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1 year after SCORPIA rising the pleasures were killed by SCORPIA, Alex ran away and became a contract killer.
Alex casually surveyed his surroundings, but then found he didn't need to he already knew there was a man pointing a sniper rifle at him, on the top of the rooftop to his left. A SCORPIA assassin. His mask slipped into place. Most governments and terrorist organisations (well the good one anyway) were hunting him since jack had been killed, since he became cold, since he became an assassin.
He didn't know or particularly care how he knew these things. Recently he had been able to sense things for the lack of a better word. Oh that's interesting he thought as he moved into a bind spot so the assassin couldn't see him, there is another man on the rooftop opposite to the SCORPIA assassin, ant the weirdest thing was he was pointing a bow and arrow at the man.
Alex moved in the shadows and slipped through the door of the building, where the SCORPIA man sat searching for him, virtually unseen swiftly moved up the steps making no sound until he reached the top of the building.
Unfortunately for him the SCORPIA man turned around and attacked , and Alex found himself rather bored, and he found himself thinking about the man with the bow and who he was as he parried another blow, he was actually enjoying seeing this man get so anger at his casual movements and bored face. Maybe enjoying was too strong a sentiment he had suppressed emotion in order to take down scorpia and anyone else who got in his way, like Alan blunt, his first kill. Alex quickly tried to think of something else but he was too late an image of the man with a perfect circle in-between his eyes flashed in his mind.
Alex blinked and saw he had snapped the man's neck without realising and for a moment he was a little scared but he dismissed the emotion, like every other.
He realised the man with the bow was coming up the stairs; his newfound powers were more like extremely sharpened instinct. He could tell a lot about a person before even seeing him. Like, for instance, now the man with the bow worked with an organisation of some sort, his instinct was saying intern national, but that's not possible, isn't it? He could also tell the man didn't men him harm, but wanted him for something.
Alex was curious and decided to see where this was going. The man came out to find a dead man on the floor, a highly trained one at that, dead and a boy who didn't look more than 18 sitting calmly on the edge of the building. A boy with blond hair. And brown eyes that have seen more than he could ever imagine. He snapped out of his trance and saw the boy looking like he knew everything about him. The man stepped forward "my name is Hawkeye; I'm part of the avengers initiative. And we want you, Alex rider, to join"