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@loveisxpromise, kinda sorta plotted with the Doc

Anya was use to being passed off as a robot. No one at this base really knew anything about her. She herself barely remembered anything that would indicate that she wasn't a robot. Except, however, for the blood she shed when she was wounded. To her knowledge, robots didn't bleed.

She was walking behind her current handler, who was talking to someone, a stranger to the base. A medic of some sort, if she heard correctly. The only reason she would need to know anything about them is if they turned hostile. The medic was handed off to someone else and they stayed still for several long seconds before her handler told her to collect a file for someone named 'The Doctor'. This medic, perhaps? A simple nod to indicate she understood the order, and off she went.

She went to the file room, looking for the file, but... it wasn't where it was suppose to be. After some digging, she found it in the R's. The next one was labeled "A. Romanov", one of the few files using the Russian alphabet. Against her better judgement, she picked it up, opening it up. Curiosity wasn't normally an allowed emotion, but there was something about this case. She just couldn't help herself.

And what she read on that first page... it was almost sickening. Or, at least, it would, if she had ever been sick. All those experiments on a small child who could heal..... disgust turned to rage with the realization. Only one HYDRA operative could heal like that: her. This A. Romanov... A must stand for Anya, then. Either way, she didn't exactly have time to continue reading to figure that out. This medic, this "Doctor"... she doubted they were here because of whatever reason they thought.

Stuffing both files into her own bag, she left the file room. First stop, her handler needed to die, or she'll never manage the escape. This Doctor still had a bit until HYDRA would play their cards. She made her way to her handler, allowing her face to return to its normal almost blank expression. A few minutes later, she walked out, a katana disappearing from her hand as she left the room.

When she finally found the room the Doctor was in, they were talking to someone. She stepped in, silent for several seconds before, "The Doctor's presence is being requested in the Infirmary."

Surprise on the agent's face before acceptance. She had permission to take him, and nobody knew anything was off. Yet. That was only a matter of time. With that, she opened the door back up and waited for the Doctor to leave.

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Trying to get her more active again, so...

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@redemptivexheroics,

Anya had been having a fairly nice day here in Smallville so far. She had gotten in early in the morning, before the sun came up. After leaving HYDRA, she figured a small middle of nowhere town would be perfect for them to not think to look. What she hadn't expected was a barista saying that it was nice to see her again. That word specifically: again. After a brief conversation, she learned that she had been with someone named Lex Luthor and then she just... kind of disappeared. Sounded about right, even if the name meant nothing to her. It would seem that she would need to make an unscheduled stop somewhere to get that address.

So, once she had her coffee, she ran into another store and convinced them to give her directions to the Luthor residence. And... upon walking up to the residence in particular, she understood why they had laughed when she had called it that. It was a mansion, and a large one at that.

The security team didn't see her on her way into the building. She was looking for something that looked familiar. If she had been in a relationship with this man, then surely, something would trigger some sort of emotion or memory.

She was about to give up when a security guard walked in, looked surprised, but called her by 'Anya'. So she used her HYDRA-given name with him. Interesting. He didn't seem upset that she was here, just surprised. Putting on a smile that she hoped looked kind and genuine, she asked, "Hey, can you ask Lex to come in? We need to talk." And he happily agreed and left the room.

With that, she went to the desk and sat down to wait. Boots on the desk as she leaned back in the chair and her file out to read. Even if he could read Russian, there was a big difference between understanding Russian and knowing Russian medical terms. She was a native speaker... or at least, she thought she was... and she was still having trouble understanding everything that HYDRA did to her.

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Not An AC Shadows Spoiler

PC Users: you need an SSD Drive, not an HDD Drive, for the game to work properly. You have been warned!

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"Seems to me the best way to protect her would be to kill him.... But then you become the villain the media thinks you are." It was an attempt at a joke... mostly. It was the most logical. But did he actually have the stomach for murder? She highly doubted it. And she was almost positive she wasn't allowed to act out against his father given he was the one having HYDRA send her in in the first place.

"Oh, let's be clear here. You do have daddy issues," she joked, a smile forming on her lips. "But I don't think they're unwarranted. And, as long as you don't let dear old dad control you, it doesn't have to be a bad thing."

She let her gaze go away from the man she just outed and back to Lex once more. "Personally, you're better company anyway."

"Yeah, Lena doesn't deserve to be harassed by him. He can treat me however he wants; I won't let him do the same to her. I would take a bullet for my sister, though if something were to happen to me, I fear she would no longer be safe." Lex said as he took a drink from his glass and set it down, signaling the bartender for a refill.

"Something we can both agree on, what entertainment value does some good guy have unless the media can break them down and expose stuff they don't want out there, it's honestly the start of a villain arc in most cases, but at least not everyone thinks I'm some spoiled rich kid with daddy issues."

Lex looked over at the guy she pointed out. He chuckled. "It seems that way."

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Anastasia stopped short as she heard someone speak to her, her hand instinctively going for the blade she had taken to using. Shao Jun may have disappeared, at least for now, but that didn't mean she didn't know how to fight thanks to her. And this Assassin-Templar fight had nearly cost her her life dozens of times in this short time.

"Depends on who you think I am," she said, holding the blade in his hiding place still. "And why you're really looking for that person you think I am." She was not going to end up in a room, nearly getting killed because of being naive a second time.

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Julia took measure of the young woman standing before her. She certainly did resemble the images of the young grand duchess that haunted the newspapers and magazines. After a moment, she spoke softly, her voice a mixture of hope and hesitation.

"I've spent so long searching for you," Julia said, her eyes locking onto Anastasia's. "Trying to piece together the fragments of a life lost to history… I need to know if you’re truly her, the one we've all been waiting for."

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Anya smiled as she heard him speak of protecting his sister. "Protective of your sister? That's good." Some part of her like it in more than just part of her job. But this wasn't about her, this man was a job, nothing more.

A laugh escaped her lips as she heard him speak of the propaganda in the media. "I'll let you in on a secret, Lex Luthor. The media hates everyone as long as it is profitable to hate them. If you are good guy, eventually it will stop bringing them money to hate you. To me, you are 'rich kid stuck in father's shadow with no idea how to get out'. Might have you a bit ignorant on how normal people live, but that doesn't make you bad person."

Anya looked around, as if she was looking for the guy she came in. In reality, she found a guy who fit college age, and pointed to him. He had a woman on his arm currently. With that, she looked back to Lex. "I think he'll survive."

"And give my father the satisfaction of thinking he's won? No thanks; besides, he'll just go after my sister; I'd rather he focus on me and leave Lena out of it." Lex said. The moment Lex accepted defeat was the moment his father would harass Lena, who disowned him as her father, the only person in their twisted family she cared for, was him, and he made damn sure Lionel Luthor didn't bother her.

Lex shrugged. "I don't know, but I'm curious to know what you are thinking if I'm, you're not getting 'big bad wolf' vibes from me; nice to know someone out there doesn't believe all the propaganda the media likes to spit out."

Watching as the bartender bought her the drink, she ordered and walked off. "That poor bastard must be bragging right now, I hope you let him down gently," Lex laughed.

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Anya pulls out the phone one more time, snaps a picture of the girl, and stuffs it back into her pocket. With that, she walked out the door, closing it behind her. She looked back to the house, a jetpack appearing on her back.

As quickly as she was there, she took off into the air, heading back to the plane. The sooner she was done, the sooner she would be debriefed and wouldn't have to worry about whatever child that was. There was something about what happened that... didn't sit right with her. She wasn't sure what the emotion was or how to process it, but it wouldn't matter in a few minutes.

"хорошо" Donna murmured, she believed it. This girl... her movements, it all seemed ... almost robotic... like a puppet or one of those wind up toys Amazonian inventors had thought of for her and Diana. The girl did everything without visible emotion, just went about her tasks. no mutterings to herself, no looking around curiously... it was more determined, single minded, like a task to be completed.

Donna, held onto the nearby side table, watching the redhead depart... Whoever these people were, whoever had sent this stranger... was dangerous to her family. The sooner Diana was informed, the better.

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Anya looked back to the girl when she heard her speak to her, this time in Russian. So the girl had seen her screen. She had better eye sight than the average person did. That was... slightly concerning. Just what other secrets did this girl hold? It wasn't as if she expected many French kids to also know Russian, after all.

"Оставайся внизу или умри. Я не буду предупреждать вас снова." It wasn't a threat. It was a promise. Anya didn't do empty threats. If she said something, she meant it.

Donna watched her go, every fiber of her being begging to rush forward, to tackle her and grab the phone... break it... but the second picture wasn't anything important- a work function for Diana Prince... if whoever she was working for knew where they lived, they knew where Diana worked already. Russian, she'd glimpsed russian on the little screen.... what did they want with Diana?

Diana, she could feel her... she'd come home any minute now. Donna moved forward, leaning against furniture as if to keep her balance. One last ditch effort to communicate.

"что ты хочешь?"

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Anya watched the girl for several seconds, and a brow raised at her words, before she moved back to the task at hand. Another photograph, with a lot of people near her? Family? Friends? Hard to tell, but she figured HYDRA could figure it out. She pulled out her phone again, snapping another photo a moment before it vibrated.

A message. Она идет. Убирайся оттуда. A warning of impending superhero. She put the phone in her pocket once more before heading to the door of the house.

Definitely not human... Donna wasn't sure what the girl was, but she was certain, it was better to keep up the ruse for now. There were many ways to win a battle, not just charging ahead against an unknown enemy. She could still observe... for example, now she knew the girl could summon weapons at will... had the speed and accuracy, almost equal to an Amazon...

"If you wanted a house tour, all you had to do was ask." She snarked, holding up her hands, before leaning against the wall as if fighting off dizziness. If Nim was any indication, sarcasm was normal in human teenagers- especially at the most inappropriate moments.

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Anya, while outwardly looking as if she was engrossed in seeing all she could of the house, was very aware the girl was moving. The dagger was back in her hand in an instant and she tossed it at the girl, landing in the wall an inch away from her face. A warning shot.

The girl finally looked back to her as the dagger disappeared from the wall and reappeared in her hand. The black haired girl was hurt, it would not go well for her if she tried to fight with her. If she was capable of hoping for something, she would hope the girl would not do something stupid right now.

Donna watched, waited as the footsteps faded... moved down the hall. Keeping her distance, moving slowly, clumsily, to not give herself away. She was hurt,, she was no threat.... but this girl was something else.

It took everything in her not to run forward and break the intruder's phone. Whatever she wanted with that picture, it wouldn't be good. Diana couldn't survive losing Steve Trevor a third time... if they knew he was important to her.

Diana... come home, now.

She needed to get to her room, get to the lasso at the back of her closet... it couldn't force the truth but it'd be more than strong enough to restrain the girl until her sister came home.

Get to her room.... grab her lasso.... don't run... stumble a little... slow down, hold her head...

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Anya looked around, looking for more things to take with her. This room was pretty barren. But... if she had the daughter hurt in here, then she was free to explore the rest of the house in the few minutes she had left. She could probably find something else for them to use out there.

In one fluid movement, she moved from the filing cabinet to the open door, leaving the room. She was immediately drawn to a picture of this Wonder Woman next to a blonde-ish brunette man. Pulling out her phone from a pocket, she snapped a picture of it, slipping the phone back inside the pocket. If nothing else, this man would be a decent target if they wanted to hurt this Wonder Woman.

Donna sat up, then went back down- like the boy at school who’d taken one too many hits with a dodgeball. A groan escaping her lips as her eyes watched the girl. Very red hair… not very tall…. Her clothes…. No logo- no identifying qualities at all.

A file… she took a file, but which one? What for? Donna waited, making a mental note of where she’d pulled it from. Another message to Diana was sent.