Her black pupils dangerously became larger as she listened to the feet pounding in the far off forest. The anger that pulsed through her veins became warmer, which only fueled her hatred more. Her position remained relaxed, her feet resting on the table, her hands gripping the book she was reading dangerously. Her improved hearing could make out the soft sounds of the book straining to comply with her strength.
Her eyes searched through her small one roomed cabin, locating all the important objects that were scattered around her home, and remembering their position and location. Her eyes closed, focusing on calming down, but as the footsteps grew louder, and she could make out the soft radio static, they flew open reviling her large black eyes. Her skin contained an unnatural yellow glow; her skin seemed to vibrate down her body before it stopped completely.
The window broke from behind her, as a bottle containing gas started to spin on the floor, filling the room. She rolled her eyes before sitting up, placing her booted feet on the ground and walking to right behind her front door. Counting down the moments, until the men were where she would want them to be.
A dangerous smirk covered her face, before she kicked her door off, watching in pleasure as it sailed through the air, landing in the middle of the squad's oval like stance. She jumped forward, her hands contracting around the wood beam above the steps of her porch. She swung forward landing on her feet, inches before the commander of the squad unit.
From up close, he looked weak. His body shook, as he overlooked the animal like woman in front of him. His eyes finally landing on her dark smirk, before she landing a kick to his gut that made him fly towards the woods that surrounded her cabin.
She twisted around gripping the first man she came in contact with around the throat, and holding him above her head. His feet swung uselessly off the ground while his hands scratched at her hands. The rest of the unit opened fire. She felt the bullets seep into her skin, the pain screeching through her body, but the lust for blood over-ruled her nerves. She ignored the pain that ripped through her side and she threw the man in her arms at the men behind her.
They fell back against the new weight, and she growled loudly, sounding more animalistic like then ever, before she pounced at the remaining men in front of her, twisting their guns, breaking off limbs, armor, and vests.
She purposely stretched out the fight, loving the sound of bones cracking under her pressure, watching the men crawl on the floor, feeling no mercy as they begged. After a few moments, growling, and breathing heavily, she swirled around looking at the men lying in the dirt around her house, no movement in sight. She slowly lifted her body out of her defensive crouch.
The sound of the radio static filled her ears; she cocked her head to the side examining the body that made the noise.
"Tatiana" A voice sounded, a snarl ripped from her lips at the sound of the name. "Was that necessary?" She stalked towards the body, ripping the device off the person.
"You know damn well it was, Director" She growled quietly. She clutching the talky before it crumbled under her pressure, and the static stopped.
The sleeping smoke that filtered through her house had no effect on her protected immune system, only giving her a bitter taste through her nose. She scurried through her house, throwing in the books that littered the floor around her table, and the papers over her work bench in the corner of her house.
She grabbed the roll of money under the broken panel of wood on her floor, before throwing the black bag over her back and starting towards the forest the unit that attacked her came through minutes before.
As she walked she felt the uncomfortable movement of the bullets as they disintegrated under her skin. She paused where she was, only a few feet from her yard. Her immuned blood destroying the metal easily. The bullets shifted under her skin before they disappeared all together, she would guess about forty bullets were lodged through her body; all she could do was wait for them to disappear before she continued on, the discomfort sometimes too much for her to continue.
After of the spikes of pain the bullets provided, she continued on, in no specific direction, only liking the silence being alone brought her. The solitude was something she craved for years, but was the one thing the government would refuse to give her.
Her days spent in the forests of Pennsylvania were calming. She spent her days reorganizing her papers and books that she quickly stuffed into her bag, smoothing out the wrinkles, so she would be able to read them again.
She found a small cave hidden in the forest, something that belonged to the bear she killed. His fur was heaped in a pile in the corner while its meat was twirling on a stick over the fire. She sat looking at the fire, sometimes touching the flame to see her defensive mechanism start up.
Her skin would glow a bright yellow, before fading back to her normal paleness, her eyes shinned darker than their normal black. She could feel the burning sensation shoot up her arm, yelling at her brain to take it away from the pain. But she wouldn't listen.
She could handle it, her pain tolerance, even before the accident was impeccable. She would bring her hand back, watching it smoke slightly by the temperature change. The burnt parts of her hand that were now numb would glow yellow, she watched as her skin slowly grew back from the unaffected parts of her hand until it was the same.
No matter what happened to her she would heal; it was standing the pain of it that was the worst. That was what the government couldn't understand.
The government would offer her answers to her problems, to her powers, to her questions. But she didn't need those, she didn't have any she couldn't answer herself. It was the humans that wanted them; they were the ones that were over-runned by curiosity, or their want for her powers.
She understood it was best for everyone to keep to herself, stay hidden, and under no circumstances let anyone near her.
The only thing that covered her want to stay away was her need for revenge. Her blood lust was something that could rarely be controlled.
"She can't be controlled sir, she killed 25 men" Maria Hill exclaimed, while she tried to follow the director and match his long strides down the hallway.
"That's the point" he grunted, tapping in the codes for the glass doors in front of him.
"I don't understand," the agent trailed off, looking around the control room they wandered into.
The director sighed, before turning to face her. His eyes glaring down at one of his most valued agents. "She cannot be controlled; then there is nothing Loki can offer her. She is constantly out for blood, if we allow her to kill that is an offer she can't turn down. " The agent at his side nodded meekly understanding his view, but was still afraid of the dangerous woman.
"If she cannot be controlled, how are we going to control her?"
"Were not Agent Hill," he grumbled angrily before stomping back down the hallway to go collect the feral woman who littered the screens on the computers.
Agent Hill remembered the woman used to walk down the hallways of the S.H.E.I.L.D buildings, when she wasn't restrained by binds. Tatiana Townsend at one point saved her life, which ended in her own downfall. She was positive former agent Townsend wouldn't know the outcome of her actions.
The monster shown on her computer, who was perched on a person's shoulder breaking their neck, was not the same woman who saved her life.