No One Is Born Evil.
A/n: So I had this little thought in my head and after watching the season premier it kind of came to life. And for those who follow The Enchanted Ones, there is a chapter coming up soon. So don't fear, I haven't forgotten about it. Lol
Disclaimer: Again, this doesn't belong to me. :(
Rating: Undecided but we will start with T for now.
Summary: AU Follow Evelyn Marie Ward as she ventures on her hardest mission yet- one years in the making...The saving of her younger brother Agent Grant Ward. Not only will she save him but she might even save herself and fall in love along the way. But with HYDRA wanting her brother died, it might be hard than she thinks!
NO Beta! All mistakes are mine.
Prologue
Fifteen Years Ago
Cambridge, Massachusetts
Summer 1999
I was born into a world where the only way to live is to kill; and steal. From the day I started walking my parents taught me how to be a con artist. Me and my brother's always did they dirty work. I never had the education that parents dream of for their children. I was the second oldest, and the only girl. I never mattered to my parents; their needs came before mine. My father worked for a drug lord, and my mother was a hooker. Neither had the dignity and responsibility to be parents. Everyday was the same, Maynard would go to school and Grant and I were dropped off at the mall. We weren't allowed back home till sundown; and sometimes we weren't allowed back at all. Maynard was the favorite, there was no denying it. When Andrew joined our messed up family three years later, our father beat our mother to the brink of death. He forced her to quit the prostitution and stay home to care for us.
Our mother didn't have a caring bone in her body; if you weren't handing her a drink or her drugs, she didn't want you around. Grant always did what mother asked. He wanted to please her. Hell, we all wanted the love of a mother, but that's one thing she lacked. Love. Her story isn't much different from the one I'm telling. Her father sold her to a circus for twenty-five dollars and a half-bottle of Jack Daniels. Our parents had yet to sell us, so they must of somewhat care. Our parents always encouraged Maynard's behavior; almost like they were afraid of him. Maynard would force Grant to harm us, mainly Andrew. I remember the day that Andrew fell down the well; it was also the day when Grant went to jail for the first time,-he was only ten.
When Grant was thirteen, he was released back to us. I was sixteen, almost seventeen; and Maynard was twenty. The first time I was Grant that day, I knew something had happen. He wouldn't speak to me, but when dinner time came and I saw Maynard's blood crusted hands, I just knew I needed to get us out of this mess. But I never did. I was always afraid. Afraid Maynard would kill Grant, or Andrew. I didn't care what he would do to me; it couldn't be worse than what he has done to me. I was always weak, but I knew I had to do something. I would tell my boyfriend what happened inside the house and he would tell his father. But I knew I was doomed when news came that Tom died in an "accidentally hunting incident." When I saw Maynard come home that night with a smug look on his face, I knew I would never leave, nor my brothers. But when Grant turned seventeen, my life changed forever.
He finally had enough, and did what I only dreamed of; he burnt down the house of terrors that we called a home, trapping Maynard inside the red and orange flames. But that was short lived when the firefighters rescued his demonic ass. I prayed to a god I didn't believe in and he failed me. He let that bastard live to keep tormenting me and my brothers. I remembering screaming when they pulled his bloodied and burnt flesh from the wreckage that was our home. The cops told us he would be fine and I cried. "No need for tears honey. Your brother will be fine." I cried even harder. those stupid fools! They were so blinded the false reality that they mistaken my cries for lost freedom for tears of joy. Joy was far from me. It was that night at the hospital that I learned that my parents wanted to press charges on Grant. Maynard even pushed to have him charged as an adult! But their dreams never came true.
Word came in the morning saying there was a prison break and Grant was among those who died in the escape. When the officer told us, I knew something was off. Hudson- I think was his name- said Grant was beaten to death; that was a lie. Grant never let anyone hit him and get away with it, he always fought back. He never gave up. My parents even shed a few false tears for their lost son, but I knew it was all a lie. When he went to leave I followed after him, stopping him by the elevators. He knew I knew and reaching into his right breast pocket. He handed me an envelope and a smile. "He told me to give you this." And he left. I went outside and opened it up.
"I shouldn't be writing you this, but just know that what I'm doing, I'm doing it to keep you safe.
This man knows about you, and what you can do.
This key is to a drop box.
There's enough money to keep you comfortable.
There are also more instructions.
Stay hidden and safe.
Trust no one.
-Grant."
So this mystery man knew about me. But most importantly he knew about it. Without hesitation I hail a cab and head where the directions take me. Once inside the train station I look for the locker. I finally find locker 273, located near a fire exit. I open the locker and find a large duffle bag and a small one. I open the large one first and gasp in surprise. I notice the neatly stacked green cash. There had to be about fifty grand if not more. I zip it back up and open the smaller one. I see a passport for Guadalajara, Mexico; a fake id and a phone. I also see the note attached to the passport in Grant's hand writing.
"There is a number in phone.
Call it once you reach Guadalajara.
-Grant"
I zip up the backpack and head towards the checkpoint. I hand the conductor my ticket and take a seat by the window. I noticed there were only two others in the same carriage as me and I wasn't all that concern. I picked up the newspaper and started to flip through it. Reading helped me block out the outside world. I felt someone take a seat across from me but I ignored them. I waited for the train to get ready for take off and only then I put down the newspaper. I noticed the young woman sitting across from me. She smiled at me and had a mischievous look in her eyes. I looked out the window and I could feel her eyes burn into me.
"Running away?"
"Pardon?" I looked at her and saw her smirk.
"I asked if you were running away." I refused to answer her and looked around. I noticed a middle age man in a suit on the other side of the train and another sitting directly across from him. I guess the woman knew I knew something was wrong and reached across the table to grasp my hand.
"You are safe." I jerk my hand back like I've been stung and looked at her.
"My brother said not to trust no one."
"Your brother is smart. But not smart enough." She smiled lightly at me and leaned back into her seat.
"Excuse me?"
"Your brother doesn't know it yet, but he's working for the enemy." I try to give her my best confused look and she laughs at me. "That wont work on me, honey. I know he gave you instructions. If Grant was smart-" that was the last straw
"Not another word about my brother, you mad cow!" I sneered at her and she leaned in closer.
"Or what?"
"You wouldn't like to find out." She let out a chuckle and dug into her coat pocket and handed me a leather wallet.
"Like I said, your brother is working for the enemy and doesn't know it yet." I open the wallet to see a metal badge with an eagle shaped inside. "But in time and with your help, I'm positive we can save him." I look up at her piercing blue eyes and heart shaped face.
"Who are you?"
"Name's Isabelle Hartley. But you can call me Agent Hartley."
"Agent? You work for the F.B.I?" Isabelle let out a chuckle.
"Have you ever heard of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
A/n: And there you have it ladies and gents! The beginning of many more to come. Review and let me know what you think of this introduction.
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