disclaimer: I do not own any Marvel/Avenger characters, I only own her (The Killer Butterfly)
This is 9 years before the Avengers movie, Iron Man, Thor, etc.
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The Killer Butterfly
The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing. [Einstein]
Chapter 1: And so it begins
It all begins with the Target.
They never did know what killed them. It only took a second between pulling that trigger and that bullet hitting its mark. I had almost been 18 when I first realized I could make money, correction, a lot of money, doing other people's dirty business for them. I didn't have to worry about friends or family, but I guess this is why it's known as a lonely life. Your clients only know you by the name you make for yourself. Your marks only know you as the person that takes you away from this world, most of the time they don't even know you as that. It can be a good life as an assassin, if you live long enough to enjoy it. Not that you'll have anyone to enjoy it with, but then again that is one of the reasons you're so good. No connections to anyone, no familiar faces to recognize you, and no one to miss you when you're gone. There are only a whole lot of clients, marks, and competition out there. It only takes one thing; one false move, one angry client, and one mark that fights back, one competitor that shoots first, one shot that doesn't go right, one person who now wants you dead, one moment when you're actually the target and not a lot of room for mistakes. But that's the world I belong to now…
I knew this was going to be a bad once I told him I would do it. The look he gave me was one that said it all. I hadn't known much about the mark, but I did know about the 250 thousand that the client was offering if I got it done within the next 2 weeks. He handed me a file that was big enough to be a college textbook. I was surprised by him and everything he did. Not many clients really go into details about who they want dead, but this guy gave me everything about the mark. I never really cared about who I was killing or why. I mean don't we all have a reason to be killed, it's not like anybody is a really an angel, we've all done something bad in our lives...just some more than others.
"I don't care how," he said with a thick accent. Sounded Austrian, maybe, who knows there are some interesting types of people out there. I just nodded my head and turned to leave with the file in my hand.
"May I ask a question?" He asked, I turned to him and nodded my head.
"How does a girl like you get into a business like this?" He asked, I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes.
"Easy, I learned how to pull a trigger, not miss." I said, turned towards the door and started walking away.
"The Killer Butterfly, interesting name how did you get it?" I stopped, this time I didn't even try to stop myself from rolling my eyes, I turned my head to side, and let out a long deep sigh. The one thing I really hated in this world was unneeded questions and these ones, were driving me crazy.
"Because they never expect it when I kill them." I turned my head back facing the door and walked out.
I kept walking all the way to my car, got in and drove away. I got to my hotel and went into my room and flopped down on the bed. I grabbed the file opened it and organized everything around me on the bed. I looked at the clock, it was already past eleven. I sat up and started looking at the file.
Name: Ben Anders
Age: 25
Height: 6'1
Hair color: brown
Eye color: blue
(He wasn't that bad looking either)
last known: location Rio de Janeiro. I looked at the rest of the file that was covering over haft the bed. I looked at the bottom of the file which turned out to be an arrest record; assault, assault with a deadly weapon, attempted rape, rape, armed robbery, and of course murder. Why were all the good looking ones bad? I frowned, reached into my bag and grabbed a water bottle and a power bar.
It was going to be a long night.
"And so it begins." I said taking a bite out of the power bar.
*~ƸӜƷ~*
Coulson picked up his cup of coffee and walked into Fury's office with a file in his other hand.
"What is it?" Fury asked looking up from a file.
"We found her; one of her aliases just bought a plane ticket to Rio de Janeiro." Coulson said placing the file in front of Fury. Fury looked at him, opened the file and read it.
"Send a team out to bring her in." Fury said closing the file and handing it back to Coulson.
"Are you sure? All the teams we've sent after her have only made it back in body bags." Fury sighed.
"What do you suggest?"
"We've sent 5 teams after her to bring her in and all of them have been unsuccessful, maybe it's time to admit that we can't bring them all in." Coulson said.
"Then who should we send to take her out?" Fury asked.
"Bibden maybe, his accuracy been up and he's great at marking targets." Coulson suggested.
"Bibden," Fury chuckled, "She'll eat him alive and there'll be nothing left of him."
"Then how about Kips."
"He's too immature and takes too many risks; he won't even need to sneeze before she kills him."
"Barton just finished a mission 2 weeks ago he should be fine, and he's just as good as she is, probably even better."
"Good brief him; maybe it's time for The Killer Butterfly to be killed."
The next chapter will have more about the main character and her background, and also Hawkeye. I really hope you liked it, please review
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