A/n - I own nothing

Chapter 1

"Meadow?" Director Boris snapped as he sat down in his black leather chair.

"Why did you choose me?" I cut him off suspiciously.

"You are one of our best agents, completely capable of-" He started.

"Bullshit, you're a sexist asshole. If you wanted just an agent you would have given it to one of your boys to handle." I raised a penchant eyebrow daring him to deny it.

"I prefer traditionalist." He drawled "I would have fired a man who spoke to me like that."

"Pussy has its perks." Gratitude gripped my tone, as I repeated the mocking of my fellow male agents. As the youngest and only female foreign exchange operative, the bottom of the food chain laid little ole me. The sneaky bastard was up to something I'm sure, to call me in for an important mission.

"Alpha team has been assigned infiltration surveillance of the Avengers." Boris undid his suit button so he could lean forward to open a draw. Withdrawing a folder, he chucked it in front of me.

"What's this?" I was itching to tip open the cover to have a look, but held myself back. What exactly was I getting into? I had known this was about the Avengers, but I had no idea it was going to be this important.

"So why do you need me?" I asked frowning. I was fresh from the academy, I was good, but this was a high level case to be trusted with. It had been made clear to me the coveted internship had only been given it to me to please the higher ups by filling agent diversity quota's. While they had no intention on actually using my skills.

"Head office assessed each female member across every government agency for this mission." Boris cleared his throat, the awkwardness fuelling my concern. "And found that you are the best match."

"For what?" Then it dawned on me. Oh jesuz H Christ. I felt like face palming as I flipped open the cover of the folder to find the profile of one Steve Rogers, confirming my new suspicions on the nature of this assignment. Oh yeah.

"You want me to use my oh so delicate feminine charms to woo Captain America? Are you serious?" God I would have loved to see that board meeting. Fuck. Seriously? My first serious mission had to be this? If I turned this down…would they ever even give me another?

"You will be compensated well." His words slowly trailed off as my silent 'do I look like a hooker' expression made it clear as to what I thought about that.

"You don't have to sleep with him…necessarily." Boris sighed "But it would help you to gain his trust. He isn't you know BAD looking, my ah…wife thinks he's a looker."

"Having to look at your face every day I met she'd say that about a cane toad." I muttered. But that wasn't the point. He's Captain America … plus I'd never even had a boyfriend. I had gone to an all girl's school then transferred to the academy that had a no fraternisation policy. My 'feminine charms' extended as far as knowing when to give up on cooking a healthy meal and just order pizza.

"What?" Boris scowled.

"Nothing, look I'd love to help out with Project Seduce and Spy, but I'm not interested. If I do this as my first mission, they'll never respect me. You know that." I hated for that little slip of emotion. This really did suck. But I just couldn't betray someone's trust like that, it was too personal.

Boris for the first time said nothing. We both knew I was right. Boris was oddly serious.

"This is an urgent case; we don't have much time to get you in position." I was silent. They would just have to find someone else. Though if they had matched me with Captain America their process must be seriously broken.

"If it were anyone else, I would argue with you. But you're too stubborn for that to do much good once you have made up your mind. So I'll just ask you one last time. Are you sure you won't do this?" He halted his words at the end like he wanted to say more. His tone implying, he hadn't finished his sentence but he had stopped himself.

I stood up, pushing the file back at him. He had gotten very still. I nodded in his direction, he had earned the slightest molecule of respect for not lying to my face. Then again, If I didn't get another mission I would be the butt of many jokes anyway.

Willingly….it came to me that that's what Boris had been about to say. 'Was I sure I wasn't going to do this willingly?' That prickled something instinctually. I opened the door – but they were too fast for me to react. I felt a sting before the room went psychedelic. Boris's hard face was the last thing I saw hovering above me, as I slid to the hard floor.

I expected my vision to fade to black. But I wasn't given that privilege. It took me a moment to realise I couldn't hear or see clearly more a whirring of colour, noise and feeling. Time was absent. Abruptly I felt I was being lifted then placed on a hard reclined chair like one you would find at the dentists.

I tried to look around, expecting to see Boris's office…but I was in a completely different room. Though I had not felt neither the passage of time nor the memory of moving. But it was obvious I wasn't in the office anymore. A Bright surgical light made my vision go white. I knew it should hurt my eyes, but I couldn't feel the pain.

An aluminium looking disk flickered with electrical lights on a tray beside the chair. An MCS…Mandatory Compliance System….no…no…n-nno. They had been created as a hijacking device, by turning the brain into an electrical circuit that could be translated by computer program. While they couldn't govern my thoughts they could control the release of chemicals and hormones to influence my emotions and actions. I knew they would block my memory for as long as possible, but it would only be temporary if it were my personality they thought he would be drawn to…they were going to make me genuinely love him chemically, physically and mentally before I remembered I'm programed to...and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I stared up at the white coats that dominated my vison, unable to fight. Unable to speak. To scream in anger and frustration. Strangely an image of my mother flashed in my mind. Losing my parents whom I had loved with a child's unquestioning heart had nearly destroyed me. All i could think, was going to hurt like a bitch.

This time everything did fade to black, but still i dreamt of stunning bright blue eyes.

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Please review! Am writing the next installment now. What do ya think?

Am writting the next installment now. What do ya think?