I gave you everything, what's mine is yours
I want you to live your life of course
But I hope you get what you dyin' for
Be careful with me, do you know what you doin'?
Whose feelings that you're hurtin' and bruisin'?

-Be Careful; by Cardi B

"You heading out soon?"

At the sound of her roommate's voice, Ava stopped what she was doing. It was well past eleven at night, and the twenty four year old had spent the better part of an hour checking her weapons. Typically, before going out on a job, Ava would bring a number of knives and guns with her, just to be on the safe side.

"Yeah," Ava responded. "Billie found something. It's not far from here; it should take an hour, maybe less."

"Did Billie give you any back-up this time?" Rhiannon, Ava's roommate, asked.

"I'll be fine. I'm prepared."

"You can't keep relying on guns and knives."

"And you need to have some faith in me," Ava exclaimed, pointing a knife in Rhiannon's direction. "I've never failed a job. Don't forget that."

"It could happen."

With a sigh, Ava stood up and looked at Rhiannon with a hardened expression. "Is there something you want to tell me?" she asked.

"I had a vision. About you."

"Was I taking a job?"

Rhiannon nodded.

"And let me guess: I failed the job?"

"It wasn't good, Ave," Rhiannon said. "There was blood, and weird men in suits, and..."

"Rhi, I need you to listen, okay?" Ava interrupted. "I'm always careful on my jobs. I was trained to be careful. I'll keep your vision in mind and I'll be extra careful. Once I'm done, or if I'm in trouble, I'll give you a call."

"Stay safe."

-0-

Ava-Marie Alvarez had a very stable career. It wasn't the typical 9-5 most people had, but it covered the essentials. Ava could pay the rent and Rhiannon could do the shopping and the bills. Their lives were good. Not necessarily safe, but good. That was all either of them could ask for. But the truth was, Ava-Marie had to wonder how much longer she could work in her oh, so stable career. She'd undergone extensive training from the moment she was fifteen, and only started the fieldwork when she turned twenty. Not to mention Ava's career didn't boost until she hit twenty two, so that meant she only had two years in the big leagues. Not only was that a bit of a letdown, but in her line of work, women were scarce. Ava wanted to show just how successful women could be when it came to hits. Being hired to professionally kill someone shouldn't be so male-dominated, that was how she saw it. Anyone could be trained to kill. Well, not exactly anyone. Plenty of candidates in the program Ava was in proved themselves to be very incapable. She'd been one of few to make it out successful and only partially in check.

Working in the vigilante line of work — Ava hated the word hitman, she thought it sounded barbaric — was a bit messy, and it required a lot of negotiating and rule-bending, but in the end, as long as the hit was done, the money always came pouring in. And for Ava, she always got her target. She became aware of the underbelly of society around fifteen, not long after her transformation. After she reached her full genetic potential, Ava, who'd been on the brink of fifteen at the time, was experiencing immense psychological damage. Naturally, her genetic structure was considered unstable due to her heritage. It was after she underwent Terrigenesis that things started to go bad. Ava's mother, Bo-Yeong, believed unlocking her daughter's Inhuman genes was her birthright, and stole some Terrigen Crystals to ensure her daughter's transformation. The only problem was Mateo Alvarez, who was not only Ava's father but also a mutant. Signs showed early on that Ava had inherited the mutant gene, and that attempting to unlock any Inhuman gene would either kill Ava or potentially harm her. Bo-Yeong wholeheartedly believed it was Ava's birthright to become a true Inhuman, despite the warnings she received. Using the crystals she stole, she forced her daughter to undergo Terrigenesis, which, for Ava, lasted for two weeks straight. Upon her release from her stone-like cocoon, while there were no obvious physical changes, there were psychological ones on top of her newfound powers.

Almost immediately after Ava came out of her cocoon, she discovered her ability to manipulate probability, more notably, that of bad luck. At any given moment, whenever she felt necessary, Ava could send out waves of energy, or violet-colored blasts, that cause bad luck to anything it comes in contact with. If it hits buildings, it causes structural damage and collapse. If it hits cars, the engines will malfunction and explode. Basically, from what Ava came to understand, she could make anyone just as miserable and terrified as her. But mix that with her natural mutant abilities, chlorokinesis, and it caused a whole array of problems. Ava's newly-awoken Inhuman genes were clashing with her mutant genes. It caused her a lot of pain, mostly psychologically. She couldn't handle the overload of powers, and her body was trying to adjust it somehow. Ava-Marie started having hallucinations, lashing out violently, destroying anything she came into contact with. Because of how unstable she'd become, she was forced out of the only Inhuman sanctuary she'd ever known. Her parents abandoned her, as a result, too. Ava was truly alone. She didn't know how to control her powers, she didn't know how to make things right. And then she met Moira, the woman who'd change her life forever.

Moira McNamara was an Inhuman, a woman who'd find and locate individuals just released from Terrigenesis. She'd heard of Ava's transformation and was willing to give her a chance to start over.

"I know it's a difficult time for you," Moira had said, "but I'm here to help. That's my job."

The training Ava-Marie was exposed to was intense. She had to learn how to control her powers before she could learn anything else. Since Ava had control over her chlorokinesis, that made her probability manipulation that much easier to handle. It took a total of seven months for her Inhuman powers to be fully controlled; and that was when the real training began. Moira exposed Ava, and all the other Inhuman candidates, to extreme physical training and torture. At the time, none of them knew of Moira's true intentions. No one knew that the frightened new Inhumans were being trained to become killers, to become weapons. Moira had her candidates focus their minds on specific tasks. She made sure their bodies were at the pique of physical perfection. Reflexes had to be sharp and they had to fight at a moment's notice. Out of ten people taken under Moira's wings, only three made it out successfully. Ava had been one of the three. After that, they were sent out to do fieldwork. Moira monitored all of what her successors did. She gave them jobs, she ensured that each one was pulled off favorably. For each job done correctly, there would be a profit. Moira made sure they knew that. Once they were experienced enough in the fieldwork, they'd be assigned a seer and a watcher. The seer would provide future insight and the watcher would provide technical support, job assignments, and other essentials when needed. Rhiannon was Ava's seer and Billie was her watcher.

Being a vigilante, according to Ava-Marie, brought structure and stability in her unstable life. It gave her a foundation, it gave her the ability to focus, even after the damage her mind was facing. And even though Moira gave her that structure and stability, it didn't fix the damage Ava's mind underwent. She still had hallucinations, she still had moments of unexpected violence. It was to be expected. Ava hated every second of it, but she couldn't help it. It was because of her mother that the problems arose. It was thanks to Moira McNamara that Ava was able to do something productive. Even if it was viewed negatively by the public. That was why the jobs were so important to her. Ava could use hits to keep herself occupied, she could distract herself from her issues. Sure, her problems would always be there, but at least she had something to take her focus.

But, because of the brief description of Rhiannon's vision swirling around in Ava's head, that made her feel a little uneasy. In the years since Moira paired the two up, Rhiannon had never envisioned anything bad. So knowing that something bad would happen made Ava's blood run cold. It would definitely cloud her judgment. That was something she didn't need before a hit. Ava had a reputation to uphold in her community. She was one of the most high-paid vigilantes in New York. Hell, maybe in all of America, but that could just be an exaggeration. Either way, Ava wasn't about to let her anxieties stop her from her job. Billie gave her an assignment, Ava was expected to deliver. That was the deal. And there was no way in hell that was going to change.

(A/N):

First off, I'm sorry for the wait on this chapter. School and work has been extremely overwhelming lately, so I've had to put this off for a little bit. Hopefully you guys can understand that.

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