A/N I do not own the MCU universe or any of its characters, no matter how much I would like too...
You know, for being the Avengers Tower, it's surprisingly easy to sneak into. I expected it to be difficult, maybe even impossible. But it's sooo easy that it's unbelievable. I literally cannot believe my luck as I sneak into the main floor where the Avengers hang out.
I am hiding behind a wall, and lean my head slightly so I can see what's in front of said wall. There are two teenage boys, although as their backs are turned to me, I can't see who exactly they are. I blink, and one of them is gone. I feel my hands get twisted and pulled behind my back, and someone hit the back of my knees, causing my knees to buckle and for me to fall down, although my hands are still being held.
"Who are you?" I hear the person who's holding me whisper in my ear. The other teenage boy turns toward us, shock and bewilderment on his face. Before I can identify him as one of the targets, though, I need to be able to move. I jerk my head back, and the person holding me yelps as I collide with his chin and lets go of me. I quickly turn and punch him in the nose and eye, and then turn to deal with the other boy.
He's not there. I start to turn around when I feel something wet and sticky stick to the back of my hand. It feels like web. I hear someone swear, and then flip out of the way just as another web is shot out, aiming for where my head just was. I turn and snarl, seeing Spider-Man standing there. So the other teenage boy was Peter Parker, and I have yet to identify who the one holding me back was.
Spider-Man continues to shoot web at me, but I dodge each and everyone of them, quickly making it to where he was standing. I go to punch him with my right arm, but he catches it and says "Too bad." I was prepared for that. My left arm punches him in the gut and I kick him in the ribs. I feel my legs being swept out from under me, and my arms being grabbed again. This time I half-turn and see Pietro Maxioff, AKA Quicksilver. That makes sense. He must have been really unprepared for me to fight back the first time.
Quicksilver quickly drags me to the wall, and Spider-Man webs me there. Now I'm stuck in a cocoon of webs on the wall. Panic quickly envelopes me, but I try to ignore it. This stuff is so sticky, I doubt I can reach one of my numerous knives inside my leather jacket.
The two boys stare at me.
"Who are you?" Quicksilver finally asks. I narrow my eyes and ignore him.
"Is she deaf?" I hear Spider-Man ask him. I ignore the questions, and instead try and focus on being able to reach my knife.
Quicksilver turns to Spider-Man. "Really? She doesn't respond and your first question is 'is she deaf'?" He asks. Spider-Man shrugs.
"I don't know. It could be possible, Hawkeye is deaf, so realistically, there's a good chance she's deaf," Spider-Man reasons. There's logic in that, I guess.
"Are you deaf?" Quicksilver asks me. I raise my eyebrows, still not verbally responding. He narrows his eyes. Quicksilver slowly walks forward, until he's about a foot away from me. "Are you deaf?" He repeats. In response, I spit in his face. Quicksilver frowns and wipes the spit off, and turns and runs back to Spider-Man, about six feet away from me.
"Never mind if she's deaf or not, who is she?" Asks Spider-Man.
"Finally a good question," Quicksilver says. "But before we figure that out, we need to figure out what to do with her."
"I say we call Mr. Stark."
"I say we put her in one of the containment things they have."
"But Mr. Stark said to call him if anything goes wrong, or anyone shows up," Spider-Man argues.
"Well, how about we put her in containment and then call Stark."
"The web fluid isn't going to dissolve for another hour, Quicksilver." Spider-Man says. "If we grab on to it, we're just going to stick to it. And you saw her fight. She has a good chance of getting away with just the two of us." I have to agree, Spider-Man's right. I could totally get away from them if they let me out of this stupid web fluid.
"Okay, so we call Stark. And after that, we have to figure out who she is." Quicksilver compromised. Spider-Man nodded and called Tony Stark.
Tony Stark is my target. If Stark was coming here, that gives me a better chance of reaching the Target and doing as I was instructed. Although no one told me he wasn't here.
"So, who are you? I'm Spider-Man, and this is Quicksilver." Spider-Man introduced them both. Quicksilver just stood there, arms crossed.
I ignore them as they continue to question me. It's not worth revealing what I know or don't know to them. I'm on a mission, and they don't need to know any more about me than they already know.
Half an hour and a lot of questions later, Stark shows up, along with Black Widow, Captain America, The Scarlet Witch, and Vision. Stark looks slightly panicked, but when he sees that Spider-Man's relatively kinda unharmed, he visibly relaxes.
"What's going on, Spidey?" Stark asks Spider-Man. I roll my eyes at Stark's nickname for Spider-Man.
"She broke into here," Spider-Man began, but Stark cut him off.
"How? The only one who's been able to break into here without blowing this place up was Widow." Stark intercedes. I raise my eyebrows, and my eyes flick to Black Widow.
"That means she's like me in some way." Widow responds. Scarlet Witch, who was hugging Quicksilver, turns to me and narrows her eyes.
"She got a hit on Quicksilver. Does that mean she has superspeed?" I couldn't help but notice how they were all using their made up names for each other.
"No, she doesn't," Quicksilver denies. He glares at me. "She just got a lucky hit, that's all."
"Wait, what do you mean 'like me'?" Stark asks Black Widow. Black Widow looks at me with pity.
"I think she's a Hydra agent." Black Widow confesses. "I mean, she got a hit on Quicksilver and Spider-Man. There's no way an average person could do it without extensive training. She also got in here, which only I could do until now."
"She doesn't look like a Hydra agent. I mean, look at her, she's wearing jean shorts and a plain, normal t-shirt with a cool leather jacket." Stark says, inspecting me. Before Black Widow could say anything, Stark speaks again. "I know what you're going to say, Widow, but she just doesn't look like a Hydra agent. You have that certain feeling about you, but she doesn't. She looks… innocent." Stark said. This is one of the few times I've seen him speak where he hasn't been obnoxious.
"Things aren't always as they seem, Tony." Captain America replies. Tony turns to him, smirking.
"Oh I know, Cap. You look like a perfectly fit guy who's no older than forty. But in reality, you're a old man who barely even knows how to operate a cellphone."
"Enough, you two. We have pressing matters to attend to. How long will the web fluid last?" Black Widow asks, turning to Spider-Man, who had been silent until now.
"Fifteen minutes." He replies. Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver walk over to Vision, whispering something.
"I think we should contain her," Vision says in his robotic voice. Everyone looks at the twins, but they shrug.
"The robot's not wrong. But we have to wait for the web fluid to run out, and then there's the matter of transporting her." Captain America speaks up. I inwardly nod, applauding someone for actually thinking about what to do with me and not who I am. That can be dealt with later. Seriously, for being the Avengers you'd think they would have some sense of initiative? But no, instead they try and guess whether or not I'm a Hydra agent based off of my clothes. That's a great thing to do when I could possibly get out of this web fluid at any moment. These people are professionals? The only two that are professional are Captain America and Black Widow. This whole time she's been silently puzzling over who I am, what they're going to do with me, and why I'm here. I can see it in her face.
"She almost took both of us out, she's dangerous," Spider-Man assesses. He's not wrong.
"For the last time, I was caught off guard," Quicksilver complains. Spider-Man stares at him.
"If you were caught off guard, so was I," Spider-Man says. I frown. I did catch Quicksilver off guard, and I caught Spider-Man off guard.
"Stop arguing and just figure out what you're going to do with me, this web stuff is really hot. And for the record, I caught you both off guard." I say, my voice hoarse from days from not using it. Everyone stares at me, and I smirk. "Oh yeah, I can talk." I say, at the exact same time Spider-Man squeaks out "she can talk?!"
"Who are you?" Black Widow asks me. The amount of times I've been asked this is getting annoying.
"No one." I respond immediately, flinching back. That's what I've been programmed to think: I'm no one, and I'll never be anyone. My only purpose is to do what Hydra says. If I ever say it with hesitation or disbelief, I get hit.
Black Widow inspects me, eyes wary. "She's Hydra."
"Who are you?" Stark asks again.
"No one." I repeat. Stark narrows his eyes, and I flinch back again, hating myself for this weakness.
"No one is a no one." Spider-Man says. I shake my head, the only part of my body I can move.
"You're wrong, Spidey-Boy. I'm a no one." I say, looking down. Spider-Man clenches his fist.
"Hydra did this to her?" He asks, clearly angry. Black Widow nods.
"They do this to all of their test subjects," Black Widow begins, looking out the window. "Take them from a young age, teach them that they're 'no one', tell them they're only purpose in life is to do what Hydra says. She must have been in Facility Two, the roughest facility out there. I know, the name isn't very good, or sound very evil. But the worst of the worst come from there.
"And, also, before anyone speaks, another thing comes out of Facility Two. Agents with superpowers. They didn't let her out of there if she didn't have some control over her powers and wasn't completely brainwashed. Which means," Black Widow says, leaning toward me, staring into my eyes, "that she has powers that she's hiding. That she deliberately did not use. Although, knowing Hydra, not to be in this position. If they wanted her to be in this position, they'd have her use her powers. No no, she's using them as a last resort. So we don't know what they are and how to prepare for them. She's a smart kid, I'll give you that."
"Um, guys? The web fluid only has two minutes before it dissolves completely." Spider-Man says, looking around nervously. Dang it. I can feel the web slowly dissolving and was hoping that they'd all be too caught up in Black Widow's sad monologue to notice.
"Why couldn't you just ignore that fact?" I demand. "I just want to get out of here!"
"No can do, kid." Stark responds. "You got in here once, what's to say you won't get in here again and slit our throats in our sleep? No thanks, I have enough people trying to slit my throat while I sleep, I don't want to add another person to that list." No wonder he has people trying to kill him, this guy's a jerk.
"Guys! The web fluid is dissolving in a minute. We need to decide what to do!" Spider-Man says frantically.
"Okay, here's what's going to happen. As soon as the web dissolves, Quicksilver, you grab her. Spider-Man, you web her hands and feet together and we'll all escort her to the containment area. Ready?" Captain America asks, and everyone nods.
"You do know I heard all of that, right? You guys are really bad at planning when the person you're trying to imprison is right here." I say drily. Captain America frowns in my direction.
"See! You acknowledged you were a person!" Spider-Man cries as the last few seconds tick by.
"I'm a human, but I'm still a nobody." I say. Spider-Man shakes his head.
Five. Four. Three. Two. One. I'm out. I feel Quicksilver grab my arms and have to resist the urge to fight back. He holds my arms behind me as Spider-Man carefully webs them together. They do the same for my feet.
"How am I supposed to walk?" I demand. Spider-Man shrugs.
"Hop. Like a bunny." Quicksilver suggests. I glare at him.
"Okay, let's get moving," Captain America says. They configure a line, which consists of Stark and Captain America in the front, me, Quicksilver, and Spider-Man in the middle, and Scarlet Witch and Black Widow in the back. Putting the two people who had the easiest chance of beating me in the back was a smart move. For once, they actually did something right, unlike deciding what they were going to do with me a minute before the web dissolved. I'm still bitter about that, although that's not saying anything considering that was like five minutes ago.
Mentally keeping track of where we are, I realize we're about halfway to the containment areas. And we're in a long hallway, which is the perfect spot to attack.
I 'stumble' as I'm hopping along, crashing into Spider-Man. He's unprepared and falls, and I shove him down and jump on his back. Quicksilver has limited area to move, and Scarlet Witch can't shoot anything at me as she might hit one of her teammates. Stark has no powers, so I jump over to him, jump again, and loop my arms around his neck.
"Step any closer and I'll kill him," I threaten. Everyone stares at me in horror, worry for their teammate evident.
"Look, just let him go-" Captain America starts to say. I shake my head, smirking.
"You are in no position to make demands, Captain. I suggest you stop talking," I say, tightening my hold on Stark, making sure he could still breathe easily, but still threatening his safety.
"I vote for hearing the girl out," Stark suggests, and as Captain America nods, I loosen my grip on Stark a little.
"All Hydra wants is a few files. Files on how to make the Iron-Man suit, and I'll be out, and your good friend here can live." I try and negotiate.
"I wouldn't call us friends," Stark intercede. I tighten my hold again.
"Shut up," I growl. Stark nods, and I loosen my hold. Again. This man is getting annoying. "I want all your input. Is it a yes files, a no files?" I wonder, just wanting the files so I get can get out of here and back home. It's not a nice home, but it's home.
"Yes," Captain America says.
"No," Stark says at the same time. I sigh. This is going to be harder than I originally thought.
Captain America whispers something in Spider-Man's and Quicksilver's ears. They nod and quickly leave. Quicksilver is literally gone in a second. Scarlet Witch and Black Widow have stayed silent this whole time.
"Where are they going?" I demand, panic rising. If I mess up on this mission, Hydra's going to have my head… Literally, probably. Either my head or what's left of my sanity. They might literally torture me to madness.
"Calm down. They're simply going to get the files." Captain America informs me, his eyes never leaving my arms, which are wrapped around Stark's throat.
"Good. Now, as I retreat, I'm going to bring him with me. I'll leave him outside Avengers Tower." I say. That's true- but I neglected the part where I slit his throat.
Using my right hand, I fish a knife out of my sleeve that I hadn't been able to reach before. Using my left hand, I cut the web on my hands, and holding the knife up to Stark's throat, I grab another one out of my leather jacket and cut the web on my feet, my knife never leaving Stark's throat.
"You guys need to up your game. You didn't even check me for knives." I say, putting one of them back. Captain America's face is stony, and Black Widow and Scarlet Witch are glaring daggers at me. Ironic, I suppose.
The ceiling drops out from above me, and the knife is removed from my hand in an instant. I feel a needle stab my arm, and everything goes black. I vaguely feel my head hit the floor.
A/N Hey! So... Um... Here's the first chapter of my new Avengers fanfiction! It was so much fun to write and I hope you all like it. I already have the next three chapters written out, and I'm thinking I'm just going to publish them right away. I probably will. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it and please let me know what you think! Feedback will be appreciated!
Quick question: I have a name picked out for the main character, and I don't know if I like it that much... Suggestions for her name will be greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading!
-Elle