Talia's POV
"Owen its so nice to see you again! " i chirp sarcastically.  Deckard elbows me in the side silently telling me to shut up. Rolling my eyes at deckard i flip him off.
"Now, now talia. That wasn't very nice." Owen teases making me roll my eyes.
"You know Owen perhaps the little fox should be punished." Deckard suggests. Owen just nods and Deckard grabs me from behind and throws me into a cell.

"What no 'hail HYDRA'? Shaw?" I snark glaring harshly at the Shaw brothers.

"Naive ( Naivno)
Hostile ( Vrazhdebnyy)
Seventeen ( Semnadtsat')
Eclipse ( Zatmeniye)
One ( Odin)
Firestorm ( Ognennaya burya)
June ( Iyun')
Seventh ( Sed'moy)
Raven ( Voron)" Owen says in Russian as i quickly try to cover my ears though it does me no good as the trigger words take hold.