Chapter 3 "Avengers' Compound"

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We arrived to the New York's airport at 5 p.m. German time, which is 11 a.m. here in New York. Neither of us slept in the plane, so we were exhausted, either way we weren't going to say out loud.

The first thing we were going to do is check into a hotel, and then go to the Avengers' Tower, it wasn't going to be really difficult to find knowing it was the most luxurious building in Manhattan. For what I've heard they just finished remodeling it after an alien' attack or something. Really weird but not surprising.

We check into a hotel not really far from the Tower and we prepared each other. Yelena showered first and then me. When we were ready, we went out.

The Tower was two blocks away from the hotel so we went walking.

When we arrived we rang the doorbell, but no one opened the door

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When we arrived we rang the doorbell, but no one opened the door. Suddenly we heard a voice

- Who are you? - it was a masculine voice, he sounded tired, like if he hasn't slept in a long time

I looked at Yelena, who nodded

- We came to talk with Natasha Romanoff - I said

- I didn't ask what are you doing here, I asked who are you - he said, but I could find a little of surprise in his voice

- We could say we are family - Yelena said

- I'm sorry, but Natasha never talked about family - he said, even more surprised this time

- I know, but it's important - I said, it didn't surprised me that she never talked about us

- Okay, I will let you in, because I know you will never leave until I let you - he finally said - but we need to talk - he continued. Those words never mean something good.

We entered a really big room, just when we entered a man in a wheelchair came in, he's probably who talked to us

- Good morning, I'm Tony Stark - he introduced himself

- Good morning, I'm Tony Stark - he introduced himself

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- Hi - we simply said

- Always avoiding saying your names - he said coming closer - That is something Natasha used to do a lot too, or she said a false identity - used to? What's that supposed to mean?

- Yelena Belova and Nadya - Yelena introduced us

- Sisters? - he asked

- Not exactly - I answered

- Then, your last name? - he said looking at me

- I simply don't have one - I responded coldly 

- Okay, I won't ask again - he apologized, I suppose - I called the team to talk about the situation, the majority will last an hour or two, so make yourself comfortable - 

A couple of hours later, some people arrived, a brunette girl with some red tones, a tall man with brown hair, which looked familiar to men, another man with black hair and a metal arm, oh no this is definitely not happening ¿what is the winter soldier doing here?, and finally, a man  arrived with the soldier

- Guys, we have some visitors - Tony said pointing at us

- Hi - Yelena said, while I just greeted nodding

- Who are they? - the soldier asked

- Wow, incredible, James - I said with mockery and disgust his name

- How do you know my name - he said really surprised and scared 

- You were a great trainer, I managed to win you at the end - I said, as I slowly approached and he walked away every time I took a step, until Yelena stopped me

- HYDRA and The Red Room - she clarified, while I looked directly at him

- You were with Natasha? - said the man that looked familiar to me, and I finally found out who he was 

- Clint Barton, Natasha's best friend. Maybe, you could tell us where is Natasha, because no one wants to tell us where is she - I said approaching him

- Okay, yes, that's me - he said pulling back a bit intimidated - I think you should sit down for this - he said pointing at the sofas in the room

When someone says that referring to Nat, it can mean two things, either she's been kidnapped or the other thing, and in this case, it was the other thing

When Clint explained what happened, I couldn't hear anything, I only heard the faint 'I'm sorry' coming from Clint. I only felt an enormous hole, like if someone has ripped my soul in a simple pull, I couldn't move, I was there paralyzed. 

I turned to look at Yelena, who was yelling at Clint. When I was able to move, I took her arm and asked her to stop

- Yelena stop, it's not his fault - I said with difficulty because I had a lump in my throat 

- And you, why do you defend him? It's that Nat didn't mean anything to you, or what? - she yelled at me

- No, do not say those thing to me now, I defend him because I know what it's like to feel guilty about someone's death and I can see in his eyes how he's feeling guilty and obviously Natasha matter to me, because like you she was the only person that was there for me when that happened, so you do not have the right to yell that stupidity at me - I said to her, and I left the building, without first hearing Yelena curse in Russian. 

I couldn't be there right now, so I went out on the street, and I walked and walked until I couldn't anymore. I arrived to a small place of Central Park where there wasn't many people and I sat on the grass. I knew I was being followed, but in this moment I didn't care, so I didn't do anything about it. 

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