I left today. Fury would be picking me up in one of the many SHIELD jets and then we'd be off to Germany. I had my bag in hand and got in the elevator. Was I nervous? Sure, I had no reason to be but there'd probably be a large chance that I'd be killed. I didn't really want to die, but I wanted to go. Anywhere but here.
The jet came an hour later and Fury got me up to speed. We had a long plane ride, around nine hours. I would be staying in a safe house with two other SHIELD agents whom I've never met. Greaaaaat. That's exactly what I want to do, live with two strangers. Sounds like a blast.
This plane ride was really boring. There was nothing to do. No books, no movies, literally nothing. I sat there tapping my foot for what seemed like hours when Fury finally gave me a look that couldn't have been a good one. I stopped tapping and returned his gaze to a file that he was very interested in.
"Whatcha reading?"
"Background checks."
"Ooh, on who?"
"That's confidential."
"That's a big word. Just say it's a secret."
"It's a secret."
"Why?"
"You aren't qualified to read this."
"Why?"
"Because you've been on the team for a week. I can't trust you yet."
"That's hurtful.
He decided not to answer me and I think that was a wise decision. I was a very annoying person. Very annoying. I wouldn't want to hear me talk either, so I don't blame him. There was nothing to do in here. I couldn't walk around, he's making me wear a seatbelt.
Oh yeah! I have to follow all of his super strict rules. You don't have to wear a seatbelt on regular planes. Why is he making me wear one? I'm older than him, shouldn't I be calling the shots around here? I can't be out past eleven, I can't leave without security, like... wow. That's a bit unnecessary, don't you think?
I'm super responsible, I don't need to be babysat. It's six whole months of this torture. I'm not even there yet and I can tell that I'll hate it. I'll probably not even know what'll be going on. I barely speak German, only enough to get around. That might be an issue.
Only three hours left of this torturous flight. It was rough, I didn't know if I could last that long. My foot began tapping again and I could tell Fury was getting pissed off again. What else did he want me to do? I have so much energy that I need to burn. I didn't train at all today, which is new to me.
Usually I train every day, at least once, to tire myself out so I don't annoy everyone to death. I had things to do this morning so I was unable to. That means I'm going to be extra antsy and annoying. And, I usually train for two hours. It takes alot to make me tired because of all the serum they injected me with.
I just had to last two hours. Two. Just one training session length. I could do that. I wouldn't go insane. Or drive anyone else insane. Nobody's jumped off the plane yet, I think they'll be fine. Germany, here I come.
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Romanova [COMPLETED STORY]
FanfictionNikita Romanova is a special girl. Ever since she left the Red Room, her past has been catching up to her, really fast. After her new life goes south, she meets up with one of her biggest enemies.