*CAUTION PLEASE READ* THIS WILL HAVE A LOT OF LANGUAGE, AND A MENTION OF BEING CUT BY SOME ONE ELSE. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH SWEARING, I WILL PUBLISH A LESS SWEARY(?) VERSION AFTER THIS. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH BLOOD, GET HELP OR STOP READING BECAUSE I'M NOT PUBLISHING ANYTHING ELSE FOR YOU. ALSO, FROM THIS POINT FORWARD, IT IS GOING TO BE MORE VIOLENT WITH MORE SWEARING, POSSIBLY A MENTION OF RAPE, SEX, DRINKING, AND SELF-HARM. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS, DO ME A FAVOR, DON'T REPORT ME FOR WRITING.
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Currently, the world was not in any danger...that they were being told about. That isn't exactly true. Let me explain. The world sucks. More specifically, the criminals suck. Now don't get me wrong, being a criminal was fun, but when you are against them, well they just suck all together. Maybe I should apologize to all the people I killed. Well, a little late now. Anyways, I was given a mission. Fury wanted me to take out some mobsters. Of course I complained as I am a lot over qualified for this, however, I did not realize that he was sending me into a suicide mission. I knew that fury didn't like me but seriously, a suicide mission, for one of his top agents! But let me explain how I realized the irony behind the name of the mission. Mission: Elimination Game.
I arrived at a bar. I had received info from the big man himself, Hiram Lodge (to all my Riverdale fans, this one is for you.) He was a former consultant of Hydra, before he went to jail atleast. Yours truly helped get him out, by you know, killing off a couple people, framing some guy with a last name of Muggs. I mean who has the last name of Muggs. Like who wouldn't want to change there name. (Riverdale fans, I'm sorry, I can't help it. Its to much of a good plot line, and the dialogue works perfect.) Well enough of that, on with the mission story. So I went into this bar, and I'm heading to the VIP section where I have info that they are meeting. I'm all glamed up, look like a million bucks, which I have, but anyway... Oh my god just look at the dress though.
Gorgeous, am I right. So anyways, and before you ask, of course I had a gun and knife strapped on my thigh, and in my high tall boots. Good for hiding things. Anyways, I'm walking over to VIP, and all of a sudden, some one pokes a needle into both sides of my neck. Now, a normal dosage for normal people won't do anything to me except piss me off, but they had the entire thing filled. My last thought was
That bastard sold me out. I'm going to fucking kill him.
Roughly 5 hours, 4 small towns, and one very large bird who was unfortunately hit by being in the wrong place at the wrong time later, I awoke chained to an "X" of all places. I tried to activate my powers but soon realized I was to drowsy and tired to do so. So I made a snarky comment instead to the guards standing nearby.
What did you decide you want to take a page of of 50 Shades of Grey?
I heard a snicker, but then I heard a punch and a gun cock. Then a fire, when I looked to see, there was a hole right next to Alyssa Lone, how pleasant to see you awake. It was a very masculine sounding voice that I couldn't quite place. I didn't recognize the voice but it was terrifying. But I couldn't show it. That's when I realized. I was in only my sports bra, and short shorts. Well this is going to be extremely awkward for everyone. Suddenly, out from the shadows stepped, the Kingpin, followed by none other than Grant Ward. (Guys, if you are solely a movie/tv marvel fan, please do me a favor, and don't get started with me. I have been reading comics since I was 3, I am 16 going on 5 year old... joking, I'll be 17 soon, and it's one of the reasons that I am supposedly a gifted learner. But trust me I know what I'm talking about.) So Kingpin walks up to me and is looking at my face, grabbing my jaw, and i'm just like fuck off man, I'm trying very hard not to give away any info, and roughhousing me is bring me back to my hydra days. But his idiot goons didn't bother to check if i had a tracker anywhere on me which of course I did. I had several. One happened to be in the hem of my dress, which was obviously no longer on my body, however, there's one in my hair, and in my boots which they did not take off, as well as my hidden knife. I decided that I'd better toon back into the conversation or else he would start getting suspicious. But of course, my snarky mouth has to let of something, well snarky.
So are you going to tell me your master plan for world domination or what because your fat ass is starting to bore the hell out of me.
That's when I realized, I was done for it. So i started stamping my boot, which would activate the tracker. BIGGEST MISTAKE I COULD MAKE. Of course Grant was getting suspicious. He was a Shield Agent. He knew how we worked. He grabbed my leg, and ripped off the boot, taking me by surprise. I started to fall, but my chained up wrist caught me.
I think I just pulled a muscle.
Grant pulled the other boot off, and then proceed to burn my beautiful boots, destroying the tracker. Damn it.
Kingpin decided he had better things to do than watch me get tortured, so he left, leaving me incredibly angry that at least with my death, Kingpin would be brought in. You see, Kingpin was one of the last loose ends I had to tie up to truly end the darkest story of my life. He supplied Hydra with a lot of weapons they used to test if I was truly indestructible.
Grant then began to punch me repetitively. Everywhere. I knew I could take it for a while but I wasn't sure how long. I wasn't even sure of the time or date anymore. For all I knew, I could have been put in a coma for a year. After what seemed like hours of punching, and I was barely conscious mind you, he took me done from the "X" and strapped me to a incredibly cold surgical table. And not across the body, my wrist and ankles. I didn't know what he was going to do to me. I was nervous but I never once let it show. Next, he pulled out a knife, because bad guys always have knives. They can't just have stuffed animals, they have to have knives. Well, he decided to inscribe me with a little memory of what I was to HYDRA. A traitor. Having a guy hold me down as he wrote the word on the inside of my arm. The pain was unbearable. I screamed like I never have before it was the worst moment of my life. Just when I thought it was over, he said...
You don't deserve your branding or your tattoo.
Though I am not proud of being apart of HYDRA, I was proud of those marks. They were marks that made me feel like I had overcome them. I was more powerful then them because I was better then them all. I was better then the Winter Soldier. I was better then the Red Skull. I was better then Grant Ward. That was always an accomplishment to me. They were a reminder that I was not a thug like Grant Ward, Hiram Lodge, Kingpin, or any of his Gapos.
He began to slice of the skin when my branding from when I was first kidnapped by HYDRA was given to me. I screamed, even after being gagged. After slicing that off, he proceed to slice the skin where my tattoo of the HYDRA symbol with my bar code was, on my neck. I had lost a lot of blood. I was fighting to stay awake at this point, but I knew that I was going to die. I had been set up by my very own boss. I knew that he was not going to send any one. The Avengers never accepted me, the X-Men never accepted me, the Inhumans never accepted me, X-force, A-force, Alpha Flight,Coulson's Team, The Fantastic Four, The Champions, The Defenders, hell even the Runaways wouldn't come help me if I offered them all the money and funding in the world. To all of them, I was just a mistake that they could finally get rid of. I had had a lot of partners through SHEILD. Most of them quite after a few weeks, but the heroes stayed longer... until they figured out the truth about me, that I was ruthless, and I would stop at nothing until I had victory. Even though I had a connection with them, they would never come. After he had victoriously sliced off my skin, he decided that he and his thugs should leave me with a parting gift before the rest of Kingpin's fucking plan was set in motion, which I had no fucking idea what was about. On my stomach, Grant wrote his full name plain and simple. His goons doing the same on my legs. He then set down his knife called to his goons, and left.
I had no more tears. My throat was raw from the screams. I was starving as I never eat before a mission, thirsty from dehydration, and for revenge. But I knew that I was never going to get out of this alive. I knew no one gave a shit. I was never going to get to do anything I wanted. I wanted to ride in the Olympics, I wanted to go to collage, I wanted to own a company, I wanted a sole mate. And they took that all away from me. HYDRA took that all away from me. My mother took that all away from me. My father took that all away from me. And most of all, I took that away from myself. I could have left. I could have done something else, but instead I did this, and now instead of blaming everyone else for my problems, I am going to blame myself.
Suddenly, in burst the Kingpin, with his thugs, and Grant. Grant holding a tripod with a camera on top.
Well Miss. Lone, let's see how much you are worth to SHEILD. Now be a good girl and don't say anything, just scream and look terrified when I give you the signal. The Kingpin said in a sinister voice, sending a goon to take off my gag.
What's the signal? You replied in a somewhat snarky yet tired voice.
Oh you'll know. Trust me, it'll hurt a lot. Grant replied deviousness was so perceptive in his voice.
Let's get this show on the road. The Kingpin said. LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION.
Ladies and Gentlemen of the World. May I introduce you to Alyssa Lone. A nefarious "ex"- HYDRA Assassin,Now a high- ranking SHEILD Spy. Now I know she looks young, she's what fourteen. How could she be a Spy? Well let me tell you. She is a mutant. Causing terror around the world. But hopefully, with a little persuasion, your faithful SHEILD can get their agent back. If you don't belive me well, then I guess Miss. Lone gets to die alone. Now, if SHEILD has any humanity, I want 1 million dollars in cash. It can be delivered when we do a trade off. The tradeoff will be done in a place that is disclosed in the phone of the President of the United States of America. If you want conformation that Miss. Lone is running out of time, well, Grant.
Grant takes out a knife and stabs me in the shoulder. I scream louder than anything. I can't hold back.
Help me. Help me please. HELP ME! I cry.
The last thing that was heard before the camera was shut off was please.
Your performance was incredibly entertaining Miss. Lone. I do hope they take this deal... for your sake. And with that, Kingpin and his posse walked out of the room. I was left there, bleeding out, and in pain.
4 hours later...
The door of the dark warehouse I was being kept in was opened, and light seeped through the dusty air. The goons walked in a grabbed me, tied me up, and through a gag on me. Then the beefy one threw me over his shoulder. Such a gentlemen. The voice in my head had not lost its sass. They through me in a limo trunk.
1 hour later...
The car stopped, and I heard car door slams. I then heard talking. But they were different. I recognized them. Not because I had been tortured by them, because I don't know, they sound familiar. Suddenly, the trunk opened, and I was dragged out. I knew this place. I was trained here. It was all rubble now but I knew it. But what surprised me the most was who had come for the trade off. The two heroes that had been my partners. Nova (Sam Alexander), Spiderman (Peter Parker), and the literal definition of surprised... Nicholas Fury. I heard a gun cock, and then felt something cold bump on my head. Nova picked up the bag, and walked it over. Spiderman right beside him. Fury stayed behind. They handed the bag to someone. I didn't know who. I was just looking at the ground crying. Sam kneeled down in front of me, and the gun that was by my head I no longer felt. Peter said a couple words that I didn't hear, and didn't really care about, and I heard a car door slam, a car start, and a car drive off. Peter walked over to me, and Sam took off the gag and untied my bonds. That's when I finally looked up. Thank You. Sam smiled a little, and started to help me stand. Peter helped to. We made it to where Fury was standing. I looked him head to toe, and spit at his feet.
Sorry you can't get ride of me quite yet. I know you set me up. I know you wanted me to die. I know that you hired them. I know how to read people. I know that that was just a pay day for them because you hired them. And you know how I know? I said in my sore but righteous voice.
How. He replied in his usual uninterested voice.
Because I can hear you now. I now everything your thinking, I know your moves before you do. And you better pray that I don't give you the same treatment I just got. I am a loyal agent to you. I know I did something wrong but do I real deserve that. So if this is the way I'm going to be treated, I'm out. I'm done. I quit. I'm not going to do your dirty work and get repaid with the shit that I just experienced. I said this in a voice that was so deadly, I felt the look that Sam and Peter gave each other.
That's when I collapsed from everything that just happened to me. I have no idea what happened after that... but what came after was unexpected.