Fury looked towards two of his best spies before him an annoyed frown on his face as he asked them to repeat the statement. "We located the target on a pubic beach, we planned to wait till it was less populated however the target choose to attack. Before we could intervene-" Natasha Romanoff aka black widow was cut off by her partner, Clint Barton aka Hawkeye who pointed towards the screen.
"-we believe this women killed him"
Fury looked at the picture of the women, she had sickly pale skin that could easily been seen on the photo due to the black bikini she wore, long straight black hair under a large wide brimmed black hat that covered part of her face. She was petite but it was the glasses and cane in her slim hand that caused him to have doubts. It appears that the women in question was in fact blind.
"You think this blind women is our targets killer?"
The spies exchanged glances, "watch this" Barton stated playing the video the pair has taken.
"She's way to calm, while people run away. She WALKS to him, and then this" he pointed towards the women who seemed to have raised a hand, "we can't tell what she says, but a few seconds later, he's dead with a punctured heart without any external wounds"
"You think she powered? Enhanced?"
"It's the only thing that makes sense so far sir," black widow commented crossing her arm across her chest.
Fury looked at the pair before returning his glaze to the blurry image of the women on the screen. "What do we know about her?"
"Nothing sir," Clint stated with a frown, "we can't get anything with facial recognition, her features are to covered"
"Then what are you doing standing here? Go find our mysterious women" fury ordered before turning with a flurry of leather coat.
The lady in question, laid under the parasol on the beach. The shadow of the brolly shielding her sensitive eyes from the bright sunlight, which rained down on it. Thought she dislike the brightness she couldn't help but enjoy the warmth that the sun provided. She had been in that room for too long, and the ceremony had changed so much that she didn't reconsider the world around her.
Instead of the bright and colour landscape she could see while bedridden all she saw was the dark shadows of the world, they spoke to her, whispered secrets in her ear while bidding her commands if needed – she had become one with the shadows and darkness. But at the cost of her eyes. But not in the way you would think.
A price she would happily pay again, to be able to move freely.
The shadows shifted to her left, "I can't believe she actually still here…" a voice commented in disbelief. She cocked her head listening as the pair – it's seemed – walked towards her place of rest. She pushed the blacked shades up her nose, completely covering her eyes as she sat up reaching for the large hat that covered her face in more shadows.
The more shadows, the denser the darkness, the easier it was for the lady to perceive the word around her.
The pair grew closer – a man and a women she could tell from the shadows under their clothes. Any other, more defiant features, such as hair colour, were lost to her, as the pair came to a stop.
"Oh my, what do I owe the pleasure?" she asked, her soft clear British accent telling the pair that she knew there were there.
The spies exchanged a glance, both noting from the way her head was angled that she was indeed 'blind', "we would like to ask a few question about last week attack on this beach?" Clint started crouching before her while black widow as stayed still as possible.
The women noted the movement and lack of movement in the pair, before turning to properly face the pair. "I answered the police, do you have more questions? I doubt, I have been much help" she asked politely.
"Just a few more, miss" Clint stated.
"Could you pass me your badge?" she held out a hand, indicating that she wanted to feel their non-existed police badge.
Clint glance to his partner, "if you just answer our questions we can quickly be on our way" Natasha quickly jumped in.
The lady tilted her head, as if listening to something neither pair couldn't hear. "One moment," the women stated before she reached towards the blind cane, she stood up. Gesturing with her other arm to walk. "Shall we take this somewhere private? Could you please escort me to the hotel, it's called the Serras? I normally have an assistance however it isn't time for me to head in, and I have not perfected the art of walking on sand, as of yet"
Clint being the gentlemen, linked his arm up with her free one before the group of three began to slowly make the trip to the Serras in completed silence. The spies exchanges glances. Could this be a trap?
Upon entering the hotel an assistance hurried up to the group looking panicked at the women's sudden appearance, "lady Oakes! Is everything alright? Do you need anything?"
She sent the assistance a smile, hoping it was in the right direction as she spoke softly, "Do not worry. I am alright – please could you direct me and my friends to my room with bring us some water, if that's okay?"
Natasha sent the assistance a friendly smile, as they gave the spies the directions and when off to get the water.
Less than a minute later the group were in the room bellowing to that of lady Oakes.
The lady, unhooked her arm from the male spy before slowly moving towards the bed to sit, "there should be a cover up somewhere" she mutter, feeling about the cover for the piece of clothing.
"Here" Natasha past her the black material, the lady nodded in thanks before shrugging it on.
"Now shall we continued from where we left off, agents of shield?" she sat completely relaxed, back straight hands in lap. Her tone soft but the smile on her face stated otherwise.
The spies went still. "How did you know?" Clint asked, instantly on guard.
"A little wisp told me" Black widow narrowed her eyes at the women. "Do not worry I mean on harm"
"That is for us to decide."
The lady cocked her head, "Is that so? Seems a tad unfair don't you think?"
"Well, you did kill a man last week" Clint muttered sarcastically, "Forgive us for being sceptically"
"If were judging others on the blood on our hands then I believe neither of you have a right to comment" her tone was still soft but her words cut like a knife. Like a lady in a royal court.
"Why did you kill him?"
"I gave him a choice and he choose the next life. If we are questioning my choices why not I question yours? Why did you choose that path in Budapest? Why did you kill those people yet spare others? There are many questions I could ask about your choices during your life"
"What do you know about Budapest?" Clint asked glaring at the calm women.
"More that you think" she stated with a small smile.
The pair exchanged a glance, before jumping into action, or would have if their bodies decide to move. "What the-"
"I have stopped you from moving at the moment, wouldn't want to cause unnecessary damaged now would we?," she raised a hand, and the pair watched in amazement as the shadows crawled up her arm from the cover up before dancing about the palm of her hand. "This is the reason you have come to me correct? I have currently trapped your movement via the shadows in your clothing please, choose your path wisely"
Before either pair could retort a knock echoed thought out the room, "Lady Oakes, I have the water you requested"
Natasha felt the movement return to her body and when to collect the water from the assistance outside. Returning to the room with a jar of water and three glasses, placing them on the counter she crossed her arms "release him"
The lady nodded - Clint shook his body to test out the movement, he was indeed released - before standing making her way towards the water. She used the wisps of shadows to pour her a glass, "I have tried to pour a glass without them, it unfortunately didn't end to well" she chuckled to herself before taking a slip.
"What's your name?"
"Lady Genevieve Cecilia Oakes is her name, often goes by her middle name, Cecilia. English from an old like really old rich family. Old like before romans old." Clint started showing fury the information they had gathered on the women. There wasn't much. "Don't have much on her I'm afraid. The Oakes are quite private people in general, lots of money that – puts tonys fortune to shame – each Oakes has there known section, our lady of interest happens to be books aka information she seems to have a few libraries dotted about some with really rare book in. Her latest library happens to be in queens, New York,"
"And her abilities?" fury asked.
Natasha started to speak, "we believe it's something along the lines of shadow manipulation, we think it's due to these shadows that's allows her know secrets she shouldn't know like what she knew on us. However we can't quite say. Nor do we know wear this power come from."
"I see, how is she personally wise?"
"Like someone from Downton abbey." Clint mutter, before hissing in pain at an elbow jab to the side sent by Natasha.
"She calm, level headed. A lady that's for sure"
"Could she be an asset?" fury questioned.
"You don't mean for-"
"The avenger's initiative? Yes I do"
The spies thought for a moment, "she could be, but we don't know the full extract of her abilities, power wise and fighting wise. Nor do we know whether she can be trusted or not."
"Hopefully we will never fine out"
To be continued...
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