Oh my god I'm so happy I finished this chapter! I was worried that I wouldn't be able to finish it in time because I had a couple different ways I wanted to do this and it took way more time than it should have deciding how I wanted it and what was the best way to write it. That and I are going to state tomorrow for speech and drama and I won't be back at my mom's for like a week. Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter! It's a bit of filler but I tried to fill it up with some good stuff. I'm really trying to set things up for later in the story, so sorry of things seem boring or repeated. I'm going to shut up now so you can read the chapter. Now enjoy!
Disclaimer: No I don't own the avengers. Am I upset about that? Yes. What I am going to do about it? Nothing, because I'm lazy and would much rather sleep or watch Netflix.
It's been three weeks since as everyone has come to call it, the gun incident. Not much has happened since then, Fury and the council still haven't reached an agreement on what to do about the T.U.G. though expect for the fact that Conner has been acting very ….weird, I guess? I mean, it's not exactly weird. He just … I don't know. Something's off, but I don't know what and every time I try to bring it up he shrugged it off like its nothing. One time he just acted like I didn't even say anything, it's starting to worry me; I hope something's not wrong. I try to push my worry some thoughts away as I slide my foot into my combat boot and start to carefully lace it up.
"Hey come on Kat! Don't wanna be late for your first mission!" Someone called, I look up and it turns out to be none other than Conner himself. He gives me a goofy grin his curly blonde hair falling in his face.
"I'll be out in a second." I said, as I finished lacing up my boot and started on the other one.
"Ok you better hurry up though," His laugh, "you don't want to keep Clint and Natasha waiting." He called as he ran down the hall way. I rolled my eyes and sighed, Fury is making Conner, Clint and Natasha go with my on my first mission at S.H.E.I.L.D. I didn't like it because generally I work alone. I guess it wasn't so bad though in this past three weeks the four of us have come to be somewhat of a little family. It also happened to be one of the conditions Director Fury had for letting me go on a mission at all this soon after joining S.H.E.I.L.D. Another condition for me be able to going on this mission (This one strikes me as little odd.) is going to hang out with this guy every week for a couple hours. They haven't told me who he is yet, but I tried not to ask too much about it. I mean I was just grateful Fury's letting me go on a mission; I would worry about whoever this guy is later. But in all seriousness it's going to be nice to get back out into the field. I finish lacing up my other boot and stand up, looking at myself in the mirror. My uniform looked different than what the T.U.G. had me in, which was basically a black stretchy suit. Fun fact: not as comfortable as one might think.
For this uniform I had my hair in a fish tail braid, and I was wearing a gray t-shirt with a form fitting maroon leather vest with thick black string tying it together in the front stopping just below my breasts. I had simple tight fitting black pants on, along with simple black combat boots. Around my waist was a belt that held many small throwing knifes, various sharp things, and even some ninja stars. They weren't really my style, but they were similar enough to knifes; so why not? Hanging off of my belt was a brown holster strapped to my upper thigh that held a dagger. A similar dagger was sheathed to the back of my belt falling just below the small of my back. On my opposite leg there was another holster, this time with a gun. I didn't want to carry a gun, but like I said I always forced myself to have one just on case the gun came n handy more times than I like to admit. Then to top it all off I had long jacket that went down to about my knees, with the sleeves cut off and a hood. On the inside, I had pockets that held these special metal ropes (More like wires really.) they were supposed to extend and retract on command by a special button in my gloves. I didn't really see a use for them, but Clint insisted I have them for some reason.
"Come on kitty Kat, were waiting!" Clint yelled as he charged into my room. I grinned at the use of the new nick name Clint had taken to calling me. "Looking sharp." He commented with a click of his tongue. "Now let's go!" He urged, bolting out of my room and back down the hall toward the main deck, I rolled my eyes and followed.
On the jet….
I watched the darkening clouds zip by as Clint flew us to our destination. Our mission was simple, take out a criminal by the name of Elliot Gaston in France who was threating world leaders if they didn't give them what he demanded which just so happened to be money, and a lot of it. Our mission was to take him out and find out as much as possible about his little gang in the process. S.H.E.I.L.D. had located Elliot on the outskirts of Paris and that's exactly where we were headed now. If we we're lucky we'll have caught them by surprise and this should be a clean cut mission.
"Ok, we're just about there." Clint announced, looking back at us. I gave him a nod and got up walking over to where Conner and Natasha were sitting. "You did the sweep, right Conner?"
"Yep, all civilian personal have been escorted from the building." Conner confirms.
"We all know the plan right?" Natasha asked in confirmation, also standing up along with Conner who was grinning as he strapped on a parachute. He then handed me one, which I quickly slide on and buckled up.
"Ugh yes mom!" Conner joked dodging a smack from Nat with a laugh. We have an ongoing joke that Clint and Natasha are going to get married and Conner loves to get a joke in about that whenever he can; Maybe I was just being paranoid earlier when I said he was acting weird I mean he seems perfectly fine now.
"We'll be at the drop site in 60 seconds." Clint warned, as Nat finished buckling her parachute.
"I'm ready man, I'm so ready!" Conner chanted before punching the side of the jet in excitement, leaving a slight dent and then proceeds to jump up and down a few times like a little kid in a candy store, his blonde curls bouncing up and down with the movement.
"Aye! No hitting my baby." Clint yelled at us playfully.
"Sorry pop!" Conner called back with a laugh, once again dodging a swat on the head from Nat.
"You're an idiot." I chuckled, tightening my parachute.
"You're no better!" yelled going to playfully hit me on the arm. I instantly squeezed my eyes shut and flinched away. "Sorry!" he said urgently once he realized what he was about to do, what memories he was about to bring back for me.
"Its fine, don't worry about it." I chuckled although it sounded forced. Nat gave me a look making sure I was ok; I gave her a small nod letting her know I was fine.
"Drop zone in 15 seconds!" Clint warned oblivious, breaking the three of us out of the awkward moment. Conner, Natasha, and I gave each other a final nod before heading over to the metal hatch on the right side of the carrier jet. Nat pounded a huge red button with her fist causing the hatch door to make a soft humming noise and start to slowly lower, revealing our target building coming closer and the pink and orange hues of the sky as the sun began to set.
"10 seconds!" Clint calls over the noise,
"Good luck." Black Widow says with a smirk "How's Chinese sound after this? I'm feeling Chinese."
"Sounds good!" I yell over the humming which had gotten louder.
"See you on the flip side." Conner said giving me a mock salute. For Conner's code name he decided on the name of Alistair; it was an odd name, but it felt right for him. For myself I choose to stick with The Oncoming Storm. It wasn't very catchy, but I liked the ring to it. Clint and Natasha weren't so keen on me keeping it, but oh well.
"5 seconds!" Clint called, slowing down over a tall but shabby looking building. I took a deep breath, clearing my head. "Go! Go! Go!" Clint shouted, once we came to a full stop. The first to jump was Black Widow, who went diving toward the ground like a swan before pulling her parachute cord and gliding gracefully down onto the ground. Next was Alistair, who tumbled out flipping this way and that and went crashing down toward the top of the building. Not waiting to see if he made it or not I gave one final mock salute to Hawkeye as Conner had given me and then I felt myself drop and Hawkeye was no longer in view.
The wild wind whipped my hood and braided hair back and forth, I spread myself like an eagle to slow my descent as I picked which building would be easiest to land on. I quickly opted for the one on my left closeted to me, and the shabby looking building. Then I pulled the cord the Shute instantly opening up and providing wind resistances and slowing my descent so I could gently glide down onto the roof top. The moment my feet touched the roof top, I unhook the parachute and dropped down curling myself up rolled, stopping after I hit the ledge. I quickly jumped up and went over to face the building. My instruction was to wait here until Black Widow gave the signal, problem was they didn't exactly tell me what it was; Hawkeye just said I would know. After the signal is sighted I am then supposed to use that special rope Hawkeye gave me and zip line across to the building, where I would work my way toward meeting up with Alistair. From there we were to gather as much info as possible before running into Elliot. Sounds easy enough I guess.
I looked out over the city while I waited. It was almost sun set, giving the city an eerie glow, for a moment I just watched the sun slowly drift beyond the horizon; then suddenly there was a loud explosion, and the spell was broken. My head shot over to the building, where the entire upper left corner had burst into flames. I smirked to myself and grabbed the retractable rope and a long piece of cloth that I had in one of my pockets in my jacket. I hit the extend button on my glove and heard a click, it zipped through the air and embedded itself into the designated building. I then climbed up onto the edge hooking the piece of cloth onto it; I pull on it a few times making sure it was stable,
"I guess that was the signal." I laugh to myself before pushing off the ledge. I go shooting toward the glass windows a few floors from where the explosion was. I put my feet up just before impact and go thundering through the windows, glass flying everywhere. I tuck and roll much like I did on the roof, and land in a fighting stance. I unsheathe my two daggers, my hood flying up onto my head in the process. I look up to see several men dressed in black and blue, all with a look of surprise and shock on their face.
"Who the hell are you?" One of them asked through their confusion and shock. I smirk,
"Who the hell do you think?" I shot back glaring out from under my hood I waited for it to sink in
"Oh shit," One of them said with wide eyes, "you're The Oncoming Storm."
"But I thought we were all good with Mr. Vaughan? We've paid all of our debuts!" Another one of them shouted.
"What makes you think I still work for Vaughan?" I asked darkly toying with them
"Oh hell, she's gone rouge!" Someone yelled as everyone scrambled to get away from me I guess they've heard all the stories about me. I chuckled,
"Oh you bet your ass I've gone rouge." And with that I sprang into action.
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