Amelia POV:
When I wake up it's dark, the only light coming from four windows up on the wall, but I'm not bound down tightly anymore. There's a long chain with some handcuffs tightly around my left arm. I'm sore everywhere, my body aches. Everything just hurts. I can't hold it in anymore, I'm sorry mama. I'm crying. Wait.. why am I apologizing to mama? Who is that? I should not be crying. No. Now I'm confused.
The floor is wet. That's where I'm sitting after I test how long the chain is and look out the window. I have my legs up to my chest. I don't know my name, I don't know my family, my age. I don't remember anything. It's kinda weird actually. It's like I'm floating around, supposed to remember, but I don't.
Every once in a while I can hear guards walking past the door. Scared that they'll enter. A few times a day they do.
I don't know how much time goes by, but I think a lot when I finally start feeling sleepy again. I can go back to sleep.
Timeskip: next morning.
Someone is harshly throwing me out of my 'bed' and onto the floor. "Вставать. Время балета." (Get up. Time for ballet) the guard says with one of the things I can remember. The harsh mean tone. The cold one, that makes you feel like nothing will ever be ok again.
He takes the hard firm grip on my shoulder that my body clearly remembers. I hold back from wincing. Show no pain. He drags me out into the hall. It almost looks like a prison, if I know what one looks like.
We get to a room where he throws a leotard at me. "Изменять." (Change) the man orders.
I nod and compliant start taking off the set of clothes I'm wearing. Once I'm in the leotard, the firm handgrip is back. We walk a while more, then I start hearing a few hushed voices, but once the sound of the guards boots comes it's complete silence. He throws me into the line.
This time it's not a scared look on my face, not one that wants to know information. No it's a stone face. Exactly what they want me to have. I don't know who I am.. I think. I only know I'm supposed to follow the orders the men tells me. So that's what I will be doing.
"Начинать." (Start) Ivan says coldly. We start dancing synchronized. A normal person wouldn't see a flaw, but to Ivan it's almost never perfect. Something can always be done better. "Опять таки." (Again.) He says shortly. So we do it again. And again. And again. For hours. "Раскол сейчас." (The split now) is the next order. The girls that don't get all the way down will be taken for stretching. I don't remember learning this, but I do know.
Three girls can't get down and are escorted out. Luckily I'm not one of them. "Теперь. Бар." (Now. The bar) Ivan orders as the next thing. He wants all the girls that aren't good enough to get out, make them good enough.
That's five more girls. Now we're six left. He makes us get up to dance more. After what I assume is a few hours, he finally let's us go. The same guard from before enters again. A firm grip on my shoulder. He throws me into the same room I changed in earlier. Ordering me to change, but this time he leaves the room. Locking it of course.
When I take off my shoes I can see the socks are red.. I'm bleeding again. Very well. I'll just have to deal. After a few minutes the guard comes back. He takes his grip on my shoulder and then we're off. Back to my room. Then I'm being told to just sit here.
Hours go by, I think. It's hard to tell time. All I have is the light from outside. I'm starving but that's a normal feeling I've come to know. Maybe the guards will feed me some soon?
And as if I rung a bell another guard, not the same one, comes in. Even though it's a different guy, it's always the same grip. It hurts for every step I'm taking. As if the floor is made of needles and I'm walking barefoot on it.
Clint POV:
"Hey guys! I might've found something" I can hear Wanda yell from Nat's bedroom. I walk fast over there where I'm met with the rest of the team and Wanda whose holding some sort of picture album I actually have never seen before. "Look. I think these are pictures from when Natasha was little, but then who is the blonde younger child?" Wanda asks and points to a picture. "Clint, have you seen this before?"
"No. Actually I haven't. I didn't know she had any pictures from her childhood. She never really talks about it" I answer.
"I think this is the woman that can help us. But how the heck do we find her?" Tony says.
"The only thing I know is that Amelia said something about an auntie Yey before she was taken" Wanda says.
"Hmm Auntie Yey.. that's all we have. That's not a lot" I state. Just then we hear something falling and a voice swearing.
"Nat?" Wanda says. I grab her hand as she's about to walk out into the hall.
"Shh" I say quietly. We slowly make our way out into the hall and down the stairs. Out weapons ready to fire at any point. When we get down we meet a gun pointed towards us.
"Who are you?" It's a woman. Blonde. With an accent.
"We could ask you the same thing" Tony says.
"No, I asked you first- wait. Ah you guys aren't dangerous. You're just the avengers" she says and lowers her gun.
"Yeah we're the-" I start but is I interrupted.
"What do you mean not dangerous?" Tony asks. She just lifts her shoulders.
"Well, you know who we are. Why don't you tell us who you are?" I ask.
"I'm Yelena. Natasha's sister"
Yelena POV:
"Natasha doesn't have any siblings, or family" the man I think is Iron man says.
"Well, then you guys truly didn't know her very well" I say.
"Apparently" the man I know as Clint Barton says sadly.
"Clint. You're a good friend to my sister, aren't you?" I ask him.
"Yes I am" he answers.
"I haven't seen that thing in ages" I say when I see the photo album the girl I don't recognize is holding.
"This is yours?" She asks.
"Well, mine and Nat's. Pictures from when we were younger. Speaking of my sister, where is she? She isn't responding to anything I send" I say as we start walking throughout the house. I see what I managed to pull down. "If Natasha asks, I didn't do that"
"You don't know?" Iron man says.
"Know what?"
"She's missing. Amelia was kidnapped from the Red Room. Now she's missing as well" Clint informs me.
"God. I know where she is" I say and start planning.
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