The escapee - Marvel

Chapter 69 - December

A.N: This one is a bit longer, as an apology for being so slow with updates. Thank you to anyone still reading.

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DECEMBER 2015

Seven spent the next few weeks learning how to fit in with her new teammates. She eventually got used to sharing a room with four other widows and she could now identify each of their breathing patterns. She got used to the top bunk bed, the thicker bedding, and comfier mattress. She received a jumper which matched the older girls, and the other widows stopped staring at her when she walked past in the hallway.

Viktoria and Anya had started trusting her more, they stopped shunning her from conversations and allowed her to train with them when all the older widows had to train together. They helped her with her ballet, offered help treating her wounds.

Sofia was a harder person to get close to and Seven rarely saw a chip in her hard exterior. However, she was snapping at Seven less and less and Seven often caught her staring at her, eyes filled with curiosity.

Yelena had said approximately thirty words to the girl and Seven had no idea why, she wouldn't get close to her and the other team mates were starting to notice.

"Yel, you spar with Seven, we'll alternate between the three of us" Seven heard Anya speak to the blonde.

She was sat on one of the thinner crash mats, waiting for one of the others to tell her what they were going to do.

"Why can't you do it?" She heard Yelena groan and mutter something else incoherent.

"You have the most similar build," Anya replied, motioning for the other two to start warm-ups. "Plus she's fought all of us at least three times, she needs to know all our styles."

Yelena sighed, knowing that she wouldn't win this argument.

"Fine, только в этот раз. " (Just this once)

"Посмотрим" (We'll see) Anya replied over her shoulder, walking away.

Seven swallowed as the older girl approached her, her expression clearly annoyed. Something about her made the teenager nervous, and Yelena's refusal to get to know her at all didn't help the nerves.

"Вставать" (Get up)

Seven scrambled to her feet, readying herself to fight.

She didn't know how Yelena fought, so her first tactic was to analyze her stance and see if she could get any clues. Seven noticed that the girl must be left handed, standing with her left hand first. She also deemed that she wouldn't be a defensive fighter, instantly proved right as she was lunged at.

Seven managed to dodge at the last second but Yelena was fast and recovered quickly, bouncing on her toes. She went in again and Seven ducked to the left, dodging once more. She was pleased with herself.

The redhead decided to stop merely dodging and threw a punch which was evaded, she tried again and again but Yelena kept on moving out of the way just before they would land.

Seven looked for any weak spots in the blonde's positioning, thinking they would be more obvious after the small time they had been moving. She noticed a slight limp on her right ankle, the look on Yelena's face whenever she would land too hard that side, how all her punches were coming from the left. Seven realized that the girl wasn't actually left handed, merely a smart fighter. She had positioned her weaker side away, attempting to hide it from her opponent.

Seven leapt forward but she didn't attempt a punch, instead dropping to the ground and sweeping Yelena's right ankle. The blonde instantly went down upon contact, hissing at the pain.