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

18. My Enemy's Sister

KEY <3 (Translations at the bottom, but you already knew that!)

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Yelena's POV

She ran out, and no one could understand why. She has new information about her gift, which is incredible, powerful, rare, and special. Cassie's jealous, Tommy's jealous, Kate's jealous, yet it seems August is envious of them instead.

Before Tommy could leave, I held his arm back. "Don't, Tommy. I've got an idea where she is."

"Tracking phone now, Yelena," Riri pipes up, and I sigh. 

"Don't, I know where she is. If she isn't there we'll just leave it."

"How?" Peter asks, popping up onto the ceiling where he sits upside down.

"Leave it." I look at Abigail who quirks an eyebrow as well as a slight frown. But then realization hits, and a clouded gaze hides her eyes, but she doesn't stop me. 

"Go, Lena." She tells me and I nod.

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"You know, you can be a tough girl to find, August Miller." I'm not going to try to say Augustine for obvious reasons.

She starts climbing up the thick branches of the tree as I make my way up the ladder. I see her two steps above me when I reach the top of the treehouse. 

Her cheeks are flushed rose, and bubbles stuff her nose.

"I'm not here to bring you back, but I'll let you stay up there, though you know if I wanted to you'd already be caught."

"How'd you find me?" She growls out, and I shut my eyes for a second.

"Is that the question you really wanna ask, or do you want to know why I'm here?"

"Go ahead, Yelena. Not like I have a choice."

I snort when she says that. "August Miller, what do you have against my sister?"

"Что?" She feigns confusion, which could and will work on anyone but me.

"Не надо, малыш."

August climbs a branch higher, practically shoving her fear in her pocket as she forces her fake superiority to overtake me with dignity. "What, I didn't do anything!" 

"Милая..." 

"Я сказал не надо!"

"Avgustina Yullieta!" My accent comes through thick, and her head whips to stare at me so fast.

Fear laces her eyes before the curtains close and a stone wall appears. "Да, мэм."

I hit a cold spot. I hit a cold spot. I hit a cold spot. Shit shit shit shit shit.

"I'm sorry, Auggie. I didn't mean to shout, can you please come down? I want to give you a hug."

"Да, мэм."

No no no no no no.

She falls into my arms, and the warmth this should give radiates nothing but still trees and dreary skies.