Chapter 11

Old or Young?

You waited a few seconds before you heard a lock turn and a man, Ivan, stood in the doorway.

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Ivan stood there a look of shock and worry washing across his face as his eyes traveled between you, Clint, and Natasha. You predicted his actions and put your foot forward as he tried to close the door.

"Sorry, Ivan, I need you to sign a waiver in order to get your package." You said, you heard Clint chuckle a little from behind you. Clint moved forward and pushed the door open causing Ivan to stumble backwards. You entered after Clint.

"Ivan, we need you to answer some questions we have. If you answer honestly and without any fighting back you will walk away from this unharmed." Said Clint. Ivan slowly nodded still watching Natasha, who had her head down staring at the floor insteads of meeting his eyes.

"C-can I offer you anything to drink?" He asked, showing you and Clint the way to the kitchen.

"No thanks." You said. As you and Natasha took a seat at a table. Ivan sat across from you and Clint sat next to Ivan, across from Natasha.

"So where do you want to begin?" Asked Ivan.

"In what way are you and Natasha related?" Asked Clint

"We're not. Well, at least not by blood. But in sense I am her guardian." Answered Ivan.

"And who are you exactly?" You asked.

"My name is Ivan Petrovitch. I am a world war two vet." Said Ivan. You shot a glance at Clint but he clearly didn't get why the information alarmed you.

"When did you meet Natasha?" You asked

"She was tossed to me as an infant from a building that was burning down during world war two." Said Ivan. 'If she was an infant during world war two she should be a lot…. older  looking and Ivan should be, dead.' You thought.

"And how old are you Mr. Petrovitch?" You asked

"I do believe you must have some sort of privacy rules, right?" Asked Ivan, you nodded. He clearly did not want to say how old he was, but that only made you more skeptical.

"There are privacy rules for you, but none for Natasha. When was she born?" You asked.

"Somewhere around 1930 ish." Answered Ivan.

"So when you say she was in infant you mean she was around 6?" You asked.

"Yeah…" Answered Ivan. You must have made a weird look or something because you realised both Clint and Ivan were staring at you. You looked at Natasha who was also looking at you, she sighed.

"It's not exactly what you think." Said Natasha.

"If those dates are right you should be like 80 something now." You said. "and Mr. Petrovitch would be even older than that." Clint all of a sudden understood what was going on. Ivan didn't look any older than 40 maybe and Natasha looked like she was in her late twenties maybe thirties.

"You… umm… Hawkeye a little help?" You asked not sure what to say next.

"I believe she means, How on earth do you guys look so… not in your eighties?" Said Clint you mentally face palmed at his choice of words.

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