Idea I had watching Civil War. might get abandoned if I lose interest but I will try to keep up.
Disclaimer (cos it seems compulsory): Unfortunately I don't own the smol little cinnamon rolls known as the Avengers :'(
1; Boring life, Big legacy
Kit's p.o.v.
I honestly couldn't be having a worse day. My great aunt, role model and the expectation I have to live up to (admittedly they are the same person) is 100% dead from now on and all I'll ever see of her now is her photo's and grave. To top that of my cousin Sharon is now flirting with her capsicle of an ex. Though honestly despite living closer to aunt Peg, she only ever saw her as an empty legacy to surpass. A gateway when her mother wasn't 'reasonable' about what she wanted Sharon to do. But as she begins to make more forward advances he checks his watch and walks away after apologising for having to leave. Sensible man. And while she's here I might as well call her out on that.
"Hello Sharon." I'm calm, unfortunately she can tell its the perfected spies killing calm. I brush my constantly untidy, bobbed auburn hair behind my ear with my right hand as I keep my gaze focused on her.
"Hello Katherine," I wince at how she uses my proper name that I really fucking hate. "How long were you standing there?" Under the innocence of the question I sense her tension and a hint of fear.
"Long enough. I wish you would be more respectful, every spy has their mission. The one which ends them. You better hope I don't make yours your next mission." The atmosphere in the church slowly chills down to sub-zero as she mentally writes reply.
"Fine, Kit." She speaks my name bitterly. "What do you want?"
"Less flirting with Captain Rodgers, for aunt Peg's sake at least. And I hear that the C.I.A. wants new counter-terrorism recruits." I make sure she's looking into my eyes. Their forest green always seems to set her on edge.
"So you want me to talk to Ross?" I guess my tactic worked.
"Yeah that exactly, I'll do you a favour for that as well."
"Fine, but I want intel on London's underground politics for work." Well negotiated cousin.
"Ok. You can have two pages as soon as you talk to Ross. Now I have to go, unlike you I'm not too busy to attend the wake."
It's been two months since I spoke to her after aunt Peg's funeral; and, true to her word, she got me a place in the counter-terrorism squad. So now I'm here in a Bavarian theme park responding to a bomb threat. Despite my C.I.A. badge I blend in among the naval officers on leave with their families and the busloads of teens on a school trip. With my experience in MI5 they put me in command of the recruit team. Despite the fact that I'm 99.9% sure Ross distrusts me after Sharon disobeyed orders during the avenger vs avenger showdown. The team is currently scouting for a possible device so we can evacuate the park before there are any civilian casualties.
Yet all the large, open, crowded public areas are possible device free and security was ramped up at the entrances so there's no chance it was the threat of one carried in by a tourist or park visitor. And my shit-is-about-to-go-down sense is in overdrive...and then I see the struts of the nearest rollercoaster.
Attached to each one is a small black box with a blinking red light that is slowly speeding up its blinking. It's attached to the biggest rollercoaster in the park which is surrounded by spectators and a gigantic queue. My mind says that this is the bomb and now the blinking is once every five seconds. In classes they told us that this kind of bomb goes off when the light stops blinking. I have thirty seconds at most to get people out. Luckily two members of my seem to be in the vicinity. I look at them as I begin to yell (in German of course).
"We're evacuating the area. There is a serious bomb threat. Please proceed to the park gates." My team members repeat what I yelled in French and Dutch as pandemonium ensues. twenty seconds later the light is barely blinking and multiple people are still nearby but close enough to suitable shelter, and that's when I see the child in the extreme danger zone.
A girl who couldn't be more than five or six is sitting a few metres away crying at a cut knee and screaming for her dad. She must have been pushed to the ground in the panic and is in no way going to be able to make it here in the five to ten seconds we have left. And that's when my dumb heroism kicks in. I sprint to her, pick her up and run. But before I've gone ten metres I hear a loud beep and turn my head to see the lights have stopped blinking. Unthinking I throw the girl to the ground and drop ontop of her as carefully as I can as a wave of extreme heat blackens my vision...
Hope you guys liked this! I'll try and get another chapter out soon but no promises...