Daughter Of the Beast *Wolverine/Avengers*

Chapter 2- In Which Natasha Asks Questions

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        A smoother whine came from the sky. I looked up squinting. The headman came up to me. "That iz not de- kukura rafiki?" I nodded. 

        "Ndege, kupata watu wote mbali na uwanja wa ndege. Ni kweli kubwa. Siwezi kumudu majeraha yoyote kwamba ni senseless." 

        He sighed and nodded. "Watu wangu! Tafadhali kukaa mbali. Mganga hawezi kurekebisha sisi zote milele." All the people backed away at his command. I stayed next to Mr. Rodgers. 

        "That's our ride, Miss Logan." He strode forward. I swallowed and followed him. A woman in a black jumpsuit steps out of the sleek dark jet and surveys the two of us. 

        "Captain. Miss Logan. We'd best be going." She motioned crisply to the open door of the jet. Her curls spun as she turned and walked back. I hung back. Rodgers looked back. 

        "Come on. The sooner you leave, the sooner you can come back." I resigned myself and walked forward, waving to everyone I was leaving behind. They waved back and I found a lump in my throat. I clenched my fists and focused on my claws instead. I followed the two of them into a small room just behind the cockpit of the jet. I inhaled silently. The air brought me the scent of Captain's aftershave, the woman's shampoo, and the smell of the man flying this machine. Captain motioned to a metal seat. There was so much metal. I could take all of this and sell it for so much money. I could buy tons of vaccines with this. And bandages, and disinfectants and- My thoughts were stopped by the woman's voice. 

        "I'm Natasha Romanov. I would like to record some information about you, Miss Logan." She speaks so directly it's a wonder her voice isn't booming through the cabin. "Now. What's your full name?" 

        She had something metal in her hands. It looked like a recording device. I sighed. "Ruari Ace Logan." 

        "Who are your parents?"

        "Who do you think?" Her lips pursed. 
        
        "Come, we already know that your father is James Howlett, also known as James Logan."

        "I don't know my mum's actual name." It was the truth. I didn't know her at all. She was always off with her friends and usually dragged my dad along with her to whatever the latest event was. "She was a model..." 

        "Irish?"

        "I'm sorry, I don't know much about my parents." My mouth moved numbly. 

        "Don't lie to me, it won't do you any good."

        "I'm not lying. I truly don't know anything about my mum. I remember being.... in Britain for a bit, and then going to boarding school until I was twelve. Then I got moved to a convent for medical attention, and then my dad picked me up and dropped me off in Africa. I don't remember him, and I don't remember my mum. I don't remember what they look like. I don't. "

        "Alright. Thank you." She sat back, crossing her legs. I stared at the floor and then sat back up. I smoothed my hands over my wrap around skirt. Basically a sarong, it went over my pair of army grade and issue green shorts. I wore a white tank top. Well, it was kind of tan. You only have so many clothes in Africa. A slurping and gulping sound drew my attention. I glanced over to see the Captain chugging a bottle of water. 

        He caught me staring. "What?"

        "Be careful. You don't know the next time you get water, it's the dry season. Besides, do you think the government's going to give you more money to waste on water?" 

        He blinked, then started laughing. "We have plenty of water. You don't need to worry.. That was a great joke by the way..." He smiles as he keeps on drinking. 

        "Cap." He looks at her with raised eyebrows. "She's serious." 

        I look down, embarrassed by my sudden outburst about conserving water. 

        "Serious?" 

        "Yes." She goes on talking to him. I tune out their conversation. After a while, the plane hits a few bumps then stops. "We're here."

        "Where's here?" I ask.

        "The Helicarrier. Ready to meet the others?"

        "No, but since I'll have to... why not?"

        She smiles. "K."

        We stepped out of the small jet and onto an airstrip. On the water.