So, chapter two. I'm not too happy with this but I've been over it multiple times and I'm going to drive myself crazy if I keep messing with it. I've also got very annoyed at word over the last week, I swear to god if it tells me off for 'wordiness' one more time I'm going to do… Something. I'm not a doctor or a scientist or anything other than a sad, lonely person with an over-active imagination and too much spare time on their hands. Therefore, nothing in this is scientifically correct or medically correct and if you're going to google it and then prove that It isn't possible, don't bother. My crazy insomniac brain wrote this at 3am, everything in here is made up. Except for the avengers and everything marvel related, which I don't own. Warnings for language, references to attempted suicide and for wanting to punch me in the face for my horrific grammar (please don't, I like my face).
As I lept towards her, she rolled out of the way and back up to her feet, immediately attacking. Punch, punch, block, kick, dodge. We started to get more violent with a few gymnastics moves thrown in there as well. I back flipped out of the way, stumbling and nearly falling when I hastily had to dodge a lethal looking knife aimed at my head. Regaining my balance, I pulled out one of my many concealed knives. Whilst I would have preferred this to just be hand-to-hand, I was still just as confident that I could hold my own. Hearing the footsteps getting closer and wanting to finish this before the rest of her team arrived, I attacked with a little more urgency, attempting to plunge my knife into her at every opening I could.
I was having little success though, and upon hearing the door open I knew that this mission was about to get a hell of a lot harder. My handler wasn't going to be happy when he heard the avengers had got involved. Whilst it wasn't the end of the world if a knife was to find its way into one of their carotid arteries, it was less than ideal. Tangling with the avengers was tangling with S.H.I.E.L.D and that never bode well.
The door burst open, the avengers spilling out and surrounding me nearly instantly. They were an intimidating site, even though Captain America was sporting a flannel shirt and old man trousers whilst the human hulk appeared to be wearing a lab coat. The scientist was obviously hanging back, not wanting to unleash his alter ego in such a built up area.
"Stand down and you will not be harmed."
It was the super soldier who spoke. Standing in his classic pose, the perfect picture of peace and justice. I was struck with hatred and jealousy so fierce I had to stop myself from growling at him, for fear of resembling a rabid dog. This man was internationally famous, renowned for being the world's first superhero, for helping to win the war. But he volunteered. He put himself through scientific experiments to get where he is, he had a choice. There were hundreds upon hundreds of girls who didn't have that choice, who were taken from their homes and forced to kill and to hurt. Who had had their sense of self taken away, and they aren't known all over the world. People talk about how brave Captain America is and how he had sacrificed his life for the greater good.
At least he had that decision; I would be dead a thousand times over if i hadn't been made immortal against my own choice. The amount of times I had attempted to end my life in order to stop any more innocent people being killed. Fucking Red Room. The only way I could be killed is if I was injected with a reverser for the Red Room serum. The reverser that the Red Room have control over and only use when it's a fight to the death or they decide an operative needs terminating. They have the ultimate power over our lives. As I said, fucking Red Room.
"Fuck that Steve, I'm not letting her go free."
"I never said she would be free, I said she wouldn't be harmed. There's a difference."
"She's not going to stand down though, you know that right? Not with the murderous look you're getting. Oh look, it's directed at me now. Someone got out of the wrong side of bed this morning, didn't they?" Upon hearing Starks quip, I had turned my glare on him, taking the opportunity to give him a good look over. He had his faceplate raised, allowing me to survey his face. His perfectly kept goatee and brown eyes, sparkling with mirth, stood out as he looked at me curiously.
"Shut it Stark. This isn't the time."
"Yes, mother."
The glare Stark received from the Widow was impressive, to say the least. A lesser man would have been quaking in his boots but Stark only gave his trademark grin and winked.
"Any idea who she is, Nat? Cus she definitely knows you."
I knew who had spoken even without looking. The amazing Hawkeye. We had crossed paths a few years back. An important political figure previously affiliated with the KGB had been dealing secrets underneath the table. S. H. I. E. L. D had sent their best assassin to take him out, whilst the Red Room had sent me to silence him. Spotting him at the café where I was observing the target certainly made my mission a lot more… Interesting, to say the least.
"Oh, Barton. Don't you remember me?" I said breathily, "What if I was blonde, a bit taller and I don't know, wearing pink jeans, would that ring a bell?" I said, changing my voice to have an American accent whilst looking at him flirtatiously. I would have changed my features to look like I did at the time, but I wasn't keen on revealing the fact that I was a mutant just yet. If things took a turn for the worst, their ignorance might just save me.
"... Cassie?" He looked shocked when I nodded, still in character but careful not to take my eyes off of the other avengers. "But you... You're like what 9?
"I'm 11. Funny what a little make up and high heels can do, isn't it sugar bunzel?" I responded, using the pet name I had given him during our encounter.
"Oh my fucking god, I snogged an 8 year old. What the fuck? But… But no, she… Holy shit I was crushing on an 8 year old."
"Wow Barton, that's a new record, even for me. Considering you're a secret agent, you're pretty shocked by that revelation aren't you, bird brain?" Upon receiving a middle finger in response from a very dazed looking Barton, Stark turned his focus back to me. "So you're like what, a child prostitute or something?"
"Stark, I swear to god if you don't shut your mouth I will personally ensure that you can't open it ever again. You have no idea what we're dealing with here."
"Well then my dear Natasha, please do enlighten us."
It almost pained me to interrupt what was sure to be an interesting murder, but I wanted a dramatic introduction. I couldn't trust the widow would do my spectacular self (or my ego) justice.
"I am the Weeping Angel.", stepping forwards and moulding my face into the perfect psychopathic mask, I continued, "Many don't believe I'm real, but I am. Many don't believe me when I say I have murdered hundreds of people, but I have. Many don't believe me when I say I will kill them, but they always end up dead. So believe me when I say, Avengers, that I will end you. Slowly, painfully, until you would wish for something as sweet as pain."
A loud cackle coming from Stark caused both me and Natalie to glare at him. "You know that you sound like the intro to a corny superhero movie?' He gasped in-between his extremely agitating laughing. "I can just imagine it now, slow rising smoke whilst a deep, dramatic voice warns the heroes of their inevitable death."
I was going to kill that bastard.
The second I moved the avengers simultaneously reacted, they were on top of me just seconds after I had pounced on Stark. He had hastily lowered his faceplate but wasn't quick enough to get out of the way. I pulled out my strongest, sharpest knife and dug it into one of the joints of the armour, feeling immensely satisfied when it severed several wires before sinking into flesh. His yelp of pain did nothing to lower my spirits as I ducked behind him and flipped out of the reach of the Captain who was quickly approaching. I hurled a knife at his shin and quickly kicked out at his face in his moment of distraction. The Hulk-man wasn't expecting the medium sized rock carefully aimed at his head, he was out before he even knew what had happened, exactly as I had intended. I did not want the Hulk getting out.
The 2 assassins came at me together, a perfectly synchronised attack, The Widow relying on grace and precision whilst Barton was more speed and strength. They were a deadly combination and they knew it. Even I had heard of their Strike Team, a lethal, unbeatable force that won every fight it got into. But there was a reason why I had the highest success rate of any operative. Dodging Barton's fist I dove to the ground, rolling over and over until I came up behind The Widow. I jumped onto her shoulders with the intention of slitting her throat but didn't get very far before Barton barrelled into me, knocking both me and his partner to the floor. I quickly slammed his head into the ground, whilst turning around to throw a knockout gas grenade back at the other two who were getting back to their feet. I couldn't see Thor anywhere but I had bigger things to worry about, like a very pissed Black Widow. Both Stark and the Captain were passed out on the ground. Good, I thought, I wasn't sure if the suit would protect Stark from the poison or not. The gas wouldn't affect me and Natalia, the kind I had used was one that the red room had made us resistant to, but I could see Barton fading. Seeing him searching on the ground for something, I noticed 2 small devices that he was attempting to insert into his ears with very shaky hands. Huh, I didn't know he was deaf. I must have knocked his aids out when I pushed his head into the ground. It was just down to me and the Widow now, circling each other like wild cats. She attacked, kneeing me in the stomach before attempting to jump onto my shoulder, obviously trying to do her famous neck snap move. But at the last second I rolled under her, letting her tumble to the ground. As she landed, there was a sickening crunch and upon further inspection, I noticed her ankle sticking out at a nauseating angle. Stamping down hard on the broken bone caused her to go pale as a sheet, and she looked like she was about to faint. I carefully stepped around her and kneeled down, placing my knife to her neck. Whispering sinisterly in her ear, I gently broke the skin, allowing beads of blood to appear. "I warned you, but you didn't believe me. "
The click of a rifle stopped me in my tracks. I slowly looked up to find about 50 machine guns aimed directly at my head. An English, robotic sounding voice came from above. 'I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Fuck. I quickly pressed my comm. and sent a message to HQ in code. Natalia would be able to translate it later but Jarvis wouldn't be able to understand it now and that was all I needed. "You said the AI was down!" I waited, but there was no response, "HQ, come in." I clicked my comm. again, waiting for confirmation but there was only static. I grumbled a few curses under my breath; it looked like I was going to have to get myself out of this mess. I looked up to address the… thing but was instead distracted by the huge hammer rushing towards my face. There was no way I could get out of it's way in time. I felt it connect hard with the side of my head and was quickly consumed by the darkness. It looked like I had found Thor.