Morden day time...
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 private hotel beach, we planned to wait till it was less populated however the target chooses 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 woman killed him"
Fury looked at the picture of the women, she had sicky pale skin that could easily be 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 white 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 woman is our targets killer?"
The spies exchanged glances, "watch this" Barton stated playing the video the pair has taken.
"She's way too calm, while people run away. She WALKS to him, and then this" he pointed towards the women who seemed to have raised a hand, palm forward towards their target. "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 black and white 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 exclusive beach. The shadows of the brolly shielding her sensitive eyes from the bright sunlight, which rained down on it. Thought she dislike the brightness and the blindness that followed; she couldn't help but enjoy the warmth that the sun provided. Never since her long stay trapped in the same room whenever the opportunity to adventure out into the growing world around her, she took, no matter how unpleasant the opportunity was. Fortunately for her it was her time. She let out a deep relaxing sigh as she relaxed into her lying opposition.
How times had changed.
And she wasn't just talking about the world around her.
Instead of the bright and colour landscape she could see before being bedridden all she saw was the darkness and 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 at her fingertips. More so than before, she had become even more closer to her family roots which she considered a bonus.
The power, the change of her mortal being came at the cost. 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 a tone of 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 this lady to perceive the word around her.
The pair grew closer – a man and a woman 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 accent was soft, British but where from Britannia they couldn't place and there was something else in the voice - a tinge of something neither spy could put a finger on. Something older... Thought they didn't dwell on it as her question told 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 questions 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 can be much help" she asked politely.
"Just a few more, miss" Clint stated.
"Could you pass me your badge please?" 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 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 assistant however it isn't time for me to head in, and I have not perfected the art of walking on sand, as of yet"
The words coming smoothly off her tongue as 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 spy's exchanges glances. Could this be a trap?
Upon entering the hotel an assistant 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 assistant 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. Then bring us some water, if that's reasonable?"
Natasha sent the assistant 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 rooms belonging 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 mutters, 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, perhaps we shall continue 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. Like the cat had caught a canary.
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?"
"If we are questioning on my apparent actions, why not I question yours? Why did you choose that path in Budapest? Why did you kill some people yet spare others?" she nodded towards the women, neither confirming or denying the accusation of murder "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 would hope to believe" 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 next path wisely"
The same smile never leaving her face as she gave them their options, let's hope they would choose the correct one and provide some entertainment for her turn in the giant game. 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 assistant outside. Returning to the room with a jar of water and three glasses, placing them on the counter. The red head turned towards the women arms crossed over her chest letting out of resigned sigh "release him"
The women before them 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, "The first time, I tried to pour a glass without them..." she chuckled to herself before taking a slip, reminiscing in the memory "alas it didn't end to well"
"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 it seems. If rumours are to be believed" 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 very quiet private people in general, its rumoured that they live at Carrock fell hillfort but cannot confirm it. Their family is the elite of the elite in the nobles of the UK, known by most of the queen's inner circle yet no one knowns much about them or if they do, they are completely closed lip. The family has lots of money that – puts Tony's fortune to shame – each Oakes are apparently known to specialise in a section like wine or boats, our lady of interest, is the current head after her brother? No, uncle...? You know I'm not sure who stepped down. She happened to specialise in books aka information she seems to have a few libraries dotted about some with really, really rare books in. Her latest library happens to be in Queens, New York,"
"Family records? Assests?"
"we can't say, the family appears to be incredibly private. We can't get a hold of any family records by legal means. And we aren't getting much leeway via illegal means. The only thing we can truly say is that the family is super old and has a lot, and I mean a lot of assets in different areas all over the world. They may even be ones we do not even know about as the family has a very large network"
"And her abilities?" fury asked, his brows furrowed.
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 where this power come from. She was very vague but at the same time had full control over the conversation and what information she gave – like at the time it seems like she gave a lot of information but looking back she didn't"
"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's 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, she's got a sliver tongue. Thought-out the whole talk it never felt like we had any control of the situation, but I don't think she is against us. If she was... we would be six feet under"
"Hopefullywe will never fine out"
To be continued...
fun fact! all locations mentioned here are real locations!
