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The mission began just like any other. I got suited up into my suit, the other students would glare at me for being allowed to go on a mission, and the adult agents would talk behind my back – 'how come a kid is good enough to come with us', they would say. Most people here were jealous of me and what I could do. After all, you don't become a fully qualified operative at 16 without having the goods to back to you. In fact, most people high up compare me to having the skills of the Black Widow, who left this organisation a few years ago to join the enemy. The entire start of the mission was so utterly predictable that it was getting to the point of boredom. I arrived as normal at the site of the incident and awaited for the sign to attack.

And yet, despite the monotony of the morning, the afternoon was completely different. Little did I know that my enemy was going to be quite so good. She put up a fair struggle at first, so much so that at one point I thought I was going to lose. But then, all of a sudden she eased up and I was able to beat her. It was a little strange how it happened really – as though she wanted me to win. In any case, I took her back to base where she was locked up, where I was debriefed and sent to the med bay for the check-up that always came after missions.

They didn't tell me who the person was who I had captured. They barely tell me anything to tell you the truth. However, my name wasn't Ella Barton for nothing, and I didn't have the reputation for knowing everything here without sneaking around a bit. I hate the people I work for with a vengeance, and I was going to find out the truth about my victim whether they wanted me to or not.

Natasha Romanoff was having a bad day. Firstly, her friend, Clint Barton was unable to come with her on this mission despite them being partners and then, to top it all off, she got captured by some insane organisation. Of course, she would never tell anyone back at SHIELD this, but her opponent was really quite good for her age. She looked quite young, and had long wavy brown hair that was tied up into a high ponytail. But she fought like nothing Natasha had seen for a long time – even the old deep cover agents at SHIELD couldn't attack like her. Now if she could get her to change sides…

'No,' Natasha thought abruptly, 'she would never change sides." And yet, despite this statement that she tried to convince herself, she couldn't help but see the guilt and the loneliness in her opponents deep blue eyes.

It was at that moment after she had tried unsuccessfully to make a swipe at her head that she stopped what she was doing, and rethought. She hoped she could beat her opponent, but her mission said that she was to find out vital information about her group. Surely, she would find more information if she was taken. With this in mind, she stopped attacking so violently, and before long she was defeated and taken to their base. It was a perfect way in, and she would be able to escape again when she was let out.

The room she was placed in had no windows nor furniture. It was damp and dusty inside, and the only light was a small bulb that flickered every so often. She was dumped in there by some guard who then left hurriedly. Getting up from the floor, Natasha made her way over to the door… but it was stuck. There was no way in or out of this room. Its lack of security had caught her unaware and now, she really was trapped!

Meanwhile, Ella had made her way over to the base's kitchen. Curiosity was always going to be her downfall for she felt she had to go and find out about that women, even though chances were it would get her into trouble. Her band on her arm caught in the door as it swung shut behind her. Inside the kitchen, there were a handful of chefs who were all busily prepared food for the ever hungry students and operatives. Some sweated over a steaming hot stove whilst others dished up plates of food to be handed out. This room was also fairly dimly lit however unlike the rest of the base, the ovens billowed out lots of heat so it was never cold here. Dinner was always at 7pm and heaven forbid if you were late for the strict head chef never gave any food out to anyone unless it was at a set mealtime. Nevertheless, when you live here long enough, you can learn to befriend some of the chefs.

Lizzie was slaving away at her hob. She was about 30 years old, but Ella and Lizzie used to get on pretty well before Ella got involved in too many missions. Ella strolled over cautiously.
"Hey Lizzie" she said softly from behind her. Lizzie jumped up in shock, splashing her sauce out onto the hob.
"Ella," she said annoyed as she turned around. Oops – not a best way to start way you want something. "What do you want?" She added on afterwards.
"What makes you think I want anything?" Ella asked happily, trying to play it slow.
"Because nowadays you never have the time to come in here unless you need something." In over words, Ella had been found out before she had even started. But what was worst was that she knew it was true. They used to have fun and play games together, but being one of the best agents here, Ella was constantly busy. It was a shame, and Ella wished it differently, but lately she just didn't have the time to see her.
"Sorry." She said guiltily.
"Nah, not your fault." The ever loyal Lizzie replied.
"I.. er.. I was wondering if you would mind if I pinched a plate of food and a glass of water before dinner." Ella said timidly and even guiltier when she confirmed Lizzie's suspicions to be true. However, Lizzie simply just rolled her eyes and pointed at a plate of food that was on the side. Ella picked it up and walked out of the door towards the prisons.
"See ya later." She called back, making a subconscious note to make an effort to talk more often.

She hoped she would make it into the prison without anyone seeing her, but unfortunately there was a bloke in the hall outside talking to his friend.
'Great,' Ella thought bitterly, 'just what I needed'
"What are you doing out here?" The bloke called out curiously.
"I was ordered to bring the prisoner some food." Ella called out, her alibi already in place. The bloke gave a sharp nod, allowing her access to the prison room, and more importantly, the women that she was so interested in…

Hi guys. Hoping to write another story this summer! It might seem a bit confusing at the moment but hopefully you will get a lot of your questions explained in the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it