you if you tell me... i might be older than i look"
"You go first and then i might tell you"
"45" i pretend to look surprised. And i can admit that my reaction would be real if i hadn't already known.
"24"
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