(I know I'm in the middle of a story right now but this popped into my head and I just had to share it. I will finish the other story first but I just needed to get this out there before it vanished. Let me know what you think! XD)
The band finished playing and Opal made her way to the bar. She liked Tokyo it was loud, noisy, and full of people. An ideal place to hide. Opal sat down quietly watching her surrounding for her peripherals.
"Can I buy you a drink honey?" A man said as he sat down next to her. She studied him for a moment. He was tall with dark brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He didn't seem like a threat so she nodded her consent.
"Two bears please." That's when she realized he was speaking English. Normally it wouldn't have thrown her, there were plenty of tourists in Tokyo but this bar was way off the map…tourist never came here.
She whipped her head around and looked the man dead in the eyes, "Who are you and what do you want with me?"
"I don't want anything with you sweetheart," he said with a grin, "but S.H.I.E.L.D. does." She bolted. Shot up so quickly she knocked a couple bar stools over.
"She's on the run." Stark said as he calmly walked to his car. If she was as dangerous as they said she was then he was going to need his suit.
Opal kept running. She ran blindly through the streets of Tokyo and she didn't stop until she was alone. She looked at her surroundings; she seemed to be in an abandoned warehouse district. She knew there was no escaping S.H.I.E.L.D. this time but she prayed they had only sent the one. Less lives lost that way.
"You're surrounded babe." Opal looked up to see the voice had come from a metal man in the sky. 'Must be Ironman' she thought as she remembered a few news reports about him.
"Don't move!" Someone yelled from behind her. She looked around to see twenty S.H.I.E.L.D. agents surround her.
She felt fear bubble up inside her, "please…don't come any closer…." They ignored her and began to circle in. "I'm begging you…I'm unstable." Her bright yellow eyes began fading. "I warned you." She whispered as her eyes turned a pale sickly yellow and all hell broke loose.
"Opal….wake up…Opal..." An unfamiliar voice rang in Opal's ears as she regained consciousness.
She sat up groggily, "Where am I?" she asked the red headed woman seated opposite her.
"You're at S.H.I.E.L.D." She replied. Opal looked at her surroundings; glass walls, security panels, an agent in the room with her. Yep, defiantly at S.H.I.E.L.D. Opal looked herself over in the glass. Nothing had changed much. She still wore her black leather jacket zipped up to the top of her neck, her black leather pants, and black leather boots wear still present as well. The only change was her eyes. They were once again their normal shade of vibrant yellow.
"I'm agent Natasha Romanoff." The red headed woman said.
Opal turned towards the agent. "Well then agent Romanoff," Opal said locking eyes with her, "how many agents did I kill?"
Natasha looked at her with pleading eyes, "Don't do this to yourself…"
Opal cut her off with the wave of her hand, her eyes boring into Natasha's. "Tell me before I force it out of you."
Natasha swallowed hard, "Seventeen."
"Ironman?"
"Tony Stark lives to see another day." Natasha looked away for a moment trying to regain her composure. Opal started to unzip her jacket.
"What are you doing?" Natasha asked startled.
Opal didn't reply, she slipped off the jacket leaving her with only a black bikini on top. An icicle dagger formed in Opal's hand. She used her reflection in the glass to guide her hand. "Ten." She drew a circle in her skin. "Fifteen." She made an X beside it. "Seventeen." She finished by drawing two more lines into her back. Blood dripped down her back as Opal laid a hand over the fresh marks turning them blue with frostbite.
Natasha looked at Opal in horror. Her whole torso was covered in similar marks except her stomach with had five jagged lines racked across both sides. Opal calmly put her jacket back on, carefully zipping it up all the way. She looked herself over in the glass. Shaggy brown hair and pale skin, the only thing marking her different where her yellow eyes and the scares she hidden under her clothes.
"Why do you do it?" Natasha asked her voice barely above a whisper.
Opal turned around to look at the agent, "Because I have to."
(Let me know what you think please!)