Mind Games (Avengers Wrong Number Fugitive [Natasha Romanoff x teen])

8. Backtrack is Possibly Another Liar

Translations at the bottom!

Let's go back two days...

August's POV

Well, I mean, a sewer isn't the worst place to fight, right? I mean it's gross, stinky, and there's all those movies and TV shows with crocodiles living in them... but besides that it's fine. The Ninja Turtles lived there so I can totally just fight some Hydra agents and whoever and then be done. 

I'm doing it for myself, yes, but if I can help take down parts of Hydra so no one ends up like me... I will be happy as a clam. If clams are actually happy, that is.

The work put into steering them down into the sewers was immense, although it was the smartest play. Abigail made me train more yesterday, as well as make all these tactical plans in order to stay safe. It was tiring and exhausting, but it was useful. There's this button in my jean jacket that turns off everything in my phone, but sends all my data to a laptop in Abigail's lab. It's another way of saying "Help! I'm in trouble!" as it activates the tracker we put in place for emergencies.

But still, every safety precaution still went to shit.

He was there. The man made out of inflicting fear onto others. The fight was rendered useless as the trauma from Hydra came to light once again. Only if I could use the manifestation powers they gave me. But I can't because of the damn belt he created. It silences anyone's power, and to be honest, manifestation in times of need is my greatest weapon. Even if it scares me.

"Дорогая, как дела?" He asks smugly, as I'm pinned to the walls. My arms are above my head, and my teeth clenched. I can't show fear.

"У меня были лучшие дни." I respond, raising my eyes and smirking, trying to dissolve the terror he strikes upon me.

"I'm sure you have," he smirks, pushing my wrists farther into the walls, most definitely bruising them. "But we'd like to ruin those memories if you don't mind."

"Problem is, Sir, I do." I knee him in that spot, and I see the spots of pain in his eyes he strives to keep away. Though he doesn't let up on my wrists.

Questions about how I got in this situation in the first place will not be answered.

I try fighting him off but it doesn't work. Until it does. 

I push my arms and wrists up on his hands, knowing I won't get out that way, but knowing I'm strong enough to get something. Then I push my arms to the side. His muscular body wasn't trained or built to have any balance. 

My arms now free at the same time he comes toppling towards me result in the inevitable push I give him with my legs. My hands rest on the brick walls as I use my momentum to get this burly beast of a human away from me.

"Аvgustina, what's the matter?" his face contorted to a scowl.

"The matter, Egorov, is that you still think you control me. And my life." I grunt. I want to conjure something, anything, but I'm still in radius of that belt.

"But, Дорогая, don't I?" 

I shake, the last bit of strength I had is gone now.

I remember the string of texts I sent to Bullet Saver. But it doesn't matter, she didn't respond and doesn't know where I am. I hope she doesn't come anyway. I'm wanted for a lot, by a lot, and more than that, although I can't remember what. I was an idiot to ask for help to someone I don't even know. I don't know if she's one of those who will take me away.

Then... Vyacheslav Egorov punches me, knocking my bruised, bloodied body unconscious. 

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I wake up however much later... in the same spot. He didn't take me back? I look around and I can't find my phone. Pushing myself to the wall, I flinch in my own pain. I rest my head against the bricks and sigh. My life actually sucks. My head throbs like a bitch and I can feel the dried blood above my upper lip. I want to cry, but even with no one around I can't be weak.

My inhale is cutting through me like a knife, and as I bring up my arm to rub my temple, I can tell it's dislocated.  Монстр must've let me go. To mess with me. Knowing I don't have the strength to get away. 

Help.

I hear faint talking, and I take one last breath before standing up, leaning against the wall for support as I walk over.

Then I see them. Iron Man out of armor and Black Widow. What are they doing here? How did they find me? I see them staring at my phone, and the fear that they can track me, and they know it's mine takes over.

I make myself known as I talk. "Hydra, Black Widow," I tremble unintentionally. I stare into her eyes as I ask my question. "What are you doing here?"

I must look shit if they don't respond and instead stare at me as if something is wrong. It's a very kind gesture might I add.

She takes a step forwards, and I unintentionally flinch, pushing myself backwards. 

"Are you okay?" Black Widow asks apprehensively.

"Нет. Does it look like I am? I barely made it out alive. So tell me, what are you doing here?"

She looks at me challengingly, like I'm not in charge. Which in all fairness is true. But she's not either.

Black Widow stares daggers at me at my response. I return it, although Iron Man is not as masterful in this field. He looks between the two of us, his mouth a grim line. Then he looks back at the phone. My suspicions come true in that second, they definitely tracked me. The only play I have is to pretend that that isn't my device.

"Alright, alright. I get it- you don't like talking all of a sudden. Well, is that your phone? Also... were you expecting me to be here? Did you forget it in a sewer battle and came to pick it up?" 

They stay quiet again. For a second.

"Look, master of popping ideas onto the ground," Iron Weirdo starts. "We weren't expecting you to be here..." Lies. All lies. "But can you make our life a little bit easier and come with us? I mean, just a thought. But yeah, you don't have a choice. I'll give you a second to decide." 

So that's the play.

Nat just stares at me a second longer. 

"Is that your phone, August?" She asks, clearly asking for answers she won't receive.

"Нет, Black Widow. I'm not that stupid to bring my phone to a fight." I smirk. From one liar to the next, you won't catch it, Widow. 

I tap the little dot-thing in my pocket that Abigail made. I'm a little bit compromised at the moment. Abigail thinks of everything when it comes to my safety, except my safety itself.

I fall back down, and don't try getting up. I lost, again. I always lose.

"You're coming with us, Miller." Iron Can says, coming over to pick me up. 

His hold on me is gentle as he carries me bridal style back wherever they came. I try to stay aware of my surroundings, but it's in ill use. With all my injuries, I fall right into the black void I came out of.

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A/N

Is this getting boring or y'all actually still entertained? I'm liking this book, but I thought the last two chapters were a little more dull. 

Although this ending leads way for the next chapter's entertainment, mark my word!

Дорогая, как дела:
pronounced: Dorogaya, kak dela
meaning: Darling, how's it going?

У меня были лучшие дни:
pronounced: U menya byli luchshiye dni
meaning: I've had better days

Avgustina: - Russian version of the name Augustine

Дорогая:
pronounced: dorogaya
meaning: darling

Монстр:
pronounced: monstr
meaning: monster

Нет:
pronounced: net
meaning: no