Ace
Later that night, I put my pajamas on and curled into bed, snuggling into the sheets. I decided that I'd go back down tomorrow and get used to New York and see what all had changed when I was gone. I smiled and closed my eyes.
"Ace, here is the information for your new mission; you'll be working with Winter Soldier for this one so he can evaluate your progress." A man said, handing me a file.
"Yes, sir." I replied.
I ran through the snow and hail with Bucky, looking for the base we were supposed to find. Arrows suddenly flooded through the sky, some were on fire, and others weren't. Only a few hit us as we continued running towards a wall before-
I sat up in bed slowly and went into my bathroom and took a shower. I dried my hair and brushed my teeth, and put on my clothes. I slipped a few knives in my boot and a deck of cards in my back pocket before I walked down the hallway into the meeting room.
I asked Fury if I could go down below and take a look at the city. He accepted, only telling me to 'be careful'. I ran up to the flight deck, past Steve and off the edge, making a gust of wind below my feet before I hit the ground.
I walked around town, passing some museums and a couple rows of houses. I was just about to round the corner of a building when I heard something suspicious from behind me. I started to walk quicker to see if it would go away, but it got louder and louder. I turned around as a car hit me. I flew back a couple feet and rolled several times. I crawled to the sidewalk as some of the bruises healed. I noticed a man jump from the top of a building and turn to the street. I was curious, so I walked towards him. I felt something touch my shoulder.
I turned around and saw nobody there. Shrugging, I turned to look back at the man, only to see he was gone. I glared into the alley, and heard some gunshots around me. I whirled around just in time to see a gang of masked men running into a bank with a few rifles.
I pulled a knife out of my boot and walked into the bank. A couple of woman looked at me, fear clouding their eyes as one of the men turned around and pointed a gun at me. One of them whimpered. "Get on the ground, put your hands above your head, now." He said.
I held the knife in front of me, and he laughed. I smirked and lunged at him, ducking slightly so he couldn't shoot me. I threw him back a few feet after hitting him in the head with the hilt of my knife.
I walked to him and grabbed his gun, turning towards the people on the ground. "Anyone have handcuffs or rope?" I asked.
One of the older women nodded and stood up, handing me a pair of handcuffs. I thanked her and put them on the man, who was just starting to wake up. "You all need to leave, I'll handle the others." They all ran out of the bank, some whimpering, others grabbing their children and yelling.
Another man came out of the bank vault. "WOULD YOU ALL SH-" He stopped.
"Hey there." I waved my hand and held the gun up to him.
"Leave, and I won't shoot you." He said.
I laughed and took a step forward. The man shot me in my left thigh, and I glared at him, shot a couple bullets at his leg, and pulled a pair of handcuffs from his belt while he slumped over, putting them on his arms.
I kicked his gun away from him and put a knife near his throat. "How many more are inside?" I asked.
He smirked. "I'll never te-" I sighed and poked him with the knife, drawing a little blood.
"Three," He whimpered. "There are three!"
I pushed him onto the ground and limped into the vault. Three men whirled around and pointed their guns. I laughed. "You people and your damn guns." I said and threw knives at their hands, causing them to fall back in pain…I dropped the gun and kicked it towards one of them.
I limped outside the bank, and some policemen pointed guns at me. "Don't worry about me, the real thieves are inside, all bound up for you." I grinned and walked past them, each of them staring at me, surprised.
My head started spinning, my leg begging for rest. I felt someone shaking me. As my vision cleared, I realized I was on the ground, Steve trying to shake me awake.
I stood up slowly and limped through the dissipating crowd of people. Once I got out, I sat down on the bank's stairs.
"What happened?" Steve asked.
"I heard gunshots, so I went in." I groaned. "I think the bullet is still in my leg." I said.
"We need to get you to the heli-carrier, someone can get it out for you." He said.
"Awesome." I stood up, whimpering slightly.
Steve wrapped one of my arms around his neck and helped me walk up the stairs to the heli-carrier.
After we got on, he led me down the hallway into the infirmary, similar to the one I first met them in. One man grabbed a couple sharp tools, and some alcohol. I pulled back after seeing the needles.
Don't be a wuss, they're just needles.
I closed my eyes and limped to the bed and sitting down on it.
"My name's Tommy, nice to meet you." He said.
I nodded. "Ace." I sighed. "There's a bullet in my leg."
He nodded. "I'm going to need you to take your pants off, otherwise I won't be able to get to it."
My eyes widened slightly, and I slid them off, trying to pull the top part of the suit down to cover me a little. Tommy nodded and put some pressure on the wound, causing some blood to seep out of it. He wiped it and drizzled some alcohol on it. I grunted and he wiped it once again before gently putting a small needle slowly inside.
Soon, there was a tiny clicking noise and he pulled it out, the bullet on the other end. He got a couple butterfly band aids and put them on the wound. I stood up and pulled my pants back on.
"You're all good to go." He said. "It was only a flesh wound, you should still be careful though."
"Thank you." I said and shook his hand.
I left the room, and went down the hallway, my leg glowing where the bullet used to be as it healed. I heard Fury's voice through the comm, so I went to the meeting room and sat down.
He told us that we'd be moving into Stark Towers tomorrow, since we wouldn't be able to stay on the heli-carrier forever, and since Tony had offered it up as a better place to live, it seemed appropriate. He dismissed the meeting after telling everyone to start packing up.
I walked down the hallway and into my room, shutting the door behind me and walking towards my window cautiously. It was cracked open a little, which was not the way I left it.
I felt someone grab me from behind, and struggled in their arms before I felt something hit the side of my head. I gasped for air, trying to stay conscious, and slumped over.
I shifted on my feet and opened my eyes. My arms were chained to a pole a couple feet in the air. Confused, I looked around the room and found several blades and knives laid out meticulously on a couple aluminum tables. A door creaked open on my right.
"Good, you're awake." A man said.
He had an eye patch on, with some kind of glowing reactor attached. He was in a dark brown trench coat, and wore dark gloves with the fingers cut off. His hair was short and dark.
I glared. "What do you want with me?" I asked.
"My name's X." He walked until he was standing right in front of me. "I've been sent by Hydra to bring you back, but first." He punched me in the stomach. "I want to know everything you do about the Avengers, and then I want to have some fun." He growled.
He stepped back for a split second, before punching me in the jaw. "Now, let's start with Tony Stark."
Third-Person
—36 Hours Later—
Tony whirled around in his seat. "Steve, I got the GPS on her suit up and running, she's in a warehouse." He said.
"Good, let's go get her." Steve said.
The quinjet landed, and four of them walked off the landing bridge and onto the soft grass below. Tony flew into the air, scouting for other men, while Steve, Clint, and Natasha headed to a double-door. Bruce stayed inside the quinjet.
Tony landed on the ground in front of the door as the three others ran in, Natasha with guns, Clint with his bow, and Steve with his shield. Hydra men came running out from corners, guns raised and prepared to shoot them. Another man stepped out from behind a corner.
"Hello, Avengers." He said with a smirk. "The name's X."
"Where is she?" Tony's mechanical voice came from behind Steve.
X chuckled. "She happens to be in this very building."
All at once, Natasha ran forward, shooting bullets at a couple of the agents, and flipping herself onto another. Clint shot some arrows, and Steve threw his shield. Tony shot a couple repulsor beams towards several more. When the men were all down, X was grinning maniacally.
"Tell Director Fury, that X is back." He grinned, and disappeared.
They all walked down the long hallway, which led to a small room. They opened the doors, and found a few dead bodies on the floor, right next to Ace.
Her arms were held upward by chains, and blood was dripping down her clothes. Her head was slumped onto her shoulder, and she was barely holding herself up.
Tony flew over, with Steve and the others close behind. Her face lifted, and once her hair moved out of her face they all took a step back. There were black veins running up her neck and towards her eyes, which were a golden color. Her face also had some bruises, and blood trailing down from her mouth.
There was a slice going down her cheek, starting from her right eye, and almost reaching her nose. The veins slowly disappeared, and her eyes returned to the normal blue and red colors. They shut slowly and her head slumped backwards.
Natasha pulled a set of keys off the table and handed them to Steve, who unlocked the cuffs and caught Ace right as she started to fall.
Ace
I twitched and fell forward, placing one of my hands on the ground in front of me, and with what little strength I had left I asked. "Where am I?"
"You're in a warehouse." Someone said.
Two men took a step forward, and I tried to move to the side to get away, they stopped.
"Why?" I coughed.
"Hydra got you somehow, S.H.I.E.L.D's trying to figure that out." One of the men from before said.
I nodded, trying to stay conscious. I couldn't see anymore, and I was forcing myself to stop healing…It might only make it worse.
I felt something wrap around my chest and legs, pulling me upwards. I barely registered somebody calling my name, I couldn't remember who.
Third-Person
"Tony, you need to fly her to the hospital, it'll be faster." Steve said, concern in his voice.
"Roger that." He took her from Steve's arms and flew out of the building.
The other three boarded the quinjet, not telling Bruce exactly what happened, and flew the quinjet to the hospital's landing pad.
When they arrived, Tony had gotten her in, and she'd been put in an emergency room. The nurses made them wait in the main room until they were finished so they could concentrate.
A while later, a nurse walked into the lobby.
"We've managed to get her stable, she's conscious right now, though I don't know how." The nurse said.
"Can we see her?" Steve asked.
"5 minutes." The nurse nodded.