Β« I'm not a robber Β» part 3 :
Natasha sighs and grabs my forearm, as if her patience has vanished.
"Your name is Y/n, you grew up in the Red Room, with Yelena Belova and me. You're supposed to remember that you became a killing machine for the good of Hydra and the Red Room!"
My gaze can't help but shift from his to Bucky's (hoping that's his name), my heart keeps pounding in my chest as if I'm going to lose him along the way.
The young woman continues to look at me, perhaps hoping that I will say "yes, it's me," but I am instead paralyzed with fear.
"I don't know what you're talking about..." I finally said, pulling my arm away to gain some distance.
Bucky sighs in frustration and runs a hand over his face, probably trying to stay calm.
I don't understand the situation at all !
"What's the Red Room ?" I finally ask, thinking that maybe, with more details, I could try to understand...
They don't have time to answer me before a huge crash shakes the ground, and by reflex, I leave the living room and run down a corridor to arrive in a sort of laboratory filled with trinkets.
This place is fucking huge !
A man in his thirties stands behind a desk, grumbling about the small object in his hands. When he sees me, he blanchs as if I were a ghost.
""Hi," I try, a little embarrassed.
Bucky walks over quietly and stands to my left against the doorframe.
"She doesn't remember anything, Stark," he said, looking at him.
I let out a nervous chuckle. Stark? Like "Stark Industries" ?
He gets up from his chair and comes over to me.
"You really don't remember anything?"
I turn my head away, not understanding how I forgot so much of my life. Even though I didn't really understand what Natasha was explaining to me.
"Not even completely crazy ciborg ?"
I burst out laughing when I saw the comparison with Bucky, I felt that I would like this man, he seemed to have a sense of humor.
He smiles at me and invites me to sit behind the desk. I get the feeling he means well deep down.
"You're Tony Stark, right?"
"Exactly, I see you've already met Mr. Barnes and Natasha. I understand that this is probably very unsettling, but you're going to have to trust them."
"I could trust them if they were going to kidnap me!" I said, looking Bucky in the eyes, still thinking about how I ended up here against my will.
Tony grabs a small metal box and places it in front of me. I'm expecting a machine that might suck out my brain, but there's a small *tic* and the lid of the box opens.
A small dancer figurine emerges and spins around, making a soft sound. Why is he showing me a child's object ?
Seeing my lost look, he smiled.
"It's yours, Y/n. I kept it, hoping to see you again to give it back to you."
"There is a question I ask myself..."
He sits down opposite me and crosses his arms over his chest, ready to listen to me.
"If I really forgot such a big part of my life, why did the brute with the aluminum arm come looking for me only now ?"
Tony can't hold back a laugh unlike Bucky who glares at me.
"We're looking for a rather valuable item that seems to have disappeared. Wanda said you were the one who hid it before disappearing."
Surprise is written all over my face when I hear this, a precious object ? That I've hidden ?
Instead of answering me, he straightens up and turns to Natasha who has just arrived.
(I forgot to mention it but if sometimes you feel translation problems, please excuse me, I am French π₯Ή)
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