Disclaimer: I do not own any Marvel/Avenger characters, I only own her (The Killer Butterfly) this is about 9 years before the Avengers movie, Iron Man, Thor, etc. I'm going to try and add more background on her, and make the chapters longer. Hope you enjoy!
"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win."
-Stephen King
Chapter 2: It all happens underneath…
I woke up with a start hearing a loud knock at the door. I looked at the clock. 5:48. I groaned 2 terrible hours of sleep. I rubbed my eyes when there was another knock at the door. I scowled and grabbed my Ruger that was on the side table next to me.
"Just a minute." I said calling out. I checked it; I took the safety off, and tucked it into the back of my jeans with my right hand holding it in case I needed it. I walked over to the door looking through the little peep-hole seeing a woman standing there, I opened the door carefully to see a maid.
"Oh I don't need my room cleaned yet, you might want to come back in a few hours when I'm gone." I said my hand still firmly on my gun.
"Oh no, I was told to give this to the lady occupying this room. The manager said it was just delivered." She said handing me an envelope. I reached forward with my left hand taking the envelope from her.
"Thank you." I said starting to close the door still watching her. I really hope this was the plane ticket I had order.
"Have a good day." She said leaving. I quickly closed the door locking and bolting it. I walked into the little bedroom and sat down on the bed. I looked the envelope over and smiled, perfect timing. I grabbed a pocket knife out of my pocket and opened it. Putting the knife down, I pulled out the letter and opened it to find an airplane ticket to Rio de Janeiro, along with a letter confirming my reservation at my hotel and also other details of it. I checked the ticket for the time.
"Crap." I said looking at the clock. The ticket was for a plane that would leave at 8 a.m. and it was already 6. I groaned, that gave me two hours to pack up everything, check out, get to the airport, try and not be noticed by security, and somehow get my weapons through. I grabbed the ticket, letter of confirmation by the hotel and the Ben Anders file. I laid them neatly on the bed. Then reached under the bed and grabbed my suitcase and two large briefcases. I opened up the briefcases and opened up the hided compartment on them. In one I had my Windrunner M96 sniper rifle broken down and fitted into the Styrofoam pockets for it. With it I had an assortment of different lethal poisons, a small first aid kit, and various listening devices. I looked over everything making sure it was all there then I put the lead compartment shield back on it and then placed files and papers in it, carefully i closed and locked it. I grabbed the other already opened briefcase and opened up the hided compartment on it. I put my Ruger in it and then o started going over my Glock, Beretta, and Sigs. I made sure I had enough ammo then went through my different pass ports looking for the one I used to by the plane ticket and hotel reservation. After a while I finally found it, (all the way at the bottom) Lillian Carter, an art curator from upstate New York, at least Lillian was a blonde with blue eyes and I wouldn't have to dye my hair or put in contact lenses in, again. I closed the compartment and started filing it with electronics, and more paperwork. I reached around the bed and grabbed my bag putting the Ben Anders file, Lillian Cater passport and I.D., plane ticket and hotel reservation letter and other details in it. I looked at the clock it was almost 7. I had an hour to get ready and get there. I rubbed my eyes. That bad feeling about this target just kept coming back.
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"Coulson I didn't think my next mission was for another week?" Barton asked walking into the briefing room and crashing in one of the chairs. Coulson set an open file in front of Barton.
"We've found her," Coulson said, "One of her aliases, Lillian Carter, bought a plane ticket to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil."
"Do we know who her target is in Brazil?"
"No, but that same alias also has reservation at a hotel the Mar Ipanema Hotel and she usually stays close to her mark."
"So you're sending me in to take her out?" Barton asked. Coulson sighed sitting down in a chair.
"If you can bring her in-" Coulson stopped and rubbed his chin, "If you have an opportunity to bring her in then bring her in, otherwise, take her out."
"Is there any information about her in here that I can use that will be helpfully?" Barton asked.
"All we know is in that file; your flight leaves this afternoon, good luck Barton. Come back safe." Coulson said.
"Come back safe? Easy there Phil someone might think you have a heart." Barton smirked as Coulson left the room shaking his head.
Barton started reading the file, he already knew a 'bit about the girl known as The Killer Butterfly. Then again, anybody right now at S.H.E.I.L.D. knew about The Killer Butterfly, the assassin responsible for taking out five highly trained S.H.E.I.L.D. teams. He started at the beginning of the file reading everything carefully.
Name: Alison Dalton (previously Alison Comrade)
Age: 20
Height: 5'5
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Known Alias: Kelly Walsh, Lillian Carter, Julia Morison, Rachel Kelvin, Ashley Jarvis, Victoria Daily and Elizabeth Martin
Occupation: Assassin
Medical records show since a young age Alison was going in and out of the Emergency Room Frequently, it slowed down after the age of ten and after that only injuries that were ever reported were linked to either sports or after school activities.
Mother: Martha Comrade, deceased
Father: Timothy Comrade, currently serving his 15th year out of his 35 to life prison sentence for 1st degree murder of his wife Martha Comrade, and attempted murder of his 5 year old daughter, Psychologist believes he might also of have physically, mentally and/or emotionally abused both his late wife and his daughter.
Having no other known living relatives at the age of 5, Alison Comrade was put into the foster system. She bounced around to different foster homes untill she reached the age of 12 and was adopted by a young couple from Miami, Florida. Logan and Tracy Dalton. After being adopted by the Daltons, Alison Comrade name was changed to Alison Dalton. The Dalton family was very well known for being very adventurist often going on camping and hunting trips. Logan Dalton owned his own self-defense gym and his wife Tracy was a medical doctor. Almost 6 years after adopting Alison, now 17, the Daltons were in a fatal car accident killing both Tracy and Logan Dalton, leaving everything to their daughter Alison. After their death, Alison Dalton disappeared only to be seen in different countries under different names. 3 months after her adopted parents died, Alison Dalton now 18, was seen on pictures from a security camera taking down 2 grown men and killing them. 2 weeks later another security camera caught her following someone else then quickly killing them. Barton closed the file. He had read enough.
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When I stepped off that plane she had never been so happy. The plane had been cold and long. I was just happy that I had been able to get all my weapons and myself through without any problems. I grabbed my briefcases and headed to the baggage claim. I almost fell asleep it had taken so long for my suitcase to wheel around. I grabbed my last bag and wheeled myself out of the airport and grabbed the first cab I could get.
"Where to?" The driver asked helping me with my bags and getting back into the driver seat.
"The Mar Ipanema Hotel." I said putting on my seatbelt.
"That's nice, you on vacation or work?" He asked looking at me with the rearview mirror.
"Work, I wish it was vacation though, seems like a great place." I said sitting back against the seat. The drive to hotel didn't take that long; the driver was silent most of the drive there. He would through a few questions at me once in a while. When the car finally rolled to a stop in front of the hotel I got out and was helped with my bags. Not even ten feet into the hotel and I already spotted my target. Ben Anders was at the front desk and looked like he was checking in. I didn't stop and watch him I knew the only way to reel him in was to ignore him. So I walked right up to the other receptionist.
"Hi may help you?" The receptionist asked I reached my hand into my bag and grabbed my I.D.
"Yes, I'm Lillian Carter, I'm checking in."
"Okay I'll need your I.D. please." I handed her my I.D.
"Okay your reservation is for the 7th floor room 55, here's your room key." She said handed me my room key and my I.D. back.
"Thank you." I said then grabbed one of my bags and headed off to the elevator with the porter behind me with my other bags. We had just gotten into the elevator and I pressed then button.
"Hey sweetheart, hold that door would you." Ben Anders called out to me, I pressed the hold button and within seconds I came face to face with Ben Anders, and oh man did his picture not give him credit.
"Thanks doll." He said checking me out from head to toe, which made me feel like I should have opted for the jeans and t-shirt instead of the short sun dress I had on that showed a lot of my legs.
"I see we're on the same floor maybe you could come to my room later on for a drink."
"Sorry I have business I have to deal with today." I said not even looking at him.
"So do I," He said then leaned into me till he was an inch away from my ear, "But then after it I'm free and no one will miss me for a very long time." He said, I saw my opportunity and I took it. I leaned in and with one of my little listening devices I tried to slip one in, unsuccessful so I went with plan two, I leaned in closer and softly kissed him. Dropping the briefcase he had in his hand. He then brought his hands up to my lower back and side, he kissed me back. When he was busy with me, I slid my foot catching the briefcase and moving it behind me just in time to hear the porter give a little cough. I broke off the kiss then leaned into his ear.
"I'll meet you in the hotel bar at 8, we can have a drink, and then we can go back up to your room and get to know each other a lot better." I said leaning back hearing the elevator doors ding then open, I grabbed his bag from behind me, and started to leave; I got haft way out the door, turn and winked at him then kept walking. When I finally got to my room I wanted to just past out on the bed, but looking at the clock I knew I had some things to do before my date tonight. I looked around the room, it wasn't bad, and I kind of even liked it. But before I went all mushy on myself I reached over the side of the bed and I grabbed his briefcase from where I had put it on the floor and set it on the bed. I grabbed one of my large briefcases and opened the hidden compartment.
"Well shit on shingle." I said closing it up, I always seemed to grab the one that I didn't want. I set it back down and grabbed the other one, and opened it up. I went over my Windrunner M96 and frowned.
"Maybe next time," I said patting it, I then went through the poisons I had with me.
Cyanide no to obvious, strychnine again to obvious, arsenic no, no, and no, hemlock no, pufferfish venom no, tempting, but again like I said no, botulinum no, way to annoying, ricin takes way to long so, no, antifreeze… no…wait…maybe. I grabbed the antifreeze and set it down next to the briefcase. I then looked at all the different snake and spider venoms but said no to them too. Than last but not least, thallium, nope again takes way to long. I looked to see what I had chosen and nearly snorted. I then grabbed a thing of GHB so he would pass out and forget.
"Antifreeze and GHB it is," I grabbed it looking it over, "Now just how am I going to get you into him?" it didn't take me that long before the little light bulb in my head to go off.
"I know just what to do with you two." I tossed the bottles into the air and catching them, and then looked at them with a smile. He just needed one drink and then the dead would be done and he wouldn't even know what was happening and even when he did, he wouldn't suspect me. No not me. Not the small harmless blonde he meets one day at a hotel and thinks he strikes it rich with. I'd just have to give him the right doses, not get caught, give him a couple of strong drinks so when he looked and acted really drunk no one suspect, then again not many people would suspect a girl of putting GHB in a guy's drink. Unknowing of everything that's happening underneath.
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I had read every little thing on Alison Dalton I could get my hands on. From medical records to reports from social workers. I had read all of it. Not that it helped much, either I had the opportunity to take her in, which as it looked was very unlikely, which meant I was mostly doing background on a person I'd just have to later kill. The more and more I read the more and more I hoped that there would be an opportunity to bring her in. S.H.E.I.L.D. could be this best this that ever happened to her, then again that didn't say much since her past was full of abuse and pain, and when it looked bright for her it was all swept away. I was on the 8th floor of the San Marco Hotel Rio, getting up and grabbing a pair of binoculars I looked over to spy into Alison Dalton's room on the 7th floor. Putting the binoculars I looked at my watch. 5:00 p.m.
"Please just be on a harmless vacation." I didn't want to take her out, but I had my orders and I wasn't going to let her kill someone on my watch.
I had a feeling that this mission was going to be a bad one…
You now know her real name and a lot of her background and so does Clint Barton. Will he be able to stop her from killing? Will he be able to bring her in? Will have to kill her? Find out in the next chapter! I'll try and get it out ASAP but no promises! Please review I really want to know what you guys think of it! Thanks for reading! ~Honey-Bee128