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Edit: so I realized my choice of paragraph break wasn't translating through the doc uploader, so I'm doing a quick repost of the chapters fixing this. Sorry for the inconvenience or false excitement I may instill.
Prologue
The building stood alone on a small island not too far off the coast of New York, it was believed to be an abandoned facility at the very heart of the land mass, but the experiments being conducted deep beneath the ground floor said otherwise. Rows upon rows of cells, with heavy doors akin to that of an asylum filled the third lowest floor, directly below a security floor, but above the labs and training grounds. The labs were not all the traditional steel table with basic lab equipment, some had instruments of torture, meant to extract information or bring about a person's potential.
In one such room held a large tank filled ¾ of the way with water. A young child was struggling to keep her head above the water, with no ledge to grab hold of when she tired. She had been at this for a few hours and was now finding it harder and harder to keep herself from drowning. She was coughing and spluttering water as her arms and legs were growing weaker and weaker.
"Help! Please help me!" she begged, before slipping below the surface, though she knew her pleas would fall on deaf ears. They had never pulled her out before, why would they this time? They would wait until she drowned, resuscitate her, and then in two days she would be back in the tank. She didn't know what they wanted, what they were waiting for her to do; perhaps if she did, she could finally end this.
She couldn't resurface, her strength had left her. Darkness swirled and the next thing she felt was the volts coursing through her body as the white coats pressed the paddles of the defibrillator against her bare skin. She felt the familiar invasive push of the old ventilator tube that ran down her throat; now that she was awake it would be removed and replaced with a respirator mask, at least until they were certain that she had recovered from the drowning.
She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing that they couldn't resuscitate her, that she was in fact dead and wouldn't have to go back.
"Return her to her cell," a voice she had often heard, drifted into the room. "And give her another dose of the formula, with luck our next test will cause her gift to appear."
"What if it never does sir?" One of the scientists asked.
"She hasn't survived this long from pure luck, Strucker's patients have all rejected the serum; he thinks that it will only be possible with a higher power, our experiments have proved that to be false. 0765 may be stubborn, but the serum would have killed her if it wasn't compatible. The others all developed gifts to aid them against the tests, to help them get out of them. We'll see what kind of ability this test will give her."
0765. That was all they referred to her as. She knew no other name but that one. The same four numbers as was on her cell. The table she was on was moving, back to her cage that consisted of just a single bed, bath, and toilet. Located between a cell that held a young man that could dent the metal walls and another young woman who could make the lights flicker.
She was moved onto her bed, the portable respirator placed on the small table next to her bed. The scientist tied a tight tourniquet around her upper arm, bringing the vein at her elbow joint into view. He injected a small vial of a translucent red drug into her bloodstream; she remembered the first time she had been given the serum, and knew she was in for a painful night. The scientist released the tourniquet and gave her arm a gentle rub before exiting the room, locking it securely behind him. She groaned, a night of pain, a day of recovery, and then she had to look forward to the tank again.
Maybe... just maybe this time, when I drown, they won't bring me back. Maybe this time, they'll finally give up on me. That was the thought that lulled her to sleep, dreaming of the day that she would just be left to rest in peace.
To Destroy an Avenger
"See you can't even tell the difference," Pietro assured his sister, after a recent session with Doctor Cho. Due to Ultron's attack on her lab and Avenger tower, they were back to working with the primitive stages of Cho's regenerative tissue machine, which required a few treatments rather than just one.
Wanda grimaced, the scars from the bullets were still present, even though Cho promised that after the final treatment they too would be healed.
"Trust me, I'm fine," pressed her brother, all he wanted was to get back to work. Sitting in his room, healing, was boring for the speedster, and the only obstacle standing in his way from actually being able to do something was his twin, younger, sister.
"You almost died Pietro."
"But I didn't, and besides the doctor said I'm clear; one more session and these scars will be gone too. Wanda, I can run, Hawkeye will be monitoring my training, you have nothing to worry about." He moved past her, ignoring the disapproving look she was shooting him. "It's not like I'm going back into the field. Just a few laps and whatever the old man has planned."
Wanda wasn't overly impressed with how nonchalantly her brother was behaving towards his near death experience, from the moment Doctor Cho brought him back he had been itching to run again, acting like he hadn't been riddled with bullets. Perhaps it was because he had no idea what his near death had done to her, maybe if he did he would be a little bit more receptive to her concerns.
She held her tongue though, it was a mute point and considering how long it has been since the fight against Ultron it would be pointless to bring it up now. "I just want you to be careful," her voice barely above a whisper.
He shot her one of his cocky grins, "You don't need to worry about your big brother, it's just training."
They made their way to the training floor, meeting up with the Vision, Falcon and War Machine. The Vision stayed off on his own, acknowledging the twins as they entered the room, while War Machine and Falcon compared tech; Stark had done an upgrade on both machines and this would be the first session for testing out the modifications.
"You see, if I hit this then these small rockets target the enemy, boom, game over," Sam Wilson bragged.
"That's cute, have you seen the giant canon strapped to my back?" Rhodey countered, "when Tony gives you a canon, then we can talk."
"Whatever, man," Sam shrugged, turning his attention to the twins, "hey Maximoffs, what's better: rockets or a big, clumsy canon?"
"Doesn't the colonel have both?" Wanda pointed out, causing Sam's face to fall slightly.
"Dammit Wanda!" After weeks of working together, Wanda had developed a great rapport with the Falcon and War Machine; as such she was used to their competitions and teasing. It served as a good distraction, and there were times when she wondered if Rhodey and Sam were merely doing it to keep her mind off her injured brother.
"Avengers, line up!" The order from Captain Rogers, better known as Captain America, earned the attention of the five new avengers. He was flanked on either side by Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, and Clint Barton, Hawkeye.
"Most of you are going to be going into the simulation room with Natasha and myself today; we're going to be upping the ante this time so be prepared for anything."
This was the first that Pietro had heard of the simulation room and it immediately peaked his interest; it was obviously one of Stark's additions to the Avenger institute and he definitely wanted to see what it was about.
"Road Runner, you're with me," Barton signaled to Pietro, "we're working in the back."
"Awww."
The team's split up, Pietro pouting all the way to the track in the back of the training arena, while the rest followed Natasha and Steve out.
"So what are we doing?" asked the young enhanced, clearly disappointed by the outcome.
"Don't give me that, Steve's the one that still wants you taking it easy. I know firsthand how Dr. Cho's machine works." Clint slung his quiver across his shoulder, absent-mindedly brushing his side, the exact spot where he had gotten hit (thanks to a certain multi-coloured haired teen).
The younger man snorted indignantly, folding his arms across his chest. "Well?" Ever impatient, if he had to do this lame training while the others got to use the very cool sounding simulation room, he'd rather get started, if only so that he could finish as soon as possible.
"You're going to be running laps to start," the archer was fiddling with the bow now, testing the string and durability of the new weapon.
"Laps?" laughed Pietro, "I thought this was supposed to be training?"
"Just want to make sure you haven't lost any of your speed during your time off," smirked the older man, "word around the compound is that your sister made sure you couldn't even leave your room without a medical escort." Satisfied with how the bow was handling without an actual arrow in hand, Clint let it rest it against a bench near the track. "Once I'm satisfied with your speed, I'm going to shoot some arrows at you; and, depending on the type, you're either going to have to dodge or catch. Understand?"
Pietro cracked his neck, while he could guess that none of the arrows Clint was going to fire would actually hurt him, the challenge was infinitely better than just running laps, which he imagined was what the Captain had originally instructed.
"What are you waiting for, get running."
The room had a sticky warmth to it as she worked, punching the hanging sandbag over and over again. It was all she had, a new addition to her cell that kept her from going insane. She was still kept separate from the others in the facility, not allowed to interact with anyone aside from the scientists who studied her put her through her exercises. For whatever reason, they didn't trust her with the others.
With a sudden shake of her head, she stopped; her knuckles bruised from the abuse that she was putting them through, breathing heavily she stepped back away from the bag sinking down onto the edge of her bed. Her right eye twitched, as she felt a tremor rock through her body. A shaky hand touched the metal collar around her neck and panic surged through her. Panic, and then anger.
The cell door swung open as two people entered, one a scientist with a syringe in his hand, the other, a man referred to as the Huntsman. What looked like a car remote in hand, the Huntsman pressed a button and an electric shot from the collar into her nervous system, causing her entire body to seize. The breath left her as she tried to cry out, the only sound being that of her choking on her own breath and saliva. The shock stopped, and she lay there twitching for a moment before falling completely still.
"You'll only have a few minutes doctor, best move fast." The Huntsman moved out of the scientist's way, placing the remote in his pocket.
The scientist silently rolled the girl onto her back, finding a vein as swiftly as possible. "If we want to be assured that we can control her, we should be spending more time finding a more permanent means than having to keep increasing the dosage. It will only be a matter of time before we're going to be having to give her multiple injections; she'd be completely useless to his cause if we have to be careful not to run over her lucid-time."
"If we have to, then we'll fit a device to her collar and have the drug pumped into her system 24/7," snapped Huntsman, losing his patience with the mousey-man. "We're on a timeline; we don't have time to be playing with her memory again."
"She is extremely unstable, if we miscalculate one thing-"
"And that is why we have the best here, making sure nothing is miscalculated. And I'm sure you don't want to make the mistake and have to join your predecessors." The Huntsman stopped trying to conceal the gun strapped to his hip, a silent reminder of why he had received his particular code name.
"Get her ready for a demonstration; he wants our investors to see where all their hard earned cash is going before we send them out."
The Huntsman walked out, leaving the scientist alone with the young woman. He waited patiently for the girl to wake, nervous that this might be the time where the serum wasn't strong enough; that it wouldn't suppress the memories they so desperately wanted her to forget. A few minutes passed, and her eyes opened, and thankfully it wasn't the wild gaze of a panicked woman, but the calm and curious eyes of patient 0765. The scientist let out a deep sigh of relief, and went through the script.
"Do you remember who you are?"
"I... am Blitzkrieg."
"And what is your mission?"
"To destroy the Avengers."
There is the first chapter. I've been so busy lately that I haven't been able to write for almost a year so I may be a little bit rusty. Let me know what you all think :)