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This is my first fanfiction, so sorry if it's a bit crappy or if it has mistakes, please tell me, I'd love some feedback. But please if you comment don't be rude! I hope you like it!

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May contain violence, self-hate, cursing and potential triggers. If you are uncomfortable with any of this, do not read.

Summary:
Running away from the people that wanted her head. Hiding in crappy places. Surviving on her skills as hacker, fighter and thief. That's how she lived. Her path in life... She was a wanted criminal, a fugitive. Always on the run. Not like she had a choice when there was a couple of assassins, a few spies and whole organizations chasing her. Of course, she wasn't exactly the image of innocence, she knew things that could sink groups like SHIELD to the bottom, she fought well enough to escape a certain redheaded Russian, twice, and she had killed before, granted, they were not very nice people but... What was she supposed to do? It was kill or be killed. She didn't have anyone that could help her, no friends, no family that knew she existed. But honestly, she was tired, bored in a way. Who could blame her? It's not like she could get a hobby, she was too busy trying to stay alive to start collecting stamps. But she knows that when you live like that, you have to go on, there is no turning back. She has only one choice, surviving, well, until she breaks. What she doesn't know is that she is already broken, and because of that, she made a mistake. She got caught.

Disclaimer: I don't own the avengers or anything that you recognize.

Chapter 1:

I want your word. I need you to promise. Promise me you will hold on. Promise me that you won't give up. That you won't let go. Live your life, forget the pain. And remember me.

Run. Hide. Survive.
That's all she ever did.

Even now, as she walked down the cool streets of London, she couldn't help but look over her shoulder every few minutes. She was being paranoid, and she knew it. However, after everything she had gone through, nobody would blame her. That is, if they knew. That was the problem. Nobody knew anything about her. She had lived in the same flat for over six months, lived in London, but yet, not even her landlady knew her real name. It was all fake. Fake name, fake age, fake hair color, fake piercings, fake life.

Most people would be shocked. Nobody could live like that! They would never understand that she could. She was so used to being alone, that she hardly noticed anymore, or at least that's what she told herself. She had spent most of her life as a fugitive. Always on the run. She didn't have anyone, no friends, no family. Not anymore. It wasn't good to get attached, her trainer had always said. She didn't believe him, she used to think that numbers were strength, she was proved wrong a few years later. It wasn't a nice way to learn her lesson. She could live with that. "It's not good to get attached, it will only hurt you." She may have thought it was rubbish before but now that was one of her most important rules. Every single time that she had tried to get close to any kind of relationship, someone got hurt. Sure, that's normal, but only when the hurt is a heartbreak, not when it implies losing a limb or two. And the pain? Knowing that she was the cause of others getting hurt? It never left. Every minute, every second that went by, made it harder for her to hide what she was really feeling. Yes. It was better this way.

She stopped her thoughts as she saw something from the corner of her eye. She "accidentally" dropped one of the papers she was holding and used the opportunity to look behind her as she picked it up. It was nothing, just a couple of kids... wrestling? She shook her head and took a deep breath, she shouldn't get this alarmed over some children having fun. Huh. There's a strange word. Fun. She honestly couldn't remember a single time where she had had fun in which she was older than twelve. The last she could remember was when Will- she sighed, some things were better kept behind a wall.

She had worked too hard on forgetting to let it all go to waste with some wishful thinking. Obviously, she knows that someday it will all go down, but she still had a lot to do until then. Sooner or later someone will find her, be it the FBI, SHIELD, or someone else. Doesn't really matter, they all want her the same way, sooner or later she'll end up buried six feet underground.

It's the truth, no one can run forever, she had to make the most of her time. After all, she still had a promise to keep.

She held her breath at the sound of footsteps outside. She could hear them rummaging through her stuff while trying to find something of use. Seconds turned into minutes and after what felt like an eternity, the leader of the search party finally gave the order, "Retreat! There's nothing! I repeat, retreat"

She took a long breathe and let out a sigh of relief as she heard the footsteps fading into the distance. Once silence reigned again, she opened the small door slowly and hurried her way out of the air duct. Apparently, her paranoia hadn't been unjustified. Quickly, she packed her laptop, money, fake ID and some survival basics in her backpack. She grabbed her jacket and a beanie hat and put them on.
Silently and as fast as she could manage, she got out of the flat and ran into the streets.

This night, the city of London was covered in a thin layer of snow, the air was chilly but the beauty of it all hit her once again as she took in her surroundings. It was almost midnight, but the stars and the moon gave a special glow to the city. She had lived there for less than a year but that time was enough to learn that London was truly a beautiful place... but once again, she had to leave.

The streets were calm and almost empty tonight, but she knew better than to let her guard down, especially after tonight. She pulled down her hood so that it covered her face and tightened her grip on her backpack and ran, light on her feet and barely making a sound.

She couldn't believe they had found her. She was usually so careful! She knew it was a risk to stay for that long but she was sure that nobody knew where she was, and she had been tired of running away from everything every few weeks.
After a few minutes she slowed down from running to a fast paced walk, and from that to a normal pace. She went on for about half an hour until her instincts acted. Someone was following her. She got down on one knee and pretended to tie her shoelaces as she listened for any kind of movement or unusual noises. She heard nothing, but the uneasy feeling wouldn't leave. She closed her eyes for a second and her hearing heightened. She heard breathing and footsteps, light and almost completely silent, a woman's, and a trained one.

She stood again and adjusted her pace and breathing slightly so that it would match the man's, whom she could hear clearly now, hoping that with some distance between them, he'd rely on her hearing to try and find her and her own sounds would stop the stalker from noticing her.., but she knew that if she went any faster, whoever was watching would know she had seen her. After a minute of walking as if everything was normal, she turned into a dark alley and hid between the shadows.

Not even a minute had passed when a woman with fiery red hair and a black skintight suit cautiously entered the alley.
She'd seen her before, a few years ago. She remembered that night at Moscow as if it were yesterday. Her name was Natalia Romanova, the Black Widow, though she always just called her 'паук', Russian for spider. She had done some research on her a few months ago after seeing her on TV, saving the world from the chitaurii. She went by Natasha now, and worked for SHIELD, unlike seven years ago when she had been sent to kill her. Her redheaded best friend had chased her all the way to Budapest.

Natasha scanned the place with her eyes but failed to see the fugitive hiding in the shadows. She had been tracking this girl for months, well, until Loki happened. Now she was back on the game, but she didn't know anything about the person she was following. All she knew was that there was a person out there with information about nearly every secret organization that Natasha could name. And she knew plenty. People back at headquarters called her the Wolf. But for some reason, she never tried to reveal anything, never contacted any of the organizations, never asked for anything, they didn't know who it was or what she wanted, she just had information. And that made this wolf even the more dangerous.

The runaway wolf considered jumping on the agent and running, but this notion was quickly stopped when she saw the gun on Natasha's hand, that and a small flashback of the last time they had fought. Silently, she moved in the dark like a shadow. Her dark clothes helping her camouflage and blend in and her hood hiding her face.

She could see the agent tense and knew that she had felt her move, so she stopped and held her breath, slowing her heart and calming herself.

As soon as she saw the muscles on Natasha's hand relax, she dove forward and with a flip, kicked at the agent and caught her in the stomach, but she recovered quickly and sent her own attack to the fugitive. She ducked, the agent's foot barely missing her head, and then blocked a handful of hits, though a few hit their mark.

The hooded girl cursed under her breath as Natasha slammed her into a wall. She kicked out to shake her off but let out another line of colorful words as "паук" caught her foot and flipped her around. she got up and searched her brain for everything she had on the agent. She analyzed and copied.

Only a few seconds had passed when she managed to perfectly assimilate паук's, that is Natasha's, fighting style. She blocked all of her hits all the while she managed to land a few hits on the agent, including a powerful roundhouse kick that sent her smack into the wall, giving her just enough time to take Natasha's gun from her holster and hitting her head with it, leaving her unconscious for a few minutes. But a few minutes was all she needed.

She took the rounds out of the gun and threw it far away ran out of the alley and stuck to the shadows as she made her escape. She almost got away until she spotted another silhouette on the roof of a nearby building. The person was following her and jumping from building to building as they ran along her.

Unexpectedly, she caught a glimpse of an arrow and rolled on the ground just in time to avoid being hit, but the arrow did manage to barely skim her leg and rip a bit of skin. She winced, but pain was nothing new to her, she got up, pulled on her hoodie to make sure it still covered her face and kept running as she saw the person from the roof draw another arrow.
At least she knew he didn't aim to kill, he shot at her leg, they wanted her alive.

She ran until her legs were burning, but she still couldn't lose the guy on the rooftop. Now she realized that she would never get away like this, he was obviously slower than her, but he had good tactics and kept blocking her way, she had to fight.

She took a sharp turn left and then doubled back in what would be a blind-spot of whoever was up there, then she turned right and into an apartment building went up the stairs so fast, she might as well be flying. She got to the rooftop just in time and had just taken her dagger from her backpack and hid it in her boot as she saw the man run and jump from a nearby building to where she was standing.

He was shorter than she had thought but twice as built. He took a cautious step forward as she saw him draw an arrow, "Don't." she said, talking in a lower voice to hide herself better.

At first he looked surprised that she had talked but he shook it off quickly, "You're the mysterious wolf." he said.

She nodded. "That is what some call me." She almost growled at him, she hated that name..

"Who are you?" He asked curiously.

"No one." She answered in the same voice as before, slightly lower than usual. Slightly surprised that this man, who she already figured out to be Hawkeye, was curious instead of trying to kill her. But even if he kept his calm but fierce demeanor, she knew he didn't like her answer, he was getting annoyed. Good.

"SHIELD doesn't go after 'nobody's", he said as-a-matter-of-factly while slowly stepping closer.
Though she was too busy thinking about her experience with SHIELD
to pay any further attention.

All the times she had been chased, she had met quite a few agents, she had even seen Fury one before but not this guy. So, against her best judgement, she was curious, "Why did they send you?" He answered, but not how she wanted, "SHIELD, it stands for str-" "I know what it stands for. I want to know why they sent you." The agent seemed a bit taken aback by her reaction and raised an eyebrow at this but otherwise kept his stoic posture. After a few seconds of hesitation he said, "It's my job.".

"What is your real reason?" She asked, though she didn't really expect him to answer how he did.

"I volunteered."

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So that's it for now, I hope you liked. Hopefully, I'll update again soon this week. See you soon!
-GMR