Good Night dear readers, first of all, this note will be copied and pasted in my other stories so if you read the note in one of them you can just enjoy your chapter. THIS is a very important note, so here it goes: I know I've been off the grid for a couple of months here in FF, while I didn't stop writing completely I've had a few rough months, my health has not been good altogether and I changed jobs (to a better one thankfully) and I also started my thesis investigation because I will soon be graduating and I actually have to write the thesis, so yeah, I've been busy. I also wrote a few short stories about me being bitter AF about civil war that you can find in my AO3 account under the name of LadyNoir if any of you are interested.
If the fic you're reading was not updated this time around, don't worry, chapters are halfway done as I've encountered a few blocks along the way, the stories will be updated, they are not abandoned. I will someday in the future be retaking other WIP's that I have in my computer and in my AO3 account, those will be updated (probs in December 2017 or January 2018 after handing in my thesis project) so please don't despair.
Also the Supernatural Fic chapter one will be posted one of these days so if you like Supernatural and belong to the SPNFamily and like me got a terrible case of the Hellatus, the fic will be posted soon, probably in the next few weeks. What I can tell you is that it will be Dean/Alex, and that I will be exploring another side of Alex (hopefully one you will like).
And for those of you who like The Vampire Diaries and The Originals, I finally found the muse for the story, so by october or november (depends on how hard the plot hits me, seriously most of these stories write themselves until they don't and then this happens) Just please keep in mind that I'm a student that's finishing her career and that I will be devoting most of my time to my thesis in the next few months.
But I'm alive and well, and still writing (mostly in my iPad with lots of typos that I can never seem to fix completely) so you'll have also several one shots running around.
Thank you for reading my stories, it means a lot to me.
Alex.
Ps. I have a few questions for you, please answer in the reviews if you may :)
1. Did you really read all the note?
Writing Style. Third Person or First Person? Does Alexandra often seems like a Mary Sue? Am I making the characters justice? Do you like this particular story? Why? Would you check the AO3 stories? What is your favorite color?Several weeks passed and I rarely left my house, Anna and Peggy visited me often enough, both providing support and understanding. Janet had visited too, bringing little Hope (who was now 7) with her when she came. I got used to it, the feeling of emptiness. I often sat in my study reflecting about Bucky's words, we hadn't talked since that time; we had both hurt each other, because sometimes the most hurtful words were those laced with hidden depth.
When the calendar hit week eight I saw Bucky again, he looked calmer, and perhaps he had had the time to think things through, as did I. We both had a heartfelt conversation; one we should've had several times ago when Steve was lost. He assured me that we were family and that he just hadn't liked the way Maria had acted, maybe we had overreacted, but we were alright, he was sure of that, we were sure of that.
I got to meet Tony Stark for the second time when he was five months old. Howard had thrown a small party and I had attended. Tony looked healthy and I even got to hold him, his eyes had found mine and I realized we shared the same warm brown eyes, I had smiled and cooed at him softly, Maria had smiled at me and thanked me for the opportunity I had given her, I had smiled at her because she looked to be really happy with Tony. After the party I went home.
And so the years continued passing us by and things got marginally complicated. Howard was still sure that he could find Steve after he found the Tesseract in the middle of the ocean; I realized that for all his intelligence he was slowly descending into madness. The fact that Howard had begun his descend also meant that Maria begun hers too. Having an absent husband in her house obviously reflected on her. So in her attempt to always being with Howard or after him, they started neglecting poor Tony.
Fortunately for all of us they didn't die in 1991 as in the original timeline that because Bucky never became the winter soldier, but stayed Sargent Barnes and became Bucky Barnes the farmer husband of Director Carter-Barnes. By 1991 it was clear that my friends were not getting any younger, Peggy was reaching 70 as were Bucky and Howard, Maria was in her middle 40's as she was younger than Howard. Janet Van Dyne (who hadn't die) and Hank were also in their 40's.
While Peggy was director of Shield I took some missions. I was sure that I had neutralized Hydra when I killed Zola, unfortunately, it was not the case, so determined to finish what had cost me my husband I got into S.H.I.E.L.D. under Peggy's command and had missions of my own. During my time alone the close years following after Steve's disappearance I had traveled the world, I had learned fighting techniques and considered myself a very damn good spy, if anything else failed, I was a witch and I had now complete control over my abilities, I was deathly and could be ruthless.
"Agent Barnes reporting in, in need of permission from Director Carter-Barnes to pursue target" I said over my comm as I entered the Triskelion.
"Agent Barnes, report to Director Carter-Barnes's office for briefing" said a male voice over the comm, I nodded and walked towards the elevator.
Peggy's office was on the last floor of the building where she had a complete view of Washington D.C. and the Potomac River. I waited patiently until the doors slid open and walked into her office.
"Alex" she greeted me with a smile, I smiled back at her and walked further into her office leaving the folder I was carrying on her desk, she walked behind it and took her seat "All business like today?"
"Yeah, those hydra assholes just don't seem to quit, and trust me there's nothing more I hate than those bastards" I said sourly, Peggy nodded grimly as she checked the file, I stood staring at her waiting for my others. Peggy's hair had gained a grayish tint to it as she refused to dye it, it looked good on her, and made her look mature and refined, and she had aged like a good wine. She cleared her throat gaining my attention back " He's one of ours" she said, I shook my head.
"Not anymore Pegs, Cybertek got a hold of him and those guys are the closest thing to hydra, I've been tracking their movements, they are up to no good and definitely not my kind of no good" I explained, she adopted a pensive expression.
"You think you can hold your own or need backup?" she asked, more out of courtesy, she knows I don't require backup, my missions are usually too dangerous for regular agents and specialized agents are too treasured for the organization to send out with me to my stunts, I smiled at her and shook my head.
"I work solo my liege, unless of course you or your dear husband want to join me for old times sake" I teased, she grinned the corner of her eyes wrinkling.
"I can still kick your ass Rogers," she threatens I giggled and stepped back.
"I'm not sure if I want to find that out" I said with a smile, Peggy handed me the file back and smiled.
"Permission conceded, I trust you Alex, end those bastards" she said, I mock saluted her and left her office. The ride on the elevator is silent, my motto is waiting for me downstairs and I know exactly where I'm going.
John Garret, young S.H.I.E.L.D. agent almost died in an explosion and Cybertek saved his life, he's now first subject of one of hydra's plans and I knew exactly where he was. Palo Alto, California. Sunny skies, hot temperatures and a fantastical day to end someone's life. I smirked as I drove into the city, my destination was not that far and if I ended quickly I could probably grab coffee on my way to the airport. The motor of my car purred as I sped up down the highway. The 'safe' house in which Garret was hiding or most appropriately staying, as his Shield file said that he was back home in 'bed rest'. I got out of the car several miles away from the house, my gun held in my hand, the sand crunching under my boots as I walked, my hair was held tight in a high ponytail and I sported black leather pants and a black tank top, it was too hot outside for a jacket. I stood in front of the door and could hear another voice inside, I sighed, 'well, more people to kill', I though to myself as I kicked the door open. And what a surprise, Alexander Pierce was there; I smirked as I saw them.
"Agent Barnes what a surprise" said Pierce stepping away from Garret, I smirked, Garret was sitting on a chair and looked to be a little uncomfortable.
"Is it, Mr. Pierce? Are you completely sure of that?" I asked, he had noticed the gun in my hand and took at step back taking his gun out too.
"It's Director Pierce now, Agent Barnes, the fact that your mother is the founder of the organization does not means that you can disrespect higher members" he scolded me, I laughed and focused my Magic into breaking any communicational way that Pierce may have had on his person.
"Well Mister Pierce, I regret to inform you that you are no longer Director as of this moment, and Mr. Garret here is no longer an agent, because as of now you're both fired" I said, my last word in a sing song voice, Pierce chuckled.
"You can't fire me little girl" he said, I narrowed my eyes and sighed; I looked at my watch and pretended to check the time.
"Since you're going to die in the next few minutes and all bugs and communications of this place are not currently working I guess I can let you in into the secret, you see Mr. Pierce, I'm not Alexandra Barnes named after Steve Rogers' wife Alexandra, my name is Alexandra Jane Rogers Noir and I am Steve Rogers's wife, Alexandra Barnes is just my current alias" I explained and Pierce's eyes grew wide, Garret's too.
"Its impossible" whispered Pierce, I offered him with a shark-like grin.
"It should be, but I'm just a little bit special, you see… so" I checked my watch again "Any last words?"
Starbucks coffee was always good and no matter at what time of the day I took it, it always lifted my mood, I walked into the Triskelion with a big file in my hands and a big smile on my face, honestly what a beautiful day it was. And it got better when I saw Hank and Janet walking my way.
"Doctor Pym! Mrs. Van Dyne, always a pleasure" I greeted them winking my eye, Janet smiled.
"Alexandra" she greeted, Hank smiled at me too.
"What brings you to our lovely organization? I thought you quitted a few years ago" I said teasingly.
"Oh but we did, but your mother is a good friend of ours and needed our help" said Hank, I nodded.
"Hope misses you greatly do go visit us one day" said Janet; I grinned.
"How do me babysitting Hope this Friday sounds? I'm sure you guys deserve some alone time" I said wiggling my eyebrows, they both laughed.
"Wonderful! I'll drop her up at six" said Hank "and now Janet lets leave before Miss Barnes changes her mind" They waked goodbye and Hank all but dragged Janet outside.
I kept walking towards Peggy's office, when I got there she had Nicholas J. Fury, I walked in with a smile on my face, she sighed as she saw me.
"Mission report" she commanded and I handed her the file, her eyes widened as she saw the size of it "Alexandra please don't tell me that…"
"Oh I won't tell you, its all there in my full report, just as you like them" I said smirking, Fury looked confused "Agent Fury" I greeted.
"Its Director now," said Peggy from her chair; I smiled at Fury.
"You go Director Fury, It has a nice ring to it," I said while I took the seat next to him.
"You killed my newly appointed Director Alexander Pierce?" Peggy asked out loud, Fury turned to look at me.
"He was hydra, you know my protocol Pegs, if its hydra its as good as dead, and I even offered final words" I beamed proudly and Peggy groaned.
"I'm too old for this" she said, I giggled "And this is with what you'll work with Nick" she said addressing Fury.
"We could let him into our secret Pegs" I said, Peggy's head snapped up.
"You sure?" she asked; I nodded.
"You're thinking about retiring anyways and Bucky would love to have you home 24/7 he's just too afraid of you to ask" I said with a smile, she sighed.
"Very well, Nick this does not leaves this office" she said sternly.
"Yes ma'am" he answered; she nodded.
"You've known Alexandra Barnes for a few years as mine and retired Sargent Barnes' daughter, she's not, its just her alternate identity, you see Nick, her real name is Alexandra Rogers" said Peggy, Fury looked at me surprised.
"The Alexandra Rogers?" he asked, she nodded.
"In the flesh Director Fury" I said adopting a serious posture "I took the name Barnes to hide that I was not aging, I easily pass as a twenty one year old and no one questioned Peggy when she introduced me as her daughter and no one questioned my training as I had supposedly grown with badass Peggy Carter and Bucky Barnes, but I'm the real deal, co founder of this organization and resident immortal warrior, I can't take over shield because that would be to risky, but you as newly appointed Director need to know some things, for now I will continue to play as Agent Barnes, but if you ever need anything from me don't doubt contacting me, after all I'm still a founder" I explained, I gave him a few minutes to process the information, he then nodded.
"Understood" he said, Peggy smiled.
"Good, don't make me regret my retirement" she said.
The next few days were a blur, Shield changed directors and people were shifted and brought in, including one Clinton Barton, he was roughly seventeen and looked like a troublemaker, I approached him in the gym, the guy never failed with a bow, but was somewhat clumsy with guns.
"You're going to end up hurt if you hold it that way" I said coming to stand next to him, he looked at me and snorted, putting the gun back in the tray.
"I'm just a circus kid, I have no place here" he said picking his bow back, I handed him an arrow.
"See, that's where I think you're wrong kiddo, Shield doesn't recruit people just because, someone saw potential in you, potential to do the right call when the situation arises, besides Agent Barton, everyone deserves a second chance to prove themselves, this is your second chance kid, make the most of it" he kept staring at me as he took the arrow from my hand.
"Its Clint" I raised an eyebrow "My name, is Clint, this people calling me Agent Barton just drives me nuts"
"Well Clint, I'm Special Agent Barnes, but call me Alex" I said offering my hand to him, his eyes widened and I grinned.
"You're the Boss' daughter? Dude! Everyone here talks crazy about you" he said excitedly, I laughed.
"All good I hope" I said with a smile, Clint nodded "Well Clint, I'm here to make you an offer, what if I train you?" I asked, the kid looked at me as if I was Captain America himself, I smirked.
"It would be an honor Agent Barnes" he said; I chuckled.
"Perfect, see you here tomorrow at four a.m. sharp" I said as I started walking away, leaving Clint standing in his stupor, I grinned and turned my head to look at the kid "And Clint, its Alex"
1994.
"You seem to have taken liking to Agent Barton," said Nick from across his desk, I smiled at him.
"What can I say Nick, he's a good kid and needed a push in the right direction" I countered; he nodded.
"Do you trust him?" he asked, I nodded.
"As his SO, I think he is ready for actual solo missions and field work" I explained, Nick nodded.
"How about teammates?" he asked, I shook my head.
"Kid works better solo, although I'm hopeful that someday he'll find himself a partner, although if you need a handler for him I volunteer Agent Coulson for the post" I said wistfully, Nick slid me a file over the desk I caught it and opened it.
"I'll have agent Coulson in mind," he started, I started going over the file "You and Rogers made one hell of a team, I've seen the footage"
"Someone did his homework, it just took you two years Nick" I said looking up to smirk at him, he nodded "So any questions, you must have some, or I'll be disappointed"
"How? You never were injected with the serum and according to your birth certificate you were born in Long Island, so a New Yorker with foreign parents, nothing uncommon, they were extremely wealthy and passed their money to you as the only heir, you survived a fire and lived with your butler, Mortimer Grimm until you married Steve Rogers in the middle of the war and joined his team, how Mrs. Rogers, how did you managed not to age?" he asked, I smirked and laid back on my chair.
"Some secrets are better be kept under chains Nick" I said, he looked deflated for a moment "But, since you're the new Director and have proven to be a righteous and trustworthy man, I will tell you" he lit up, I raised an eyebrow "I am Death's Mistress, keeper of the Hallows and current defender of Earth, the First Immortal" I said my voice cold, Nick paled and nodded. "I'm the most dangerous being in the universe Nick, but at the end of the day I'm only human, so I do make mistakes and such, my word is not gospel which is why Peggy was Director while I took the field"
"Your personality does not fit the director type?" he asked a bit of humor in his voice, I smiled.
"Not exactly, until I met Steve, Bucky and then Howard and Peggy I didn't play well with others and I've always been too full of myself, and while I can direct an operation and probably a city or country after the war I realized that I did a better job in the field" I said suddenly remembering the old life I led, Nick nodded "By the way I will be cutting down my workload a bit and will be taking some independent missions"
"Why?" asked Nick, I sat straighter.
"My nephew needs me and I won't be the one to let him down and I have some personal stuff to fix up around that will be taken off as missions" I explained.
"Fine, but you'll be the one to tell Agent Barton," he said, I agreed.
I walked down to the gym where Clint was running, probably warming up for his usual solo training. I whistled to get his attention; he stopped and walked towards me.
"Something's wrong?" he asked, I shook my head and motioned for him to follow me. We walked in silence around the facility towards my office, closing the door as we went in. He took a seat in front of my desk and I sat on it (the desk).
"I talked to Director Fury today" I stared, Clint nodded "I told him that you're ready for solo missions"
"Really? Cool!" he said excited, I smiled at him.
"I also told him that you do better solo, although do expect extraction teams if the need arises, I wont have you risking yourself more than necessary" I explained, Clint was listening intently "I will also be reducing my workload and taking some special missions on my own"
"Our training is over?" he asked confusedly, I grinned.
"Yes my young padawan, I believe it is time for you to show the world what I taught you and make your path towards becoming a true Jedi Knight," I said laughing, Clint laughed too.
"Thank you Mistress, I shall make you proud" he joked.
"There's also another thing that you should know," I said, because I needed to tell him the truth.
"Is it bad?" he asked, I shook my head.
"Not really, but its very sensitive and a few selected people know of it, you kid have gained my trust and I think its time for you to know" I took a breath "My real name is not Alexandra Barnes, she doesn't exist, my name is Alexandra Jane Rogers Noir, and way much more older than 24"
"Rogers as in Captain America, Captain Rogers" he asked; I nodded.
"I'm the widow," I said.
"That's extremely cool, I mean sad, but cool" he said, I smiled at him.
"Yes and actually at Shield only you and Fury know of this, although I'm pretty sure Fury will want to tell Agent Coulson someday" I mused, Clint nodded.
"This is so cool, I got trained by Captain America's wife," he said after a while, I smiled at him.
"That you did kid, I want you to remember some things though, first I will always be a phone call away, if you're ever having problems whereas it is in the field or your life you can always call me, don't hesitate to do so, and secondly I want you to remember the first thing I ever told you before we began our training, everyone deserves a second chance to start, I got one, you got one, even Steve got one, remember that kid" I said standing from the desk, Clint stood from the chair too.
"I will" he promised, I smiled and pulled him into a hug.
"Make me proud Clint, and if they do make Phil your handler, don't give him a hard time" I whispered to him, he nodded, I let go of him he was smiling "Our meeting is over Agent Barton, I trust your judgment"
"Of course Agent Rogers" he said before slipping out of my office, I stood there for a while before grabbing a jacket that was draped over my chair, there was one life that I needed to save tonight. I grabbed my gun and walked out of my office and out of the building.
Hell's Kitchen was silent tonight, I read the flier that I had picked up from the Shield cafeteria early in the morning Creek vs. Murdock tonight, some Shield agents kept up with local boxers, many of them liked Murdock also, I walked around until I found the ring, I paid the entrance and quietly slid in, the fight was in full swing, I walked around unnoticed and made my way to Murdock's Locker Room, where I hid in a darkened corner allowing myself to become invisible, now I just had to wait and turns out that I had become a very patient woman.
Twenty minutes later Murdock rushed in he took of his gloves and stuffed them in his locker, he slowly turned around, the crowd was chanting his name, he stayed there as if waiting. Two thugs walked in, I moved around invisible to them until I was behind the two thugs, I slammed the door to the locker room close with my magic, the thugs turned and I took that time to reveal myself to them.
"Hello boys" I drawled, they pointed their guns at me forgetting about Murdock momentarily "I trust everything is okay here"
"Who are you?" demanded one of the thugs; I smiled at him.
"Your death" I said simply and in a swift movement raised my gun and shot him straight on his head, the other thug shot me on the side, ruining my jacket, I sighed "Fuck, you know I really liked this one" I said before shooting him too, he fell to the floor next to the other and Murdock stayed there looking at me as if I was a ghost "You okay man?" I asked, he nodded "Good lets get you out of here before Roscoe sends more of his thugs after you"
"What of this bodies" he asked coming back to himself, I smiled.
"You know, I know just where to send them, give me one second" I said as I appeared a small piece of paper and a pen and wrote a small message down, I pinned it to one of the thugs and waved my right hand disappearing the bodies, I looked at Murdock who seemed too dumbstruck to talk "Follow me Mr. Murdock, lets get you and your son safe for tonight" I said walking to Murdock's locker and pulling his bag out and handing it to him.
We walked out of the ring by an emergency door to a small back alley. He seemed to understand that I did not knew where he lived because he started walking and I kept his pace. His apartment was small and old, he opened the door and walked in, I checked the area before going in and closing the door behind me, little Matt was sitting on a chair his hands on the table.
"Dad?" he asked, Murdock looked at me and I nodded.
"Mattie we need to pack hurriedly and go, understand, I brought a friend" he told his son rapidly.
"Alex" I interjected.
"Alex, she's going to help you pack, show her to your room" he ordered his son, Matt stood from his chair and grabbed his walking stick.
"Mr. Murdock we have roughly seven minutes until they get here, so I suggest you too pack your stuff" I said before following the kid, Murdock looked at me.
"I have to face them, or they'll never leave me alone" he said, I rolled my eyes, honestly why did I always ended up with self-sacrificing men?
"Mr. Murdock my favorite jacket didn't got ruined for you to die tonight, so I suggest that you go pack or I'll drag you myself, I will deal will Roscoe after I know that you and your kid are safe, now please do go pack" I said sternly, didn't he knew he was dealing with a senior citizen?
"Right you got shot!" he seemed to remember suddenly "Are you okay miss?" I rolled my eyes.
"Do I look like I'm in pain Mr. Murdock? No, so go pack, I'm fine" I said turning towards Matt's room, the kid had a backpack on his bed, I picked a slightly larger bag from his drawer and we started filling it with his stuff "Mattie, right?" I asked.
"Yes" he answered; I looked at him and smiled.
"Anything else that you cant live without from here or that cant be replaced?" I asked, he seemed to think about it and shook his head "Perfect then, I think we're done here, lets get your father before he does something stupid" I said grabbing both bags, the kid walked out of the room with me following, Murdock was already waiting for us next to the table. "Ready to go?" I asked; Murdock seemed hesitant.
"I haven't paid rent" he said after a while, I sighed and five hundred bucks appeared on the table.
"That must be enough" I said as the same time that the sound of tires screeching on the pavement reached us, Murdock tensed but I smiled "Our ride is here Mr. Murdock" we walked out of the house and a black Bentley was parked waiting for us, the trunk popped open and I laid the bags there. I then opened the back door and motioned for the Murdocks to get in, I took the passenger seat and smiled at Mortimer who was driving.
"How can I be of your assistance tonight Mrs. Rogers" said Mortimer, I grinned at him.
"Long time no see Mortimer, please take the long way home" I said, Mortimer nodded and started driving.
"It has indeed been a long time Mrs. Rogers" he said keeping his butler persona.
"I've been working hard lately, how's the paperwork?"
"Eternal as always, tonight surely will bring some ups to it" he pointed out I groaned.
"I'll deal with them in the morning, I am not done with tonight yet" I said, Mortimer glanced at me, then to the backseat.
Mortimer drove around and it took us forty five minutes to reach the manor, once there safely parked in the garage, we got out of the car; Murdock seemed surprised by the house.
"You live here?" he asked looking at me.
"Yes Mr. Murdock, welcome to my lovely home when I was younger it was named Noir Manor, today I like to refer to it as Rogers Manor, but that is because Steve would've hated it" I said as we walked in by the garage which led us to a small hallway that ended in the Maid's kitchen, not that I had any maids around, then I led them to the other slightly smaller kitchen that was for the house master's and their families personal use, I guided Matt towards a chair and served him a glass of orange juice, Mortimer had just put the coffee on the stove.
"This is your house" Murdock said again, as if the idea itself was ridiculous.
"One of them, yes, my husband and I preferred the small apartment in Brooklyn, but since he left I can't stand to be in that place alone, I do keep hoping that he returns to me one day" I said, he had taken a seat next to Matt.
I rummaged in the fridge until I found milk and the chocolate syrup that I used to make hot cocoa. Mortimer and I worked in sync and several minutes later I presented Matt with a cup of warm cocoa, not to hot so he wouldn't burn himself, Mortimer served us (the adults) coffee with a platter of chocolate chips cookies that I had made earlier in the week, because Tony and Hope had been visiting and they loved homemade cookies. Matt seemed to enjoy his chocolate, and the coffee was perfect, Death sure knew how to make coffee.
"So…" started Murdock "You have a husband" he said awkwardly.
"Yes Mr. Murdock, you remind me of him a little bit, self-sacrificing to the core and making decisions without previous consultations," I grumbled, he had the decency to look ashamed.
"Where's your husband" he asked, I sighed.
"Lost in the middle of the ocean maybe," I said with sorrow, Murdock looked down.
"I'm sorry" he said, I waved it off.
"I learned to deal with that fact a long time ago Mr. Murdock" I said bitterly.
"You don't look that old Mrs. Rogers" he said, that made me smile.
"Don't let my young face fool you Mr. Murdock, I'm way much older than how I look like" I said as I stood from the chair I was in "Mortimer will lead you to your rooms for the night, I have several loose ends to tie tonight so we'll discuss things tomorrow Mr. Murdock, have a good night" I said before disappearing down a hallway not giving him the chance to talk.
I made it to my room and took of my jacket allowing my face to scrunch up in pain for the first time tonight, the fact that bullets didn't kill me it sure as hell didn't meant that I hadn't hurt, I lifted my shirt to see where the bullet had imbedded itself, I sighed and walked into the bathroom grabbing my first aid kit, soon enough the pair of pincers had done their job and the bullet was out leaving me with a gapping hole on the side, I guided my magic towards that particular spot and saw as it closed itself up, being the Mistress of Death had its small perks, I changed the bloodied shirt for a clean one and grabbed the same jacket I concentrated enough and apparated out of my room.
New York was painfully easy to travel, and then finding the house of a renamed drug lord was even easier, they were so fucking dumb with all the security running around, I smirked as I approached the house, it was big, yes but not as mine, I made myself invisible and walked inside as if I had always been there. Walking around the house and finding Roscoe's study was even easier. He was alone, the body of the two thugs I had killed earlier where on the floor where I had instructed Mortimer to put them and on top of them was a gingerly note with a simple message "you're next". Roscoe was locked in his study, guards all over the place, again being Death Mistress came with too many perks, I had just walked through the door of the study.
A glass of whisky in his hand, Roscoe was studying the body of his thugs, he seemed nervous, almost paranoid even, I decided to have a little fun and pushed a little glass figurine that was on a table to the floor, the man jumped when the figurine crashed on the floor making me smile. Immediately I heard the guards trying to open the door, I smirked, the idiots. Roscoe was looking around frantically, I decided to make myself visible again.
"Hello Mr. Roscoe" I greeted sitting comfortably on the couch, it was a nice couch, his eyes widened comically.
"Who are you?" he barked, I chuckled and eyed the corpses on the floor.
"Mmm… I see that you got my message Mr. Roscoe" I said uninterested, he paled.
"How did you get in here?" he asked, I waved him off.
"You know Mr. Roscoe, killing a guy and leaving a child orphaned is a terrible crime, killing a dad that would do anything for their kid is worse, so tell me why should I spare your life?" I asked, a wine glass appearing in my hand, he was nervous.
"I can kill everyone you love," he said desperately, I grinned at him.
"Oh really? And how will you do that Mr. Roscoe? You'll be dead in a matter of minutes" I said in a singsong voice, his pupils were small, as if he was psycho.
"My people will find you, they have seen your face by now in the cameras" he said, I yawned.
"Have they really? How do you know I'm real? I mean I just appeared in here, are you sure you're not going mad?" I asked, playing with weak minds was always interesting.
"THEY WILL FIND YOU, THEY WILL" he shouted, I stood calmly from my spot in the couch and walked towards him, he stepped back, and I took out my gun.
"Have fun finding a ghost Mr. Roscoe, enjoy hell," I said before pulling the trigger. The shot echoed in the study and I saw his body fall to the floor, blood pooling on the expensive rug, it looked to be Persian, I looked at Roscoe's body in disgust and apparated at the same time the enchantments around the office fell.
I walked into the kitchen after a good night's sleep to find a kid there, it took me a second to remember that I had saved Murdock from being killed and that he and Matt were staying in the mansion, I rubbed my eyes sleepily as I set the coffee machine.
"Hullo Matt" I greeted.
"Hi Alex" he answered back, as far as I could see Mortimer had served the kid breakfast "You have a nice voice" said the kid after a while, I smiled while taking a sip of my hot Italian espresso.
"Thanks kid, you have nice hair," I said with a smile he could not see. Murdock walked in a few minutes later, I served him a cup of coffee and he looked at me grateful "I hope you two had a nice night"
"We did, thank you," answered Murdock; I smiled.
"Good, I want to offer you a job" I said abruptly, Murdock stared at me and I shrugged "Think about it man, nice job, you get the kiddo a safe pass to uni and no death threats hanging over your head" I explained.
"What kind of job?" he asked; I smiled.
"Bodyguard" I said taking a sip of my coffee, Murdock looked at me as if I had grown another head.
"Excuse me Ma'am, but you don't seem to need a bodyguard" he said, I laughed.
"Not for me Mr. Murdock, see I have a young nephew who's bound to get into trouble one day and you have a kid and my nephew could benefit from having another kid around" I explained offhandedly, Murdock seemed to think about it.
"No more boxing?" he asked, I smiled at him.
"Not unless is for recreational purposes Mr. Murdock, what do you say?" he took a sip from his cup before answering.
"I'm sold then," he said, I grinned.
"Perfect, please do be ready in an hour so you can meet your new charge Mr. Murdock, I believe that you will find fitting clothes for you and Matt in your rooms" I said grabbing an apple from the fridge and making my way out of the kitchen.
Once in my room I reached for my telephone and dialed up to Howard's study, it rung five times before he answered.
"Stark here" he said, I snorted.
"Hello Howard, lovely day isn't it?" I asked, while I could not see him I knew that he had rolled his eyes.
"Very, have you read the paper today? An important mobster and several of his thugs were killed last night, it's all in front page"
"Really? No clue, do they have any leads?" I asked innocently.
"No, the police department think it was an assassination, but you know mobsters are always too deep in their shit, so its no wonder they start turning up dead"
"You're right, dirty business; but that's not why I'm calling you, how would you feel if Tony had an appointed bodyguard?"
"A bodyguard? Really Alex?"
"Well you guys are not getting any younger and unfortunately I cant be with Tones 24/7, but I found a nice guy who's in need of a job, has a kid too, a blind kid, so I guessed why not help him out"
"And you think he's qualified to keep Tony safe?"
"He was a boxer, I think that alone counts"
"A boxer?"
"Jack Murdock"
"Murdock? Wasn't he on a fight last night? The guy from Hell's Kitchen"
"Yeah, that one, he wants to leave boxing for good so I thought about Tony needing a bodyguard with his best interest at heart, and like I said he has a son, so he probably knows how to deal with children"
"A bodyguard and a nanny?"
"Oh come on Howard we all know that Jarvis is not only a butler"
"Oh fine, bring him over, I'll decide if he's good enough for Tony"
"There's nothing to decide Howard, he's already employed, just need you to meet the guy and prepare accommodations for him and his boy, all expenses are onto me"
"I don't need you to pay"
"I know but Tony's my nephew, consider it a gift from me"
"Fine"
"Thanks Howard, see you in a bit"
I put the phone down and walked into my closet, I decided in a flared dress that reached my knees with strappy platforms. Mortimer drove us to Howard's mansion, and after a small talk Jack got settled with Matt. I decided to get back home and rest.