Warnings : Violence, slight cursing
Rating : PG-13
Word Count : 3175+ ( wow , sorry )
I've been reading a lot of Avengers stories lately, and I had some inspiration to write my own. This honestly isn't my best first chapter since I mainly write in first person, and this is written in third person omniscient mostly. Hopefully people will like it!
"Status update, FRIDAY." Tony barked at his technological assistant, as he scrolled through massive amounts of data and files. It was 3 am on a Friday night. Pepper had gone to bed for the night, but Tony couldn't sleep. Too many thoughts spilling through his mind. An important shipment of extremely valuable bio-tech for Tony's lab was supposed to be coming in that night, and it was late.
"No new updates, Mr. Stark, sir." FRIDAY spoke in a mechanical voice to a sleep deprived Stark. Tony grunted, rocking back and forth in his overly padded office chair, unsatisfied. The bio-tech was extremely important for his and Bruce's latest plans on artificial intelligence. Losing that bio-tech to someone who didn't know how to use it could be, catastrophic to say the least. Paranoid, Tony got to work. He hacked into all the cameras around nearby Manhattan, looking for the shipment. He watched the multiple screens carefully, looking for any sign of his truck. He could tell something strange as going on.
"Mr. Stark, I've found something. The truck of question seems to be in an abandoned hallway on the corner of 8th and Johnson."
"What the hell is it doing there? That's nowhere near here."
"It seems to have been hijacked." FRIDAY pulled in closer on the truck, zooming in on the three men who had managed to knock out two SHIELD agents and were now searching through the truck.
"Send a call out to the local police; I want them down there in the next ten-"
"Sir, someone else seems to be approaching the truck." FRIDAY interrupted. Tony turned his attention back to the screen, and watched a stranger approach the three large men.
The stranger was small, petite really, dressed in a dark violet hoodie and black jeans. Hiding in the dark shadows, the three robbers hadn't even noticed their approach until the newest stranger began to speak.
"FRIDAY, turn on audio." Stark replied, suddenly highly interested.
"Yes, Mr. Stark." A few seconds later, the sound turned on and Tony listened carefully to the conversation between the two.
"Hey!" The stranger shouted roughly. Tony could tell by the voice that it was girl, probably no older than 20. The three strangers looked up and noticed the girl standing in the dark shadows. Tony couldn't make out a face.
"Get out of our way, little girl!" They growled angrily, stepping away from the truck.
"You have something that I want." She replied with a sly smirk, stepping out of the dark shadows.
"I suggest you run on home before someone gets hurt." One man growled, stepping closer.
"Oh, don't worry," She grinned slyly, "I like to play rough."
The four of them stood in a standoff. Three men versus this one girl, who couldn't be any older than 23. The three men began to step closer to her, surrounding her from all sides.
"Should I call local police, sir?" FRIDAY asked.
"Not yet." Tony ordered hesitantly. "I want to see how this plays out."
It was strange. On most occasions, Tony would have called the police the second he saw the altercation, but for some reason, he could tell this girl is different.
After a few more moments of silence, the first man charged at her roughly. He lifted his right fist straight to her face. She ducked quickly under the flying arm, and sent a sharp kick to his right side, probably fracturing a rib or two. The robber stumbled, but faced the stranger again, throwing a sloppy left hook. Blocking the hook with her arm, she sent a sharp punch to his nose, breaking it and a hook kick straight to the side of his head, knocking him out cold.
She turned two the next two with a smile. "Alright, who's next?" She boasted.
The two other robbers shared a look, before pulling out a gun from their side pockets. They took two quick shots straight at the girl, causing her to duck and cover behind a dumpster.
"That was close." She muttered under her breath, breathing heavily from surprise.
"What are you waiting for? Go after her!" One of the men shouted to the other.
"Alright, alright!" The sound of soft footsteps echoed through the alley. The robber pointed his gun out cautiously, waiting for some sort of attack from the girl. The man charged behind the dumpster, and fired three shots, but looked down to the cold ground, and saw she had disappeared.
"What the..." He titled his head, looking farther behind the dumpster, confused. He felt a tap on his back shoulder, turning around quickly to look at her.
"Surprise." She smirked, knocking the gun out of his hands, sending a low jab into his lower stomach, and smashing a glass bottle against his head, knocking him out cold.
"Two down, one to go." She joked, picking up the gun from the mans hands and aiming it at the last man standing.
"I would hate to have to use this, you know?" She sighed, pointing the barrel of his gun directly at his chest, slowly moving toward him.
"Don't move!" His voice broke, hands shaking, sweat dropping from his forehead filled with nerves.
"You know, I was never very good about taking orders from men." The two were now face to face, circling around the alley. An eerie silence filled the backstreet, accompanied by the click of a gun.
Before a shot could go off, the girl leaned backwards, sending a high kick to the gun, kicking it out of his hands, setting it off. The man ducked while she spiked a small pocket knife into his left shoulder. He groaned loudly in pain, holding tightly onto the wound, as he crouched onto the ground in agony. She stood over him, gazing down as he trembled in fear.
"Next time, stay out of my way." She spat, striking him straight in the face with a sharp kick, knocking him out cold. "Less people get hurt that way."
Standing over his unconscious body, she unloaded the two guns. "I hate guns." She muttered, pouring the unused bullets onto the floor. "It's practically cheating."
Tony watched as the fight unfolded in awe. This girl managed to take out three men, twice her size, only using her bare hands and a small pocket knife. Tony scrambled nervously, an idea quickly coming to mind.
"FRIDAY, wake up the twins and tell them to hurry."
"Yes, Mr. Stark." She obeyed, sending a call to the Maximoff Twins.
Ever since the Ultron battle, the twins had been living with Tony in the Avengers tower. It was a definite adjustment with Pietro speeding around the halls at midnight because of a sugar rush, and Wanda using her powers to grab food when she was too lazy to go to the kitchen.
"Yes, Mr. Stark?" Wanda's soft voice yawned, stepping inside with a wide awake Pietro at her side.
"How would you two like to do something for me? Run an errand, perhaps?" Tony asked with a smile. The twins shared a look. Tony wasn't the one usually giving out missions. It was always Fury, Cap, or sometimes Agent Hill.
"Are you sending us on a mission, Mr. Stark?" Pietro asked, suspicious of what Tony had up his sleeve.
"It's Tony. And no, not a mission. Just a little retrieval, you can call it." Tony added before motioning to the monitor. On it stood a girl wearing a purple hoodie, trying to break into the truck.
"See this truck? It contains a very important, highly combustible piece of bio-tech, and this girl has it. I don't know who she is, but I don't care. Consider her armed and dangerous."
Pietro let out a small laugh. "Armed and dangerous? She looks so young."
Wanda rolled her eyes at her ignorant brother. Tony just smirked, imagining what would happen to the cocky Sokovian when he encountered the stranger.
"Young or not, she managed to knock out three guys twice her size, and I don't need someone else getting their hands on the tech." Tony instructed. The twins nodded in agreement.
"We'll go." Wanda's tired voice said in a whisper.
"Why don't you get a head start, Pietro? You can get their much faster than your sister ever could." Tony suggested with a smile. Pietro looked at his sister for confirmation.
She nodded with a slight yawn. "I'll catch up with you in a bit."
"Before you go Maximoff," Tony started. "Try and bring the girl with you if you can. I have some questions."
Pietro nodded, before speeding off into the night of New York.
Pietro raced down the road quickly, nearly flying off the concrete as he looked for the alleyway. Scanning the street signs, he skidded to a stop at the alley, and peered into the darkness. Squinting his eyes tightly, the speedster groaned at his revelation. The truck was gone.
"Damn it." He huffed under his breath coldly, turning on his comm to speak with Tony.
"Did you find it, or her?" Tony asked eagerly. You could practically hear the billionaire jumping out of his seat with excitement.
"No, Mr. Stark, there is nothing here." Pietro answered, looking down at the three unconscious men who seemed to have been tied together by whoever this girl was.
"She probably had-" The loud roar of an engine interrupted him, making Pietro turn. An identical white truck speeded past the alley, burning rubber with this so called "vigilante" riding inside.
"Hey!" Pietro shouted, rushing toward the runaway car.
"Maximoff, what's going on?" Tony shouted loudly in Pietro's ear.
"I think someone else wanted a piece of your treasure. Mr. Stark." Dashing after the van, Pietro jumped on top of the roof. His body crashed into the top paneling, sliding down the front windshield, and shoving the white van back. The van screeched to a stop as it collided with the Quickster.
"Hey!" She scoffed, hopping out of the truck. Her hood still hung over her head, Pietro was still barely able to see her face in the dark shadows. The only thing visible was a small glimmer in her eyes.
"Who are you?" His thick, husky Sokovian accent boomed, striking interest in the girl.
"Hmm, you're a little more dressed up than the others." She commented, giving Pietro a look up and down. "What's with the costume? And that accent, you're not from around here, are you?"
Pietro ignored the questions. "What are you doing with the truck?"
"Not sure. These guys thought something of it." She added, pointing to the knocked-out guys sprawled out around the ground. "Plus I found this." Pulling out one of the test tubes containing the bio-tech from her front pocket. Pietro glanced behind her and saw the rest of the test tube's sitting in the truck."Thought I could make something of it."
"Those, belong to Tony Stark."
"Really?" She narrowed her eyes at him, thinking. "Well, I might just have to hold on t-" Before she finished, a silver blur rushed past her, making her stumble back a bit. The bio-tech was snatched from her hand, and now in the grasp of a cocky Pietro.
Pietro waited for the typical gasp, but to his surprise, she seemed calm.
"So, you're one of those?" She headed towards him slowly. Pietro stood his ground, watching as she studied him.
"Give the tech to me, or I'll have to force from you."His voice fell even deeper, in a threatening manner.
"Alright, you want a fight?" She growled angrily with a fire in her eyes. Slowly, her hands reached behind her, pulling out two seemingly flawless blades, decorated in violet and black ink. The double swords gleamed under the night sky as she pointed one directly at Pietro's chest. "You just got one."
Pietro let out a laugh, before racing toward her, almost knocking her down. She stumbled, sliding on the slick ground, regaining her feet. The speedster laughed as she wiped a small amount of blood from her nose.
"You call this a fight?" He mocked happily, zooming past her again. She set her feet into the hard ground, quickly lashing at him with her left sword, cutting Pietro's arm. He winced in pain, losing his balance, and crashing into the dumpster behind her.
She laughed loudly, seeing his silver hair covered in dirt and grime. "You call yourself a super hero?"
Pietro stumbled onto his knees, gazing up at the vigilance's somewhat evil grin. "Who are you?" He asked.
"Call me Cut-Throat." Her dark brown eyes glimmered softly in the light of her blades. Pietro assumed she had gotten that name from her skills with the double blades. "Now Quicksilver, if you're done shooting the breeze with me, I have some business to settle."
"How do you know my n-" He started but paused when he saw running with her blades behind her. She skidded across the oily ground, jumping off quickly and slicing her blades at the speedster. He zoomed out of her reach, but tripped on the oily ground, crashing his head onto the cold pavement and gazing up at her two swords pointed to his neck.
"So are you going to surrender or w-" She started before letting out a blood-curdling scream. Waves of red energy flew past her head, forcing her down onto the ground, dropping the blades. Pietro gazed up at his younger sister, who seemed to be controlling the assassin with her enhanced powers. Wanda's fingers danced as she controlled the dark magic, her eyes turning bright red. The girl fought back, but Wanda's magic was powerful and forced her onto the ground, in a coma-like state.
"What was that?" Pietro snarled at his sister, picking up Cut-Throat's unconscious body. "I had her."
Wanda shrugged her shoulders at her enraged brother. "You were taking too long." She said with a smile.
"Here she is." Pietro huffed, placing the assassin down onto the medical table, still lying unconscious from Wanda's work. The two had dragged the girl back to Tony's lab with the bio-tech. as he had ordered. Although the twins didn't care much, Stark seemed to be a tad too interested in Manhattans latest vigilante.
Tony nodded, motioning for the twins to move aside. Helen Cho, Tony's assistant, came in and began to assist Tony with the girl's injuries. Helen assessed the wounds in her body. Some were fresh from the recent fight, while others were starting to scar deep into her skin. "Her injuries aren't too bad. She should be waking up anytime soon."
"I'm going to need you to take some samples from this girl." Stark told Helen. "I want all the information I can get on her in the next 10 minutes." Helen nodded, and began to get to work.
[ optional :The twins stayed in the room, silently watching after the sleeping girl. She laid there, practically lifeless. Her chest was slowly rising up and down, as her eyes wavered side to side under her closed eye lids, as if she were having a nightmare. Her face was tight and clenched, in slight fear. One could only wonder what was going on in her head.
"She's pretty." Wanda spoke out. Pietro raised an eyebrow at her, confused. "Well, she is."
Pietro gazed down at the girl, looking at her. Her dark brown curly hair covered the scars and bruises she had on her face from their face. Pietro grinned happily to himself, knowing he had given a few good punches on her. Although, even while asleep she still looked slightly intimidating.]
"So Pietro, were you surprised by our youngster?" Tony questioned, plugging the girl into various IV's and electrodes that were hooked to Tony's mainframe. "She got a few good hits on you tonight."
Pietro folded his arms against his chest, his cheeks slightly red. He sighed, grumbling under his breath. "She was alright."
Tony and Wanda shared a look of amusement before turning their attention back to the girl. "I invited Nick to see our newest discovery. He should be here soon. But do you two know anything about her?"
Pietro stood from his chair, approaching the edge of the table. "She calls herself 'Cut-Throat.' She seems to be a master of swords. She did mentioned wanting to hold onto the bio-tech for something."
"Or someone." Tony bit the tip of his pencil, checking the screens. "Wanda, any readings for that… brain stuff you do?"
Wanda fumbled with her hands nervously. "I don't like to use my powers on people I don't know."
"Really? You had no trouble using them on me." Tony scoffed jokingly. The twins both snapped their necks at Tony, glaring him down with irritation in their eyes. Tony let out an awkward laugh. "Too soon?"
"Sir, the results for the girl's fingerprints are in." FRIDAY interrupted. "But my protocol has seemed to been affected by an override."
"By who? These codes should be able to penetrate any government firewall. "
"Not by the government, by SHIELD, sir. Her file is deemed classified." A large picture blew up on the screen, with a name blurred and the word CLASSIFIED plastered in large red letters.
Tony shook his head, unsatisfied. "Well, can we at least get a name?"
"I'm sorry, sir. There is no information on her in any known database that I can obtain, anywhere." Friday paused. "She is, apparently, nonexistent."
"That's not possible." Tony motioned at the screen, pulling up tons of data fields and codes, searching frantically for an answer.
"What does this mean, Mr. Stark?" Pietro questioned. "This girl, she does not exist?"
"No, it just means that SHIELD knows something about her and they don't want anyone else to see it. Especially me." Tony's fingers typed wildly on the keyboard below him. Masses of code passed by everyone eyes, capturing the two Sokovian's attention. "FRIDAY, get to work on those DNA samples."
"Yes, sir. I am currently searching all international databases." The screens displayed hundreds of files, pictures, and codenames from thousands of SHIELD agents across the world. Cho and the twins watched in amazement as Tony managed to make his way through one of the most secure online networks in the entire world.
"Mr. Stark, is it really worth hacking into SHIELD for her?" Cho asked suspiciously. "She's just a kid."
"If SHIELD went to all this trouble to protect her file form someone like me, then there must be something important on that file. There's something more to this 'kid' than meets the eye."
FRIDAY's systems sent off an alarm. "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. She has not come up in any international databases. But I am receiving a match from her DNA. It seems to be someone in SHIELD, sir."
"In SHIELD? Like an agent?" Wanda asked.
"She's probably some rogue agent that went off the grid in a mission." Cho retorted.
"If she's rogue, why wouldn't she have a file?" Tony asked rhetorically. Cho stayed silent as FRIDAY continued to search. "Something's wrong here."
"Actually sir, she is not in our files as an agent, but as a relative of one."
"Who?" FRIDAY displayed a matching picture of the DNA on the left of the screen, containing a link to a file.
"Nick Fury, sir." FRIDAY paused. "She is his daughter."