The angriest and saddest people are hidden behind a mask. A mask of laughter and happiness. It's amazing what you can fake with a smile.-Unknown

Twenty Years Earlier-

Ophelia Sarkissian that was her real name she spent years of her life being controlled, used, manipulated, and it was all done by Whitehall. He modeled the Viper program after the Black Widow though he made some slight alterations to his version. It was more focused on the preservation of Hydra's future and fulfillment of Hydra's will.

She didn't know how she and the others were selected she just knew what she needed to know. Like it always had been and always would be. Her earliest memory was of being dragged from her home screaming by men in SWAT team uniforms. She remembered watching her mother get gunned down. For as long as she would live the sounds of her mother's screams would echo in her mind.

Ophelia however also remembered perhaps more clearly what happened next in this moment. She was left in a room crying and then he came in through a door dressed in a nice suit all composed and sophisticated. "Hello Ophelia it's wonderful to meet you I'm Daniel Whitehall."

"I want to go-" She stuttered while crying "home."

"Oh Ophelia." Whitehall smiled as he put his hand on her cheek "I think we've established that you're not going home ever again. Some acceptance of that will go a long way I think. How about you? Don't you want to make this easier on yourself? Don't you want to follow the rules?"

Present Day-

Zobar that was his name he was a kree scientist assigned to examine an old teleportation device. The device had once been used to transport military personnel to a planet he could only pronoun Ye-arth "Such a strange name for a planet."

"Hey Doc you got any idea what this thing does?" A soldier asked approaching the control console.

"It use to be a transport device for soldiers. Are ancestors modified a small tribe of lower life forms. When ever they got out of hand we'd send our best and strongest through here. Over time these creatures known only as Inhumans began to look upon such structures as omens of death, ultimately viewing them in the context of a demonic force."

"So why are we here on this primitive rock?"

"Apparently one of the old girls still had some juice. Something came through from the other side. Though it's probably already dead nothing could survive on this jungle planet. I still can't understand why our ancestors couldn't have built a military way station somewhere nicer." Zobar whipped the sweat from his face.

"Yeah tell me about it I put in for a transfer hopping after this I get a job homeside. I can't stand these off world assignments. Takes me away from the misses too much."

"Is that necessarily a bad thing?" Zobar laughed.

"Guess not always." The Soldier chuckled. Suddenly there was a load roar and both kree jumped starring out into the jungle. "What the hell was that Doc?"

"Sounded like some animal dying." Zobar replied.

"Let's just get out of here and fast."

"Yeah I'm with you there. Wont take long I just have to fix up some last minute things. Just a little bit-" An arrow shot out of the jungle hitting the soldier in the neck pinning him to the machine "What the hell!" Zobar cried before arrow shot his leg.

She tried to run but before he knew it a female or at least what he assumed be a female ape of some kind rushed him and pinned him down "This device can you make it work?"

"Are you going to kill me?" Zobar asked sweating nervously.

"Not if you send me home. Now can you make it work or am I wasting my time!" She screamed.

"There's not much power left but yes I can."

"Then do it now! Before I lose my patience."

"Please don't kill me I have a family. Don't you have anyone you love or care about?"

She paused for a second "It's funny I do, one person everyone else I couldn't care less about but there is one man I care for. It's hysterical how I end up hurting the people I care for. No matter how hard I try the beast in me just surfaces. I mean I deluded myself into thinking I could be different that there was a chance at happiness for me! Until fate gave me a harsh reminder that I'll never be anything but a snake."

"Look you don't have to be you can-"

She laughed cutting him off "I can choose to be good? Really? That's what you want to go with? My friend or boyfriend whatever the hell he is said that to someone like me. Said he could choose to be good. He sent us into the ocean and I finally get why he did it. He did it because he understood that there really was no choice. Not for him and not for me. Now let's get this over with."

HYDRA HEADQUARTERS-

Grant Ward sat at his bar table looking at various files all of which were potential heads or former heads of Hydra. He was at the moment enjoying a whiskey when he heard someone come through the bar door. It was Joey an older man dressed like a biker.

"What do you want Joey?" Ward asked still reeling from his loss.

"Well Sir you remember saying you wanted more names? I mean that's what you wanted right?" Joey's voice was trembling he seemed afraid of something but Ward couldn't tell what. "Here read this." Joey said practically forcing the file in his hand.

Ward looked inside most of it was redacted documents with barely any visible words well except a name he turned to Joey "Who the hell is Ophelia Sarkissian?"

"The best at being the worst." Joey's voice was shaking "She's hold the record in Hydra for most kills. She was Whitehall's pet project or something she and her sisters if can even call them sister more like a cult. She was like his personal lab rat. He used her to create the compliance device before he had it he employed mind altering drugs, electro shock, sleep deprivation, starvation, you name it he did it to her. She's the leader of the Vipers, Hydra's version of the Black Widow. They activated the moment the former heads died."

"Why didn't I or Garrette know about this?"

"It was top secret they reported directly to Whitehall, Alexander Pierce, Baron von Strucker only the top brass. They operated as sleeper agents until activation. I only know about it because well I was looking through abandon files for names like you wanted but Sir she's bad news!" Joey warned "No one ever saw her face but most of the higher ups and grunts heard the rumors. That she was like a demon in human skin literally the best at being the worst."

"How do I find her?" Ward asked slightly intrigued.

"That's just it you don't find Ophelia she finds you but Sir I'm telling you she's a total psycho."

S.H.I.E.L.D.

Fitz was going over some data trying to keep his mind off of Simmons. Where are you Simmons? He asked himself while trying to be calm. Months had passed Ward was rebuilding Hydra gathering Inhumans but he really only could think about her. It was a shitty situation no matter how you sliced it the worst case she was captured by someone and the best case she stood him up and ran.

"Why did I think it could ever work out with us?" His hands closed into a fist and he hit the table. "I'm so stupid! I actually thought we could be together!" He turned after hearing a weird sound the strange rock was acting up he spent months studying it but nothing came of it. "What hell is going on?"

In a flash Simmons came bursting out of it. Naked and covered in blood. She looked around seemingly frightened and confused. "Leo is that you?" She sobbed.

"Jemma? Your-" She rushed him and hugged him tightly.

"I was so scared. I thought I'd never see you again."

Fitz started to cry "It's going to be fine I'll never leave you again!" Little did Fitz know that her false look of fear and terror had given way to a look of cold heartless stare.