The Rise of Yin and Yang Prologue

History

Hello my lovelies, I am sorry for the big time gap between updates but I am currently getting into the swing of being back at college. I am working on my other stories, but I have had this story written out for some time now and seeing the new Captain America: Civil War has given me the incentive to putting this on. Anyways, that was all I had to say before posting this story so without further ado, I give you the first installment of the Ying and Yang Series.

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Most of you who are reading this story already know about the Avengers and how they saved the world countless times. You would also know that SHIELD or Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division employed them until they broke off on their own. What you probably did not know about the Avengers is that they have a seventh member. That seventh member is me, Agent Bianca Angelique DuBois of SHIELD aged sixteen. I know people would say that I am way too young to be an agent, much less an Avenger, and I agree with them to a fault. I am different than any normal sixteen year old. Not only was I raised to be an agent, but I am a mutant as well. My agent training began in my hometown of Paris, France. In Paris near the Palais Garnier, there was the Eagle Eye Orphanage where SHIELD agents were employed to take in orphans and train them to be future agents. However, not just any orphan could be accepted into the orphanage. They had to have extraordinaire (extraordinary) skills that set them apart from other children. Each child admitted into the orphanage either had enhanced strength, incroyable (incredible) intelligence, a coupu le couffle (breathtaking) speed and agility, and above all else they had to have unwavering loyalty and a wit to rival acier (steel). Or in my case, posses mutant abilities. As soon as the children were able to walk, talk, and read, they were groomed to be agents by learning hand to hand combat, mixed martial arts, strategy, stealth, survival, modern foreign languages, basic school subjects, and how to handle a large variety of weapons. My training, as you would guess, differed from the others with an added lesson that they lacked. I was taught how to harness and control my powers from a witch by the name of Agatha Harkness. She also showed me how to call my familiar who ended up being a silvery wolf with bright blue eyes that same shade as mine. It was also thanks to her that I was able to keep my alternate personality Yang from emerging. It seemed that my powers were too much for one person so another was created. Or that was my first thought. While I had a calm deposition, Yang had a more violent one. After a few sessions with Agatha, Yang and I managed to coexist peacefully for the most part with Yang slipping out when I'm extremely angry or unconscious. As I went about my training, I learned of Dr. Bruce Banner and the Hulk. At first I was happy that someone else suffered from the same thing that I did. But when I actually thought about it, I felt bad for my happiness and my heart ached for him. I had someone to help me with my situation, but he had no one. When I came to this realization, I vowed to someday help him overcome his own hurdle.

As for when I became an agent, I was employed by SHIELD at fourteen upon my graduating training. At first I was so nervous being amongst agents older than me who also happened to have way more experience, but two certain people helped me past it. These agents, my future teammates, are Hawkeye and Black Widow. I was assigned to their team as soon as I stepped foot on the SHIELD home base. Both of them were a little wary of a new member to their team of two, but they violently opposed me when they learned I was only fourteen years old. They said and I quote,

"We don't want to be responsible for the death of a child."

At first I was really hurt at their rejection and lack of faith in me, but in the end it only served to make me strive to show them what I could do. It wasn't until one of our first missions that I was able to prove my worth.

"DuBois, we're wanted for a mission," Hawkeye told me from the ground while I floated in the air sitting in the lotus position.

"Merci Clint," I smiled down at him as I lowered to the ground.

"Suit up."

With a flash of my black and white magic, I switched out my workout clothes for a special uniform I had received from Charles Xavier to accommodate my powers.

"I'm ready."

And like that the both of us ventured out to Fury's office to find Black Widow standing opposite Director Fury who had three files set out on his desk.

"Directeur Fury, Widow," I greeted the both of them, coming to stand beside Widow.

"Now that the whole team is here," Fury began with his hands steepled on top of the files.

"You can take care of some business in Hungary. You leave now and you will be briefed by these files."

With that each of us were handed a folder containing the details of our mission. As usual Hawkeye and Black Widow were the pilots of the quinjet while I sat on one of the benches in the back. While I sat through the flight, I read the debriefing packet Fury gave me. It turned out that we were heading for Budapest, Hungary to take down an organization called SCORPIO that was causing SHIELD grief. We were to eliminate their headquarters and then gather information on the other branches so that we could nip the organization in the bud. I accepted my mission heartily, but I couldn't help but wonder what they had done to warrant this kind of treatment.

"So this is how it's going to go," Widow spoke up as we neared our target.

"Hawkeye and I are going inside. Yin, you are to watch the perimeter and terminate any possible threats that try to enter the compound. Got it?"

"Oui (Yes)," I deflated after hearing my job. I was so hoping that I would be an active part of the plan and show them my abilities.

"Good."

A half hour later Hawkeye and Widow landed the quinjet and I ventured through the body of the quinjet to take a quick scope of the area to make sure we were clear.

"Nous sommes claires (We're clear)," I told my teammates when I regrouped with them.

"Good," Hawkeye congratulated me.

"Now find a roost and keep watch."

I inwardly pouted but none the less flew up to an alcove a top a roof across from the compound and watched my teammates enter the building by themselves. To pass the time, I looked over the map of the estate to memorize all the routes in case my teammates needed assistance. Just as I had finished memorizing the layout, I heard a crackle come through the com link in my ear. My training immediately kicked in and I spoke into it.

"Widow, 'Awkeye, are you alright. What'z 'appening?"

There was a garbled, staticy response over the com that had me even more worried for my teammates. Should I go in, I mused while weighing my options. But my orders are to watch the vicinity. In the end, the need to help outweighed my order. Fuck it, they need help.

"Sit tigh' you two," I said into the com. "I'm 'eading in to 'elp."

"No," came Hawkeye's voice over the crackle. "To….dangerous…"

I ignored his warning and melted into the shadows to venture off into the compound.

As soon as I entered the building, I could see and hear all of the chaos that my partners had caused. Numerous guards garbed in black and maroon flew the hallways shouting orders while the others created a mindless background noise. Putain (Damn). After some searching, I finally found my teammates being swarmed by roughly a hundred guards that were armed to the teeth. It seemed like numerous other people took the place of all the ones they struck down. By the time I entered the clearing, Hawkeye had shot his last arrow and Widow was being steadily overrun by them. Tout fous (Damn it all)! Anger and a sense of protectiveness welled up inside of me at the sight of this, which stirred the dormant Yang.

Vell hello Bianca, she purred softly in my mind. Did you get yourself in a tight bind?

Now iz not ze time Yang, I retorted. I 'ave to 'elp my teammates-

You could let me take over.

But-

Zey're losing zeir ground Bianca, she reminded me in a mocking, sing song voice. Conflicting emotions arose at her proposition that had me nibbling on my bottom lip. I wanted to help my teammates, but I knew I lacked the will to kill my enemies if I needed to. Yang could, but bad things happened when I let her have control. But I don't have much of a choice, I reminded myself while watching my failing partners.

Tick tock, Yang mocked with her heavy Russian accent biting into each word. Thoughts raced through my mind but my answer came quickly.

Alright Yang, but I want to be able to be conscious for everything.

Your vish iz my command Yin.

Instead of waiting for the change, I launched myself in the middle of the swarm of guards. Many of them stopped to stare at me like I was some new species. Even the enemies surrounding Widow and Hawkeye paused in their attacks. "Yin!" Widow shouted at me as I felt my body pulse with the change and Yang came to the forefront of my mind.

"Get out of here! This was not part of your orders!"

"I'm not her," Yang smirked. "I'm Yang."

Widow visibly paled at Yang's words when our appearance changed to match Yang instead of mine.

"Get her!" one of the guards shouted before a group of the sea of people raced at me. Another smirk made its way to our lips while our body sank into a fighting stance and made Yang's black magic dance across my palms.

I'm going to enjoy zis, Yang chuckled before our body launched at our opponents. The first line of people were slashed across their chests so deep that their blood sprayed from their bodies, coating the ground with rich, deep red blood. A giggle escaped my body that told if Yang's immense joy at the demise of our enemies. I myself felt so horrible as I watched the victims struggle for breath. The next batch had our claws plunged deep into their chests, making ruby red blood gush from their lips. Yang revelled in the agony she caused. Her once playful giggles morphing into peals of insane laughter. Shame and guilt bloomed in my conscience at the realization that I let Yang loose on all these poor people.

Within minutes, Yang had slaughtered all but one of the swarm that had dominated the space previously. Our eyes locked with the terrified green eyes of the last member of SCORPIO as he fell flat on his ass. Nothing caused our gaze to waver from his even as I pulled our partially glove covered hand out from the head of the man we had just killed causing the corpse to crumple to the ground.

"Vell hello," Yang greeted the man soothingly. After a minute of digging through the man's mind, we were able to come up with all of the info we needed. That information being his name, his position in the SCORPIO organization (it turned out he was the head of the whole organization), the locations of the other SCORPIO bases, and the names of the bosses who ran those branches.

Alright Yang, I thought. We 'ave ze information we need. Can't we-

My words were instantly cut off when we both saw just what the SCORPIO organization did. They captured vulnerable mutants, whether they had a family or not, and experimented on them. Both of our bloods boiled at seeing our brothers and sisters treated like lab rats.

Fuck killing him quickly Yin. I'll make him pay for how he treated our brethren.

Our combined rage was too much for me to try to push down which sapped all of my will to object to Yang's methods. A smirk came to our face when Yang met no resistance from me. I knew I would regret this later, but I simply did not care at the moment.

"So, William Barbage," Yang drawled lazily to hide her barely contained fury while she wrapped a blood covered arm around our waist and rose a blood soaked hand to our lips. I could tell that just the sight of Yang was enough to have the man shaking in fear.

"I hear you have tortured defenseless mutants."

Yang watched on in delight as the man in front of us swallowed thickly and weakly look up into our eyes.

"What of it?" he demanded. "I can't feel pain so torture won't work."

A feral grin stretched our lips at his comment. This was not a challenge for Yang. She favored mental torture to simply ripping a man to pieces. She said that they died way too quickly for her tastes.

"Physical torture," Yang pointed out gleefully. "Mental torture is something else entirely."

Yang's excitement grew as the man tensed to ready himself for the oncoming onslaught.

Both Black Widow and Hawkeye watched entranced by the wild and dangerous form of Yang. They could not believe the change that had occurred right before their eyes. The once childish and carefree Yin had transformed into a scary and intimidating Yang. Yin's once mocha skin had paled to a creamy alabaster. White hair with black streaks had inverted to black with white streaks. Bright blue eyes then turned a brilliant blood red. Her long white and black cape had changed to black with a white fringe. As a final touch Yin's white with black lining leotard with a sweetheart neckline and a diamond cut out at her stomach along with white with black cuffs thigh high high heeled boots, white with black cuff gloves to her upper arm, and a silver decorative belt around her hips changed to a skimpy black with white trim crop top, black with white cuffs gloves that went to her upper arm and only covered the backs of her hands, a low rise black with white trim skirt that went to her ankles with slits up to her thighs, mid thigh length black high heeled boots that had marquise shaped cut outs along the top of the boots, and the same silver belt around her hips. At first they were worried about her, but they were shocked when they saw how the ease at which Yang dispatched all of the opposition. They were in no way, shape, or form ready for the grotesque way their enemies were offed. Before they knew it, all but one of the members of SCORPIO was still alive. Yang seemed pleased with the terror emanating from the man as she pulled the arm that had previously been lodged in a man's skull back causing thick, red blood to spray back on her figure. From how far back Widow and Hawkeye stood from Yang, they could not pick up the soft words she uttered. All they could hear was the loud voice of the man.

"What of it? I can't feel pain so torture won't work."

A smile, if it could be called that, born from nightmares graced Yang's lips which sent shivers down the two seasoned assassins' spines. They saw the man tense under Yang's gaze which had them anticipating Yang's next move. All they saw from Yang was the way her red eyes glowed like embers right before a yelp of pain passed through the man's lips. Hawkeye and Black Widow grew confused at the exchange between Yang and the man. Yang was not doing anything to the man yet he was crying out in pain.

"What's going on?" Hawkeye voiced to his partner as the last member of SCORPIO headquarters screamed bloody murder due to seemingly nothing before them. Black Widow's eyebrows furrowed in thought while she mentally reread Yin/Yang's file. Full given name:Bianca Angelique DuBois. Age: 14. Height: 5'0". Abilities: Flight, advanced telekinesis, telepathy, thought projection, astral projection, magic (healing, light, dark, spells), and phasing through walls. Side note: Yang. When Agent Dubois's body is under stress or if she is unconscious, her alternate personality Yang surfaces. Not much is known about Yang but you are advised to tread lightly and with caution.

"The only thing that could be happening is that Yang is using her telepathy," Black Widow confessed. "She could either be torturing him mentally or she could be forcefully ripping the information from his mind."

In minutes Yang's eyes had stopped glowing and the man had slumped down in his seated position, staring blankly at the world around him. Yang gave a 'tsk' of distaste before the man's head exploded from the inside. Bits of blood, flesh, and brain flee from the explosion, which soaked the femme fatale even more blood while she looked bored. Even though Yang was shorter than the other two, her attitude made her seem inches taller.

"I have gotten names of de head of other branches of SCORPIO and locations," Yang reported once she had hovered over to her teammates.

"Thank you Agent DuBois," Black Widow praised after being reported to in her native accent.

"You have done your job well."

"Can we have Bianca back?" Hawkeye ventured hopefully. The look Yang gave him could have set him in fire with its intensity.

"Only if Widow wishes," she spat at the male. "I don't listen to male scum like you."

Hawkeye's eyebrows rose is surprise while Widow kept a straight face.

"Would you please revert back to Yin," Widow requested this time. "She is the one who we started this mission with so she is the one we have to return with."

"As you wish Widow."

The revert happened quicker than the transformation, leaving behind a shocked Yin in place of Yang. Wide blue eyes took in her surroundings before her legs gave out from under her.

"Agent DuBois?" Hawkeye called out hesitantly.

"I...I killed zem," Yin gasped out in disbelief. "I killed zem and enjoyed it."

The two field agents had nothing to say to the distressed teen. They could not even begin to comprehend her situation. Yin shook violently as she curled in on herself and clutched harshly at her white hair. Not once did she scream or shout. She only suffered in silence. Gradually her hands slid down her face from her hair until she was able to stand. Her face was blank of emotion and her hands hung lifelessly at her sides.

"We should 'ead back to ze quinjet," she said in a monotonous voice. "I 'ave to give ze information I managed to acquire."

All Hawkeye and Black Widow could do was look at each other over the sight Yin presented. Her body language may suggest that she collected herself, but the blood marring her hair, face, and body said otherwise.

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Well, there is the prologue for the first installment. Remember, this takes place during the Iron Man 2 movie and Thor with bits of The Incredible Hulk, and the last bit of Captain America: The First Avenger. Hopefully you will like this. Feel free to leave a review or shoot me a pm if you have a question, comment, or concern. Remember, reviews are magic! ^.^