Chapter One

Sixteen year old Alli was laying on a roof with a sniper equipped as her current main weapon. She was a mile or two away from the tower with the letters STARK embedded on one of the balconies near the top of the tower. The wind made her hair whip around but she ignored it. Her scope was aimed at a window placed on Stark Tower. Tony Stark was arguing with his CEO, Pepper Potts, with a glass of alcohol in his right hand. Alli was assigned to assassinate Tony Stark, or Iron Man, a couple of days ago and she recently landed in Manhattan yesterday with a fake ID. Her boss, Luka, owned an organization in Italy that hires and trains assassins without the Italian government knowing or funding it. Lately though, Alli has been drawing attention to the organization due to security cams or live footage catching her in action when she's in battle.

Alli takes in a deep breath and continues examining Tony Stark through her scope. Her mutation makes her an excellent killer. Luka took her in when she still resided in an orphanage. She was only five at the time and since she was an orphan, Luka assumed she wasn't important and wouldn't be missed. In her first training session she was asked to choose which weapon suits her the best. She picked two foot-long blades. The blade master at the time only smiled down at her with pity and told her they would spar with swords. Alli accidentally killed the swordsman within the hour and Luka was greatly impressed by her fighting skills. He decided to start her real training to become a killer the next day.

Alli sees Tony eventually lose his patience with Pepper and go to his lab. She curses under her breath, knowing she can't watch Tony when he's in his lab. The room barely had any windows at all. She folds the sniper up like a blanket to where it would fit into her bag and then exits the roof using the fire escape. Her bag was filled with gadgets. Her two blades were in their sheaths on her back and they were hidden by her jacket. She had a bow and a few arrows in her bag along with a GPS, a couple of phones, a compass, sedatives and a few grenades. She lands on the concrete softly and walks out of the alleyway she was just in.

While she was walking down the street, she bumps into a man and nearly falls over but feels strong hands catch her before her head smacks into the pavement.

"I'm sorry ma'am. I wasn't watching where I was going.." the man's voice trails off as he gets a good look at Alli.

Alli's long raven-like hair almost covers part of her face but her silver eyes shine in the moonlight. She blushes slightly, trying to act like a normal US citizen.

"I-I'm Steve Rodgers, ma'am," Steve says, hoisting her up so she was standing up fully.

"My name is Alli," she mentally curses. Why did she tell him her real name?

Steve looks at Alli and has a dazzling smile plastered onto his face. Alli couldn't tear her gaze away from Steve's eyes. They looked so beautiful under the moon. She pushes the thought away, scolding herself for thinking of such things.

"I'm sorry I wasn't-" Steve and Alli start at the same time and Steve blushes slightly this time.

"I wasn't watching where I was going," Steve finishes and continues smiling at Alli.

Alli notices that he already said that to her before but ignores it. She smiles back. At that moment, a black SUV pulls up and one of the tinted windows rolls down.

"Hey Ca- Steve. Are you um.. Coming to the party tonight?" the voice calls out from the window and Steve looks a bit confused at first but then his face dawns with recognition.

"Yeah. Are you chaperoning or something?" Steve replies back coolly.

"Yep. Hop in,"

"Okay. Perhaps I'll see you later Alli,"

"Goodbye Steve. It was a pleasure meeting you,"

Steve opens the door to one of the backseats and climbs in. Alli watches the black car drive past her and she resumes walking down the sidewalk. She ducks into an alleyway when no one seemed to be watching her and jumps over a metal fence leading out of the main city. She heads into the woods but she's intercepted by figures in all black.

She hears the familiar click of a gun and listens to them all raise their guns at her head. Silencers were attached to each of them. They had planned this out, but not good enough.

"Surrender Blade, or we will kill you," a voice booms. Alli hated it when people called her by her codename. Luka made the name up for her after she joined.

Alli only draws her swords and as soon as she moves her arms about a centimeter, bullets fire at her. She twist the swords around in a graceful pattern, deflecting the bullets so they go back at the attackers. Most of them go down and she charges at one of the men, flipping over his path of fire and landing behind him. She stabs her left sword through his back, using him as a temporary shield against the ongoing bullets. She looks for her next victim and charges with the now dead body of the other guy stuck on her left sword. She swings the lifeless corpse at the enemy and stabs him through the rib cage before he could recover from the blow and turns to the leader.

He was the last one alive. She makes her way to him as he opens fire. She merely deflects the bullets and once she's in range, she stabs his thigh and then slams the butt of her sword into his head. He collapses at her feet, groaning. She lifts him up into the air by his shirt collar and he writhes around in her grip. She slams him against a wall and wraps her hands around his throat. He gurgles in response and thrashes around like a fish out of water.

Eventually, his breathing slows and he goes limp in her arms. She releases him and he slumps to the ground. Alli simply stabs her sword straight through his chest and sheaths her blades. One of her many phones ring and she flicks open the device.

"Blade. Go back to town," the voice says. She recognizes the person. Luka.

She snaps the phone shut and tosses it onto the ground. She jumps back over the metal fence, dusting herself off and continues walking on the sidewalk quietly. She turns into a run-down hotel and reserves a room for this week and receives the key. Alli decides to take the staircase even though her room was three floors up; she didn't exactly trust elevators.

Alli woke up the next morning with a terrible aching pain in her side. She groans and rubs her head, sliding off of the bed. She uses up the next hour for preparing for the rest of the day.

She secures her sheaths onto her back and slips her black collared jacket on. She decides not to bring her bag with her today and stuffs her wallet and iPhone into one of her jean pockets. She decides to go get coffee at Starbucks as her breakfast.

The streets and sidewalks were bustling with activity from people going to work. She was shoved around through the crowds but eventually she did get to a coffee shop but it wasn't Starbucks. She sat at one of the last vacant tables and a waiter walks up to her table with the ugliest smile.

"What do ya want, hun?" she chewed her gum loudly while looking down at Alli.

"Just give me a plain cup of coffee," Alli says politely.

The woman nods and walks away. She pulls out her iPhone and opens up one of her favorite apps. Flow Free. Before the woman brought her coffee out, a man sat down across from her.

"May I sit here? Most of the other seats are full," he asks her.

Alli looks up at him and nods. He had light brown hair and his eyes were a shade of blue-grey. He wore a purple short-sleeve shirt and a leather jacket over it. He laid his sunglasses on the table that were previously in his right hand and side smiles. She forces a grin onto her face and that's when the waiter appears with her coffee. She looks at the man and takes his order, looking a bit annoyed.

"I'm Clint,"

"Alli,"

"It's nice to meet you, Alli,"

"Same to you,"

And that's how she struck up a conversation with him. As she chatted with him she couldn't help but feel an odd connection to him. She then remembered Steve from last night and felt a pang of guilt. America truly was different from Italy. Clint finishes his coffee and his phone rings inside of his pocket. He flips it open.

"Alright Nat," he says and closes his phone, "I have to go. It was nice meeting you."

Alli watches him leave and gets up a few minutes after he exits the building. She walks to her previous spot from the night before where she was watching Tony Stark and opens a smaller bag she left on the roof. Alli pulls out a pair of binoculars and gets comfortable on top of the roof and then continues what she start yesterday. Watching Tony Stark.

Please review. Flames, opinions and compliments are welcome. Also, this is my first story ever. So go nice on me:)

-Blade