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──── ❝ appetite for destruction ❞

CHAPTER SEVEN
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•◦• ACT ONE, the awakening
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She was born with an insatiable appetite for destruction.

Six months. That's how long it's been since Zinoviya has been with her father. The five year old girl was cherishing every single moment of being with her soldier. Almost every day was the same, but that's what she liked about it. She already knew what was coming, she didn't need to prepare herself for any different.

But unbeknownst to Zinoviya, today was different.

The five year old was sitting on the cot, as usual, and she was toying with small wooden blocks that Ms. Pellish had given her. The little girl had grown used to the woman, though, she didn't fully trust her. Yes, the woman could be polite, but she could betray her at any moment. And Zinoviya didn't want that.

Just moments ago, her soldier left the facility, not saying anything about the task he had been given. He had only swiftly put dark makeup over his eyes, and a mask, along with his usual uniform, and he disappeared. Zinoviya didn't question him, she never did. She knew better than to speak unless spoken to.

The child rarely ever spoke, only when her and her father were alone. She trusted him, and she always will. He treated her with such care, and the nicknames he gave her made her feel so special, because she knows for a fact that no one will ever, treat her with such kindness.

The loud metal door opened, and Mister Pierce walked in, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Follow me," The man spat in English, he didn't know much Russian, so he usually had his second in command do the speaking to the ones who didn't understand. Zinoviya, on the other hand, understood English, she just wasn't fluent in speaking it. She silently thanked her father for teaching her. She stood up without question, watching as the guard, who stood next to the superior, twisted the key in the hold and swung the cell door open. She stepped out cautiously, following behind the man. She could hear his dress shoes clipping against the floor, and she furrowed her eyebrows.

She could also hear the heavy breathing of the man behind her, and occasionally the feeling of a gun being pressed to the back of her head to keep her moving forward. She was tense the entire time.

They soon reached another side of the large facility, a place in which she had never seen. It was all unfamiliar to her, and she didn't like it. Not one bit.

On a normal day, she would wake up, attempt to ignore the guards who sniggered at her every move, and she would play around with her wooden blocks, or even the hem of her shirt. The girl just couldn't stay still. Her tiny hands always found their way to anything they could reach, and most of the time, it was her fathers large hands.

It brought a sense of comfort for her. Being able to feel him. She had been away from him many times before, and she hated it. Each time it was torture alone. She was scared, and had no one else. He was the one who looked out for her. And he always would be.  

It was quite pathetic, honestly. The girl knew she was pathetic, she could even feel it. Why else would they be doing this to her? They had no reason to --At least, not one that she's aware of, and yet, here she is, sobbing almost every day because of the bad mens behavior.

And she knew crying would get her in even more trouble, but she did it anyways.

She couldn't help it.

The superior looked to an unknown man who was standing in front of the door, his hands holding something behind his back. He didn't look like a guard, he was dressed in a black shirt, a black hat and baggy blue jeans. He returned the nod before stepping forward, catching the girl, who was looking down at her feet the whole time, off guard as he placed a bag over her head. She let out a squeak of surprise before waving her arms around, due to not being able to see where she is going.

"Помощь" Help, She pleaded desperately, hearing the large door squeak open, she was pushed forward, and she stumbled to her knees before letting out a gasp of shock. Her hands immediately went to the ground and wove themselves through the snow, she let out a cry of joy, yet pure confusion.

Tears sprung to her eyes, even though she couldn't see, and suddenly she was gripped harshly and brought to her feet, before being dragged through the snow.

"Вставать" Get up, A guard spat, glaring at the girl With a disgusted glint in his eyes. The girl let out a cry as she was harshly thrown into a van, the door slamming shut behind her.

"Пожалуйста" Please, She begged, her words ripping through her throat like flames, her voice weak as she sobbed. She was scared. She had never even been outside, and she was expected to stay silent? She couldn't help but feel anger flare up in her as she continue to cry. Her chest was heaving as she thought back to her father, where was he? Was he going to be angry with her?

The girl was constantly asking herself those types of questions, she felt she owed it to everyone to obey, and to not let them down. Which she did. Each time she let them down it felt like a stab in her gut all over again, knowing she was letting her superiors down upset her. She wanted to make them proud. More importantly, she wanted to have a purpose.

But, she did have a job, a purpose. And if she didn't fulfill the purpose, everything would have been for nothing. They need her to be the new face, and if she isn't, HYDRA will fall, and they will have to wait years to find a replacement.

Only that wouldn't be possible, because this little girl can't be replaced.

They needed to play this out right, because if not, they will burn.

They couldn't afford for that to happen.

After about three hours of driving, only Zinoviya's sniffles filling the silence, they came to a stop. She didn't know where they were, having been too afraid to even dare to mutter a word to the guard that was sat next to her. Though, luckily, he had taken the bag off of her.

The said guard stood up, opening the door and ushering the five year old out. She tilted her head In confusion at their surroundings, there was a large building, that looked much nicer than what Zinoviya was used to. Doing this, she took a moment to glance back at the snow, it was odd. She could feel the white, cold powder slush in-between her toes, causing her to scrunch her face up as she shivered, her teeth chattering repeatedly.

The girl hesitantly followed the guard up the steps, her left hand absentmindedly tugging on her hair. She glanced up as the wooden door opened, and out came a blonde woman, who had dirty blonde hair that was pulled into a neat bun, and bright red lipstick painted on her lips. She wore a navy blue, tight dress that reached her knees. Her hands were clasped over her stomach, and a the corner of her lips tugged into a light smirk.

Zinoviya thought she looked fairly pretty, but she didn't like the chills that ran down her arms in the older woman's presence.

The blonde woman fixated her gaze onto the child in front of her, taking in her dark, damp hair that had a hint of cherry red in it. The same color that reminded her of the infamous black widows. She could feel anger coursing through her veins just at the thought of the two red headed girls, causing her to clench her jaw slightly. She examined Zinoviya's dusted blue eyes that held a hint of green and how they were clouded with tears.

Zinoviya Barnes looked utterly broken.

But the blonde woman could fix that.

She also spotted the large eye bags that were prominent just above her cheekbones.

The tear stains were very visible on her face, along with the cuts that embedded themselves into her skin. She studied the girls clothes, the large ripped T-shirt that reached just above her shins.

The blonde woman peered back up at the guard and sent him a nod, not wanting to be in his presence any longer. And the guard left, but not before crouching down into the little girls ear and whispering, 'Hail HYDRA', he then returned to the van and drove off. Zinoviya froze, why did they leave her? She suspected they would soon enough, that they would get tired of her, and find her as dead weight. But why now? Why not way earlier. . .

And what did 'Hail HYDRA' mean?

The woman gave Zinoviya a small smile as she turned, her head was held high as she began to walk forward, placing a hand on her lower back, to which Zinoviya flinched at, and guided her into the large building.

The sounds of her heels clipping against the tiles echoed. The woman's voice was strong as she spoke, her voice like a snake that can slither their way into anyones mind and manipulate you into anything they wish.

Like as if she could see the future, and knew exactly what to say, in order to get you wrapped around her finger. Which she did, she knew exactly what to say, and what was going to happen.

"Hello, little one. My name is Madame B. Welcome to The Black Widow Program."

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