On February 5, 2005, in the small town in Nebraska, a scream comes from a house as a single mother finds a man in her house her infant daughter sleeping in his arms. That night the police come to the home after a phone call from the mother and find the child missing and the mother with several cuts and a bullet wound. She died from her wounds soon after. The missing child, on the other hand, had a fate worse than death. They tried to catch the man who took the child but the snow had already covered the tracks.
13 years later
I sit in the getaway car weapons strapped to my body and assault rifle on the seat next to me. I sigh looking out of the window the rolling snowy hills showing that we still had a long drive till be got back to the base. I shift and look forward the driver looks as unfriendly as he did to the airport.
"what do you want Agent Ivanov," he said in a thick Russian accent. I'm not surprised that he knew that I wanted to ask a question I was learning to read expressions before I could talk.
" I was wondering when I would get a good mission I've been doing assignations since I was ten," I say bored. " I want to infiltrate, befriend than get information. Not walk in shoot run out," I sigh imagining it. I start to fiddle with the patch sewn into my uniform. An octopus, well it looks like octopus but octopus is a stupid name Hydra sounds so much cooler.
The driver sighed "well you didn't hear this from me but I did here they plan on giving you something harder but at your age, I don't expect you to be doing anything too big. I think it's something that only someone at your age and experience can do."
The rest of the ride back consisted of me staring at the mountains that hide the base. My home. For now at least until I get transferred to a new one. This base is in a hidden part of the Ural mountains. Most people speak Russian but a few- like my driver- who speak English. I can speak many languages fluently from the different places I've been. I can speak English (main language) French, Russian, Spanish and Chinese but for now I'm speaking in Russian.
I step out of the car into the garage. The garage is musty and smells like mold. The grey concrete that surrounds me radiates
colds. I suppress a shiver as I grab my gun out of the back seat. My steps resound through the massive room. I type in the code for the door and it slides open revealing the busy world that is my life.
People are everywhere walking in different directions speaking in rapid Russian. I see a scientist walking with a weird blue-green liquid for an experiment. I sigh it's good to be back. It takes me a few minutes pushing past people to get to my room.
My room isn't really my room it's the room I share with my friend Nelli or Agent Petrov. She is not as experienced though she's older than me. She said when she was younger she refused to fight. Now that didn't last long that behavior is not tolerated in Hydra but it set her back a bit. She is a very optimistic person. She always has been.
Nelli looks up when I step in "how'd it go Alexandra?" she asks
"good," I say flopping face down on my bed.
" you tired?" she says looking concerned.
"Nope," I say popping the p "just bored of the same mission."
she looks down at me and with a smile she says
"well I'm sure you'll get a good one soon" I groan into my pillow
"That's what you said last year"
" well, maybe you'll feel better after a nap" I scoff
"Okay mom," I say but all of the venom in lost a nap does sound good. So I close my eyes.
"wake me in 5," I say already starting to fall asleep. Before I fall asleep I hear Nelli mutter sarcastically.
" Yeah not tired at all"
A week after I got back. I got a message from my handler- the person who gives me all of my missions and explains the details- saying 'meet me in my office I've got a new mission'. I walk the twisting path to his office.
I knock on the wood door and wait until I hear the "come in" I step inside his office. The smell of peppermint assaults my nose. My handler also known as Agent Walker is a pudgy man with short dark brown hair and jet black eyes that I'm sure are fake unlike me lanky with dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes.
I look up at him without expression my feet are together back straight and feet together. He smiles his teeth look like they were polished until they blinded him.
" I've got a mission for you," he says in his smooth voice void of accent. "It's finally time for your first infiltration mission. The kind you've been asking for."
"what will I have to do," I ask eagerly. He smiles at my eagerness.
"we are going to try to hurt the Avengers. We are going to use one of their own to get information," I don't know much on the Avengers but I know they're bad.
" how will I get into the Avengers?" I ask the task seeming impossible. No way the Avengers would just let some 13-year-old waltz in their tower and find out all of their secrets
"You're not going straight to the Avengers your going to go to a school and befriend a student,"
"who?' I ask I'm so excited I can't let Agent Walker know that but I can't wait.
" Have you ever heard of Peter Parker?"