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Melancholia- Chapter 5

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           “Why is this necessary?” I huffed, slouching in the seat of the limo despite the fact that I was wearing and potentially wrinkling a 2000-dollar dress.  

           “Scarlette,” Alexander sighed.

           “After your father died unexpectedly, you disappeared for a year. You didn’t expect people to notice? This is your first appearance back into society, and this event is the perfect one. There will be cameras, and many people who have known your family for many years. So, stop rolling those eyes, and put on a pleasant smile before this car moves an inch.”

           I knew that he was right. I wasn’t a little 14-year old girl anymore, but now 17-year-old girl now with no parents. I was essentially an adult now and had to act like one. But I still hated these parties.

           Although, when I had signed up to essentially be a spy of sorts, living a double life wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.

           As I tried to appear like my mood was picking up, that all went downhill when Emelia walked into the car. She wore a long, silk dress with a low neckline, making sure that her boobs were pushed out. I think that she had a great amount of satisfaction in knowing that she was the one between us with boobs, and I was one with a pretty unimpressive pair. Her competitive streak had literally come to this.

The tension in the car thickened within an instant of her walking in. There was no other form of communication other than quick death threatening stares between the two of us.

           She had been especially angry at me today because I kicked her ass again in training in front of a bunch of people. Getting her ass kicked multiple times in training sessions by the brand-new person who hadn’t even gone on her first mission yet had definitely put a huge dent in her incredibly large ego.

There was a moment where I was almost sure that she was going to kill me when she pulled a knife out and pressed it against my neck. Real weapons in our non-specialized training sessions were against the rules, so it was obvious that it was a very impulsive move on her part. Had the trainer not been there to yell at her to get off of me, I might have been a very injured Scarlette.

           “Seriously, girls. When are you guys going to start getting along?” Alexander protested after watching us mentally murder each other for 10 minutes.

           Emelia snorted, letting that be the last word in the car before arriving at our destination.

           As the car slowed down, and we had arrived at the party my hands started to sweat. This was my introduction back into society as a young woman, and I knew that the press was going to have a field day with taking my photo everywhere I went, analyzing everything I did. I was more nervous about this event than I was imagining my first assignment. I had already been told what to say when I was being questioned, so besides that, I just had to smile and act pretty.

           When I walked out of the car, it felt like a war zone. Cameras flashed nonstop in my face as tons of press members swarmed around me with question after question. It was all incredibly overwhelming. Somehow maintained my composure and answered questions with the story that I had been given to tell, and smiled for pictures as Alexander and Emelia walked into the party unbothered.

~Present day~

            Of course, I was busted. I had been somewhat of a public figure since I was born; it was so stupid of me to think that I could stay hidden away forever just because I wasn’t a Kardashian or something.

When Tony had turned the tablet to face me, it featured an article with the headline, ’17-Year-old Billionaire, Scarlette Dalton return from Neverland?’

It was a very old article with photos taken from my first event in Washington since I had come back from Russia when I was 17. An article with a pretty shitty title in my honest opinion.

It was my debut back into society after a year of being MIA after the death of my father. The story was that I went out of the country to travel, and have some peace and quiet for figure my life out. Unbeknownst to everyone else, I had been away being trained to be an assassin.

My demeanor had changed instantly, and I had to let the innocent stance go. For the first time since Stark showed up at my door, Lola was dead in an instant. I was Scarlette again.

“Alright, what do you want to know?” I sighed, slouching over the table.

The two men across from me looked at each other, raising an eyebrow in sync before turning back to me.

“Everything.”

…

My heart raced, my hands shook, and I was leaning over a trash can in the far corner, throwing up. This was especially fun since it had been over 24 hours since I had actually eaten anything.

I felt raw. Every part of my body hurt, and yet nobody had laid a finger on me. I had spent 3 hours being interrogated about my past. Even though I was talking nonstop about my own story for this amount of time, it felt as though I  had barely scratched the surface.

I had to talk about why I joined, when I joined, how many people I had killed, why I left, who I knew, who I was still in contact with. It was all so draining. So much of that stuff I wasn’t ready nor had talked to one single person about.

Every one of those subjects that I had to talk about, I could go on for days about if I had to go into detail. Which I had no intention of doing with Stark.

           Going back to those incredibly dark places that put me into the situation I was in now with someone who could have me locked up for the rest of my life was a completely different experience than talking to someone I was in love with who had been in similar situations.

           I knew that going back to those life-altering moments would be tough, but I had no clue that it would feel as though my insides were being ripped apart by guilt. The more I talked, the more pathetic I felt, and the more I hated myself. It really sunk in how horrible, ruthless, but naïve I was in those days.

           Now, the weight of every single thing that was said to me, and everything that I had to confess was weighing on me to the point of physical illness.

           I stood back up after almost 5 minutes of leaning over a trash can letting go of last week’s lunch, feeling even more humiliated that I already had before, and sat back down.

           After about 2 hours Rhodes had decided that he was no longer useful since Tony and I did most of the back and forth talk.

           “You’re not pregnant, are you?” Tony huffed.

           I sniffled, narrowing my eyes. That was not what I was expecting to hear from him.

           “What?”

           Tony rolled his eyes.

           “Rogers spilled the beans that you and Barnes were fucking. Are. You. Pregnant?”

           “No,” I responded quickly, allowing myself to sound annoyed.

           “Are you sure?” I continued on suspiciously.

            “Hydra made sure that would never happen so, I’m sure.”

           He nodded, tilting his head as if he were confused.

           “We’re going to get back to that, but I digress-”

           “So what’s next?” I interrupted.

           My voice was so shaken and defeated at this point.

           “For you?” Tony replied.

           “Yeah. For me. I just confessed a bunch of shit, and unlike someone else who is in your custody, I did it all voluntarily. So, yes! I want to know what the fuck is next. Prison? Execution?”

           He raised an eyebrow. Maybe it was my tone. I hadn’t realized that I had gotten pretty aggressive with how I spoke. But it was all coming out of pure fear and desperation.

           “Do you think that you’re just going to sit here for 3 hours and that’s it?” He inquired.  

           My body went numb. A million different possibilities went through my mind and none of them were good. What else did they want to do to me? I knew the idea of being interrogated for a few hours and just being let go was not part of the plan at all. But the way he said what he had just said push me even farther off the edge.

           “I think that you have key info, and stories that you’re not letting up on. And honestly…I think that we could use you. In fact, I think that we will use it. It’s official.”

           I paused for a moment, taking in the words that had just escaped his mouth. I processed what he said, and started laughing.

           I laughed in hysterics. It was the type of laughter that happens when you’re so incredibly devoid of emotion that you can’t even cry. The kind of laugh that doesn’t even come from your soul, because you’re pretty sure that it was ripped away from you. That type of laugh that makes you want to say, ‘Just fucking kill me already.’

           “Use me?”

He took in a deep breath, maintaining a serious face as he leaned forward on his elbows speaking in a very low tone.

“Dalton, do you think that we didn’t know that Hydra was rearing a couple of its ugly heads back?”

I blinked, still dumbfounded.

“What if I told you that we have a pretty significant number of people on this compound who are in the exact same position as you that are in. Ex-Hydra members who are helping us narrow down how Hydra works, and how to take them down when the time comes?”

I continued to stare at him as if he had just grown an extra two heads from his neck on command. This was absolutely insane. There was no way that the words that I had heard were the actual words that came out of his mouth.

“Ex-Hydra members?” I exhaled shakily.

“Yes,” he replied as if I had just asked him a stupid question.

I looked away, feeling as if I had just been punched in the lungs.

“No,” I mumbled, shaking my head like a mad woman.

“No?” He responded.

“No, I’m not playing this little game!” I spat.

“This isn’t happening. This is a bad idea. Shut it down. Now!”

What the hell were they thinking, acting as though it was a good idea to have supposedly ex-hydra members working with them? This was like Hydra members being within S.H.I.E.L.D all over again, except they were just being invited in like some Weekend at Bernie’s.

He leaned back, chuckling to himself.

“What’s so funny?” I continued shaking my head, looking him dead in the eye.

“Trust me. We keep a very close eye.” He replied, still not answering my question.

“Yeah, sure. Until someone finds a way to hide plans!” I exclaimed.

“No. There is no way I’m joining your little secret club. There is no fucking way.”

He shook his head. I knew that he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He didn’t like being around people who did that.

“Scarlette…” He sighed.

“After everything you’ve confessed to. Do you really think that you have much of a choice?”

I sat for a good two minutes not saying anything. Most of that time I was just focused on not bursting into tears, or vomiting all over the table.

“So you’re holding me as a prisoner here is what you’re saying.” I managed to choke out, holding back tears.

“I didn’t say that specifically.” He said, folding his hands together on the table.

“How you choose to interpret it is your choice.”

I took in a deep breath, telling myself that maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad. Not that I had much of a choice. I couldn’t go back home, whatever that meant. But perhaps giving myself the illusion that I had a choice was better than putting up a fight at this point. So, I chose to at least try to listen to what Tony had to say about it all.

“Okay.” I exhaled.

“What’s next?”

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