Hi everyone! This is my very first published fanfiction! Please feel free to review, I would love to hear what you all think.
I guess this is also the part where I say that I don't own Marvel (you'd think that would be pretty obvious considering this website is called FanFiction... go figure).
I do however take full ownership for my character Kona Donovan and any other characters mentioned or affiliated with the Black Falcons (IMIA).
Enjoy!
The streetside cafe was quaint, alive with the soft hum of casual conversation. A businessman sat sipping an espresso, skimming over a few legal documents. A young man and his fiance discussed wedding details while nibbling on pastries. Not even a trained eye would have noticed anything special about the woman in the corner sipping a cup of coffee over a plate of a few small pastries. She was dressed rather plainly, a casual t-shirt printed with a popular band, dark jeans, and converse. She sat alone, with no reading material or facebook profile to update, seemingly content with watching the pedestrians wander about the streets of D.C.
But Kona Donovan was no common cafe customer. She was waiting, and her wait was over once a dark skinned man in sunglasses slid into the ornate white seat across from her.
"You should try a cookie," she said passively. "They're really quite delicious."
"I would," he replied in a deep rumbling voice, "but my doctor has me on a strict low fat diet."
"Pity. More for me I suppose." she said with a small smile, plucking one from the plate. She knew Nick Fury, the director of her sister agency, but in her world there was no such thing as too cautious.
Without another word, Nick slid a tightly sealed folder across the table. "Read that carefully, then burn it." he said, lowering his voice a little.
She picked up the document and broke the seal with deft fingers. "You know our records are the safest in the world."
"Not for this it isn't," he said simply.
Kona raised an eyebrow as she quickly read through the only two sheets of paper in the file. "The Lemurian Star?" she said quietly.
"Agent Romanoff retrieved all the data we had onto a single flash drive not 24 hours ago." he said, leaning forward to avoid potential eavesdroppers. "But the files were sealed even to me."
"I didn't seal them, if that's what you're wondering," she said.
"I didn't think so, but doesn't hurt to ask."
Kona tucked the file into the satchel at her hip. "Something tells me you didn't call just to ask me if I've been messing with your op, Nick."
"No." he said gravely. "Kona, if you are the only reasonable person on a short list of people with the authority to seal such classified intel to the director of SHIELD, then this goes higher up the totem pole than I feared. Which means-."
"SHIELD has been compromised." she whispered, their worst fears realized.
Fury nodded. "You know what to do. I suggest you pull in all your people. Something big is about to go down, and when it does there can be nothing tying SHIELD to the IMIA. If either of us survive this, your agency will need to step in and pick up the pieces."
She took gulp of her coffee. She'd need the caffeine today. "So Code Revenant it is then."
He rose smoothly from his chair and reached out a hand to shake hers. "Good luck, Captain," he said. As he walked away, Kona quickly glanced at the small piece of paper he'd slipped into her hand, the number of the next burn phone they could use to contact each other. Committing it to memory, she tore it up into tiny pieces and tossed it into the last bit of coffee in her cup, watching the specialized ink dissolve before rising from her seat and placing her tip on the table.
She had work to do.
Kona lay still in the snow, the shuddering rise and fall over her chest the only indication that she was alive. Blood poured from several wounds in her chest and stomach. How had everything gone so wrong so fast? She had been prepared, pulled out every single one of her agents to her side no matter how sensitive the op. They had been armed and ready.
But nothing could have prepared them for the army that came after the single message she'd received from Fury.
HYDRA.
With all their skills, all their weapons, all their technology it all came down to a cruel statistical truth; 5/1. All she could do was watch in horror as her loyal agents, her closest friends, her family, fell.
One by one. They dropped into gathering pools of blood, their lifeless eyes staring vacantly into the cloudy winter sky. She watched as Steele, her best friend and lifelong partner, collapsed in the snow and the light faded from his cold blue eyes, his blood so fresh it melted the snow into which it seeped. She had screamed with such anguish that she barely noticed the five rounds she sustained and her body finally give out, unable to support her weight.
Now she lay there, numb, waiting for death to take her. She had lost everything, and now it was over. She was no doctor, but she had been in combat long enough to know that she had ruptured several major organs and sustained one collapsed lung. Captain Kona Donovan, the clever leader, the survivor, was not going to live through this one.
The cold and the loss of blood taking its toll, she barely heard the crunch of boots on snow as they approached her. Icy hands lifted her chin and a grinning face peered down at her, chuckling.
"Somehow I knew you would still be clinging on," he said in a deadly whisper. "Even after everyone else had passed." He rose and motioned for two HYDRA agents. "Take her for Project Sampson. Let us see how broken the Captain really is."
