Author's Note: Hello Everyone and welcome to my fan fiction!

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Anya Smerdyakov was known to most as Deathstalker. Trained by Kraven the Hunter and the Winter Soldier, Anya is a soldier through and through. However, everything changes the day Captain America sinks Project Insight into the river. The Winter Soldier, confused and unsure, leaves Anya behind, where she is found by none other than Steve Rogers. He contacts the other Avengers and they all agree to take Anya in. Anya begins a journey of trying to be a teenager in a normal world, while also navigating the life of living with heroes. It's certainly not easy, but maybe Peter Parker can help her find her way.

Pairings: eventual Peter Parker/Anya Smerdyakov, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff, Clint/Anya father daughter relationship, Natasha/Anya mother daughter relationship

I should also say that I don't own Dmitri Smerdyakov aka Chameleon, Sergei Kravinoff aka Kraven the Hunter, or Kraven's two children Anastasia and Vladimir. If you're familiar with the comics or the cartoons, then you probably recognize Kraven and Chameleon as part of the Sinister Six, which is a team of Spider-Man villains. They also worked for the KGB and Hydra at certain points in their lives. Granted, I'm taking a lot of creative liberty with their characters, but I don't own them. I only own Anya.

This will cover the movies CA:TWS, A:AoU, CA:CW, Spider-Man: Homecoming, and possibly Infinity War, as well as some little snippets of my own work in between. Of course, this is subject to change, so don't quote me on this.

The title of this story is from Oh Miss Believer by Twenty One Pilots.

Also, sorry if the Russian is terrible. I used Google translate.

Please enjoy!


Chapter One: Changes

"Time may change me, but you can't trace time."

Changes by David Bowie


Chekhov, Russia

January 2006

"Спешите, Аня, или мы опоздаем к вашему дяде Сергею (Hurry along now, Anya, or we're going to be late for your Uncle Sergei)," Dmitri Smerdyakov told his five year old daughter.

"Да папа (Yes, papa)." Anya Smerdyakov gripped her father's hand tighter as they walked through the snow strewn streets to her uncle's house. Most young girls would be excited to visit their uncle and cousins, but not Anya. Because Anya wasn't visiting her Uncle Sergei to play with her cousins Anastasia and Vladimir. She was visiting to help clean his house.

The five year old girl didn't understand why she and her father cleaned her uncle's house every day, she only knew that she hated it. She disliked picking up her cousin's toys, knowing that she couldn't play with them. She couldn't play at all, really. She spent her days at school and then heading directly for her Uncle Sergei's house to clean. There wasn't much playtime for the little five year old.

Anya brushed some snowflakes off of her eyelashes as they approached Sergei's esteemed mansion. As always, the young girl's eyes widened with fascination. Her and her father lived in a modest house, with three rooms total. One room for her father, one for her own, and the kitchen. In all honesty, it was about as big as Sergei's son, Vladimir's room and Anastasia's room. So naturally, her uncle's mansion seemed like a castle to her. Sometimes, when she was helping her father do chores, she would imagine that she was like Cinderella before her fairy godmother came. It was the only enjoyment Anya found in her daily routine.

Unlike his daughter, Dmitri scowled at the sight of his half brother's house. The two boys had not been close as children, and nothing had really changed as they grew into adults. While Dmitri was smaller and skinnier, Sergei was large and tall. Dmitri resented how much better his brother could be at some things. He had superior strength and speed that he inherited from their mother. He was successful as a hunter and well respected in the community.

Dmitri almost snorted at his own thoughts. He wouldn't be so well respected if they knew what he did for a living, he thought to himself. That was another reason Dmitri both hated and admired his half brother. Sergei worked for Hydra.

Admittedly, Dmitri knew very little about Hydra. Only that they were as shady an organization as the KGB, and a secret. Dmitri had discovered their existence by accident, and afterwards, Sergei had threatened him to keep quiet. He had also practically taken him prisoner when he hired him to work as a servant in his house.

Dmitri allowed himself a smirk as they got closer to Sergei's house. What Sergei didn't know was that Dmitri had an escape plan. And it was all thanks to the fact that he had a different father from Sergei.

While Sergei had inherited superior strength and speed from their mother, Dimitri had inherited something from his father. The ability to change shape. He could manipulate his features to look like anything he wanted.

That was his escape plan. As soon as the time was right, he planned to take Anya, change his shape, and leave behind Sergei forever. He could start a new life, and Anya would not grow up so miserable. He owed it to his lately deceased wife, who had begged him on her deathbed, to give their daughter a better life. And he planned on fulfilling that promise.

The father and daughter made it to the large mansion and rang the doorbell. Sergei's butler, Gregor, opened the door for them. "Привет мой друг (Hello, my friend)," he greeted Dmitri. Then he smiled down at little Anya. "Привет малыш. Как у вас сегодня дела? (Hello, little one. How are you today?)"

"Просто отлично спасибо (Just fine, thanks)," Dmitri said, as he stripped off his coat and helped his daughter with her coat. "Где Сергей нуждается, чтобы мы убрали сегодня? (Where does Sergei need us to clean today?)"

"Он хочет очистить подвал сегодня, сэр (He wants the basement cleaned today, sir,)" Gregor said politely. "Ты хочешь, чтобы Аня была с тобой? (Do you want to keep Anya with you?)"

"Да. Увидимся позже, Грегор (Yes. See you later, Gregor)," Dmitri said, in a hurry to finish with his job today.

Gregor bid them goodbye and allowed the Smerdyakovs to get on with their jobs.

Anya sighed in boredom,with all the drama a five year old girl was capable of. She hated basement day. It meant a lot of laundry and not much fun. With most chores, she could find some way to make it fun. With sweeping or dusting, she could pretend she was Cinderella, cleaning for her ugly stepsisters. But not with laundry. Anya could never find a way to make laundry fun. What princess ever did laundry?

Dmitri, however, was glad for a chance to be in the basement. Sergei never came down to his basement. This was the best chance he had to tell Anya about his plan of escape, because Sergei had his apartment under surveillance. But not his own house.

For a while, the father and daughter pair worked as hard as they could to get the laundry done, while Anya sang in her cute little kid voice. She wasn't a good singer, but she liked to sing the songs from Cinderella, which was her favorite movie. Dmitri smiled at his only child. She looked like a miniature version of her father. She had dark black hair with small curls that bounced when she ran. Her eyes were a dark brown, that looked almost black, but they shone with the life and positivity of youth. Her skin was as pale as her mother's had been, and she had also inherited a splash of freckles across her cheek. She had a small nose and no shortage of baby fat. She looked like a healthy little girl who was full of energy and happiness, despite her current situation.

"Аня, нам нужно поговорить (Anya, we need to talk)," Dmitri told his daughter.

Anya stopped singing 'A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes' from Cinderella and looked up at her father. She put down the shirt she was attempting to fold and smiled. "Да папа? (Yes, papa?)"

"Как бы вы хотели жить в другом месте?(How would you like to live somewhere else?)" he asked her softly, keeping his voice down in case Sergei decided to make a surprise visit.

The dark haired little girl only appeared confused. What did that mean? "Куда бы мы пошли, папа? (Where would we go, papa?)" she asked.

"Везде, где вы хотите, дорогая. Мы могли бы оставить эту работу, и вы могли бы играть все, что вы хотите. Как это звучит? (Anywhere you want, darling. We could leave this job, and you could play all you want. How does that sound?)" There was a soft twinkle in his eye as he spoke to his daughter. The thought of leaving behind the city of his abusive childhood, of leaving his life of servitude, gave him a feeling of elation that he had not felt since his daughter's birth. He was ready to leave. And he could tell by the delighted look on Anya's face that she was just as excited at the prospect.

"Действительно, папа? Ты имеешь в виду, что нам больше не нужно работать? (Really, papa? You mean we wouldn't have to work anymore?)" Anya question in excitement. Her dark brown eyes lit up the way they always did when she was excited.

Dmitri nodded, but put a finger to his lips to shush her. Anya copied his movement and put a finger to her lips. "Да, Аня. Нам больше не пришлось бы работать на твоего дядю Сергея. Но Аня, ты должна быть готова уйти в любой момент. И вы не можете сказать никому. Даже Грегор. Ты понимаешь? Вы должны держать это в секрете. Хорошо? (Yes, Anya. We wouldn't have to work for your Uncle Sergei anymore. But Anya, you have to be ready to leave at any moment. And you can't tell anyone. Not even Gregor. You understand? You have to keep it secret. Alright?)"

"Да папа (Yes, papa)," Anya said quickly. She pretended to zip her lips, and smiled a sweet smile. Dmitri smiled back and nodded at her. Anya then went back to singing her Cinderella song, neither her nor her father realizing that Sergei Kravinoff was listening to them at the top of the steps.


Hydra Base

Siberia, Russia

January 2006

Sergei Kravinoff knew he was important. He was known to intelligence agencies around the world as Kraven the Hunter, named after his fantastic hunting skills. For the majority of his life, he had worked as a mercenary for the KGB. Recently, however, he had began to work for the organization known as Hydra.

Hydra offered him a lot more than the KGB ever did. He had more assignments, more jobs, and more money then he ever had working for the KGB. It was a much better job and he had been pleased with it, until his nosey half brother decided to dig his nose into his business.

Sergei had a strange affection for his brother. He liked him, and yet, he couldn't stand how weak Dmitri was. Dmitri would never survive in Hydra. He was too soft. Sergei wanted to toughen up his brother, to support him, but Dmitri seemed to refuse any attempts to improve. Until Dmitri discovered the existence of Hydra.

Sergei had never been more angry with his brother. If Hydra found out that he had let Dmitri know of their existence, they would have him killed. His choices had been limited. Report Dmitri to Hydra and let them take care of it, or off him himself.

However, Sergei was still fond of his brother. He decided to go for a dangerous, third option. He would let his brother live, but only under his constant supervision, and as long as he never spoke of Hydra's existence. Feeling as though he had no option, Dmitri had taken the deal.

Sergei was furious as he marched through the halls of the Hydra headquarters in Russia. He had trusted Dmitri. Offered him safety from Hydra, given him a job, and this was the thanks he got? Dmitri planned to leave him behind, to risk his life and Sergei's life at the same time? Sergei could not let it slide. But he couldn't bring himself to kill his half brother. So, he turned to General Alexei Petrov.

General Petrov was the leader of Hydra in Siberia. He was the one who had hired Sergei for his abilities. He was a ruthless leader with a heart of stone. Someone who would have no problem offing a father and his five year old daughter.

Kravinoff waited patiently to meet with Petrov. An obscure Hydra agent who's name Sergei couldn't remember escorted him into Petrov's office.

"Ах, Кравинов. Что я могу сделать для вас? (Ah, Kravinoff. What can I do for you?)" Petrov asked with cool politeness, offering his hand to Kravinoff. He respected Kravinoff for his abilities, but he also felt that the hunter had too much arrogance for his taste.

Sergei shook his hand before sitting down. "К сожалению, я пришел на плохие новости (Unfortunately, I come on bad news)," Sergei said, trying to remain calm and professional. "Боюсь, мой брат Дмитрий Смердяков обнаружил существование Гидры (I'm afraid my brother, Dmitri Smerdyakov has discovered Hydra's existence)."

Petrov's eyes flashed dangerously. "Какие? (What?)" he hissed.

"Простите, сэр. Это был несчастный случай. (I'm sorry, sir. It was an unfortunate accident)," Kravinoff apologized quickly. "Но мы должны действовать быстро. Дмитрий планирует убежать от Чехова и в ближайшее время. Он должен быть мертв к концу недели, иначе наше существование будет открыто миру. (But we must act quickly. Dmitri plans to run away from Chekhov, and soon. He needs to be dead by the end of the week, or our existence will be exposed to the world.)"

Petrov took a few moments to try and calm himself down. There would be time later to deal with Kravinoff. For now, Kravinoff was right. They needed to deal with Smerdyakov. "Отлично. Мы отправим Зимнего солдата за ним. (Very well. We shall send the Winter Soldier after him.)"

Kravinoff sighed in relief. "Спасибо генерал. (Thank you, General)."

Petrov smirked at him. "Вы не думали, что мы полностью наведем порядок для вас? (You didn't think we would completely clean up your mess for you, did you?)" he asked him, his voice dangerously quiet.

Sergei furrowed his brow in confusion. "Сэр? (Sir?)"

"Это верно, Крейвен. Вы будете сопровождать Зимнего солдата, чтобы наблюдать за убийством вашего брата и племянницы. (That's right, Kraven. You will accompany the Winter Soldier to oversee the assassination of your brother and niece.)"


Chekhov, Russia

January 2006

Anya was dreaming about living in a castle far away from her Uncle Sergei and far from her chores when she was shaken awake by her father.

"Аня, пора идти (Anya, it's time to go)," Dmitri instructed his young daughter.

The girl with the curly hair sat up and rubbed her eyes tiredly. She tried to capture just what she had been dreaming about, but the dream was already slipping through her tiny fingers. "Куда мы идем, папа? (Where are we going, papa?)" she asked tiredly.

Dmitri began shoving some of her clothes in a bag. He had already packed his own clothes, as well as some food, a gun, and other necessary items for their escape. "Я еще не уверен, моя дорогая. Просто встань и надень свое пальто и туфли.(I'm not sure yet, my dear. Just get up and put on your coat and shoes.)"

Anya nodded and crawled out of bed. She pulled on her small boots and light jacket over her little pajamas. As a last minute thought, she grabbed her stuffed giraffe that she had named Natalia and tucked it under her arm.

"Аня, мне нужно сказать тебе кое-что важное. (Anya, I need to tell you something important)." Dmitri gripped his daughter's shoulders and forced her to look at him. "Папа некоторое время будет выглядеть иначе, хорошо? Но вам не нужно бояться. Просто притворись, что это как шпионская миссия, и мы ничего не можем сказать. Хорошо? (Papa is going to look different for a while, alright? But you don't need to be scared. Just pretend that it's like a spy mission and we can't say anything. Alright?)"

"Да папа (Yes, papa)," the little girl nodded, her curls bobbing up and down.

"Хорошо. Тогда вперед. (Good. Then let's go.)" he turned to pull her towards the door when a gunshot echoed throughout the small house. The bullet hit Dmitri in the knee, causing him to scream in agony.

Anya screamed in terror. "Папа! Папа!(Papa! Papa!)" she cried, and she desperately clung to her father's hand.

"Беги, Аня! (Run, Anya!)" he told her, but the little girl didn't hear him. She could only cry and hold onto her father.

Slow footsteps approached the pair. "Привет, брат. Вы куда-нибудь шли?(Hello again, brother. Were you going somewhere?)"

"Сергей (Sergei)," Dmitri growled. "Что ты здесь делаешь? (What are you doing here?)"

"Я слышал твой маленький план, брат (I heard your little plan, brother)," Sergei informed him. "Я говорил тебе никогда не пересекать Гидру, но ты слушал? Нет, вместо этого вы планируете предать меня (I told you never to cross Hydra, but did you listen? No. Instead, you plan to betray me)."

"Ты сумасшедший (You're insane)," Dmitri spat at him. A wave of pain shot up his leg, causing his shapeshifter powers to malfunction. His hair rippled and changed colors from black to red, before returning to its natural state.

Sergei caught this and stared at his half brother in amazement. "неимоверный (Incredible)," he breathed. "Почему ты не сказал мне, что у тебя есть способности менять форму, брат? (Why didn't you tell me you had shape shifting abilities, brother?)"

"Я не знаю о чем ты говоришь (I don't know what you're talking about)," Dmitri denied flatly. Sergei stepped on his injured knee and Dmitri screamed in pain. Again, his features changed for a moment before returning to normal.

"солдат (Soldier)," Sergei called to his companion. The Winter Soldier mindlessly obeyed, entering the room and leaving the shadows. "Изменение планов. Мы приводим их обоих в Гидру. (Change of plans. We're bringing them both in to Hydra)." He grinned as the Winter Soldier picked up Dimitri and began to carry him away. Anya cried for her papa. Sergei ignored her, and harshly grabbed her hand dragging her along. If her father had these powers, it was likely little Anya had them too.

He grinned darkly at the Winter Soldier. "Что-то подсказывает мне, что Гидра найдет их обоих. (Something tells me Hydra will have a use for both of them)."