A/N: Uh, hi guys! *waves*. Okay, so this is the first chapter of my first fic on this new account (don't be fooled by the creation date – I've actually been on this site since 2009)

Yes, this is an OC story, but for those of you still wondering,

1. It is an OC/OC romance story, NOT an OC/Canon romance

2. The X-Men will feature in the story.

DISCLAIMER: I'm only writing this once, so pay attention

Xmen Evolution © Kids WB

The X-men characters (and others too) © MARVEL

OCS –

Tamara ©

Quinn © cutekitty5597

AJ © Dino724

Clarity © melissav-hehe

Robert © PolkaDottedElephants

Nina © The Lady Cloudy

Aaron © Maras LI

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Incognito

Chapter 1: Arsenal

Warning: A couple of swearwords in this chapter.

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A HYDRA foot solider scurried forward, a manila folder under one arm. He knew the penalties for interrupting a meeting off the higher-ups, but he hoped they would forgive the transgression when they saw they information he held.

Passing down another corridor – they all seemed the same in the surprisingly massive base, he stopped when he reached the double doors at the end. Unlike the vast majority of the base, these doors were wooden, not the metal automatic doors preferred.

He had to wonder if that was Madam HYDRA's preference. Not that he would ever ask her – the foot soldiers rarely ever saw the woman who ran their organisation, unless they had performed abysmally at a task they had been assigned.

And even then, in those occasions, the first time they saw her was often the last as well.

Thinking quickly, and hoping that this would not be one of the aforementioned times, he knocked on the door – three raps in quick succession – before biting the bullet and opening them slightly.

"Madam HYDRA?"

A loud whistling was heard and the agent instinctively ducked as a knife sailed over his head and embedded itself in the wooden door.

Right where his head was previously.

He felt himself get pulled off the ground roughly by the neck and shoved against the wall, staring into narrowed grass green eyes.

"Any particular reason you felt the need to barge into this meeting you certainly weren't invited to, pipsqueak?" A rough, British voice asked, belonging to none other than Arsenal, one of the best assassins-for-hire HYDRA had to offer.

Said pipsqueak had a hard time answering, considering he couldn't breathe with a hand around his neck.

"I—uh…needed… to see…. Madam…HY-DRA…" he finally gasped out, eyes almost rolling to the back of his head.

"Drop him, Arsenal," the woman commanded, her Eastern European accent showing through, clearly annoyed with the man. "And pick up the folder."

Grudgingly, the assassin did as told and the solider fell to the ground. He snatched the folder up before the man could even blink and the underling stop shakily. No wonder none of his teammates had wished to be messenger.

"You may go," Madam HYDRA dismissed him with a flick of her hand, while reading the newly handed over documents. "Although if you interrupt another meeting like that without my expressed permission, I will not hesitate to have you killed for insubordination. Understood."

Massaging his throat, the young man nodded emphatically before exiting the room.

Madam HYDRA smiled to herself.

"What has you in such good mood, Vip—" Gauntlet froze at the look on his superior's face before quickly backtracking his statement, "I, mean… Madam HYDRA?"

Rolling her eyes, the green haired woman passed the folder to him. "Look for yourself."

Said folder was passed to every operative at the table, reaching Arsenal last.

The assassin scowled as he looked at the documents, photos of five teenagers and a young woman resting on the table. With each photo was a basic description of the person, including their abilities.

Tamara Johnson, Quinn Fletcher, Annabelle Jacobs, Clarity Lawrence, Robert Tuson and Melody Parker. The former assassins for hire that HYDRA had spent years of research and training on.

The same six people who had escaped HYDRA six months ago and had been missing ever since.

"Great history lesson boss." The sarcasm was practically dripping from Arsenal's tone, but Madam HYDRA just looked at him. It was a testament to how well he could do his job that the assassin hadn't been killed for his blatant disrespect. Though even he knew that the "indifference" to this wouldn't go on forever, the man was a risk taker.

"Now," he continued, "tell me again why I should care about this bitch and her pack of brats?"

"Because they've been sited, you moron!" It took a lot to try this woman's patience, but the assassin was surely succeeding in pissing her off. "Which you'd know if you did what every other member at this table did – read the damn report! Now get put there and deal with the problem before I replace you – permanently."

"Alright," Arsenal conceded with a quick nod – he had no doubt that his boss could - and would – replace him if he continued to aggravate her. "What do you want me to do?"

"Find Project: ALPHA. Deal with the other as you see fit. But I want the girl returned to me alive – a lot of money went into creating her, and I will not have another of our projects lost."

She turned to scowl at Gauntlet, who wisely, didn't speak.

"Are we clear?"

Pulling the knife he'd lodged in the door out, the dark haired man smirked.

"Crystal."

A/N: Okay peeps, that's the first chapter. Be warned, my first chapter (which I've replaced so many times it's not funny…) will be deleted as it holds no discernable purpose anymore.

Next chapter will be up pretty soon after this one. After that, expect weekly updates – I've got my first year of uni to plan for/complete, work to do on other stories (both on here and in my book and a whole lot of other crap to do.