A/N: The final chapter!

Chapter 8

Becky grabbed a med kit and some ice and helped with the bustled lip, cleaning and daubing.

"Please, Becky, you have to—

"Oh, stuff it, Carly. I know who you and your mother work for. I know who you are. I know about your special training camp, I know you have extra-human powers. Let's cut the tear-jerky crap already."

Carly sucked down her next sob and pulled her face away from Becky's touch. "Fine. Maybe I'm everything you say. So what? What are you going to charge me with? I'm the one who got thrown through a wall. I'm the one who should press charges."

Becky smiled and shook her head. "If it were only that simple. You don't know anything about this game, do you? You're so sad, Carly. A waste. Let me tell you what's going to happen. You now work for us. You will be a mole in your organization. You will tell us everything you find out. You will be our secret weapon."

Carly laughed. "Seriously? You think you could be a mole in S.H.I.E.L.D.? I'd rather you just lock me away. We don't turn on our own. We've worked too hard, sacrificed too much. You take me away, two more will take my place. What makes you think you can do this to me?" Carly yanked on her cuffs but they were firm.

Becky walked over to the wall monitor and punched some icons on her iPad. "Because of this."

The screen came to life. It was a picture of a man in a cell, cold, unshaven, thin. Shivers struck Carly's back, and her gut clenched.

"Dad?" No, it couldn't be. It had to be a trick. Dad was dead. But damn if it looked like him, except with sad, tired eyes and a hunch in his back.

Becky turned back to Carly, her face stern. "We have your father. Do what we want, and he doesn't get hurt. Disobey, and we'll make his stay in our holding facility a nightmare. We always need subjects for experiments. What do you say?"

Carly swallowed. Her lip throbbed. Her heart ached. Dad was alive, and a prisoner. "I want to see him. In person. Get me to see him, and I'll do whatever you want."

"That's not an option, and I'd say that right now, you're not in a position to bargain."

"My dad or nothing."

Becky tapped her ear. Apparently there were eyes on the room, monitoring. Classic move. Carly was beginning to wonder if she even had what it took to be an agent. So far, it was pretty much all fail, not to mention that her best friend turned out to be the enemy.

"We'll see. First, you'll do some missions for us. Prove your worth, and we'll see about getting you in."

Negotiations? Cool. They must think she has something important. It wasn't the end of the world, being a mole, and if she could find her father—

The room shook with an explosion, somewhere in the mansion. Becky whipped out her gun and touched her ear.

"Stay there—"

Carly had already jumped up and slammed a shoulder into Becky, sending the gun flying and flipping Becky over the table. Carly scooted her hands under her legs and to the front, shoved them into her dress near her waist, and found the pick while Becky struggled to get back to her feet. A quick pick at the lock and the manacles fell off. Carly dove for the gun, just beating Becky. She rolled back to her feet, gun trained on her former best friend.

Every instinct screamed for her to shoot, to blaze a trail of death during her escape, but Becky held the one card Carly couldn't beat—her father's whereabouts.

The door blasted open. In burst Larry, the long-haired gay Marine candidate. He held a gun. He aimed it at Becky. "Come on."

Carly wasn't sure who he was talking to.

He glanced at Carly. "Hail Hydra."

They slipped out of the room and sprinted down the smoky halls, leaving Becky behind.

"You okay?" he asked as they ran.

"Yeah." Carly looked at Larry with newfound admiration. He must have been her shadow all night, a backup in case things went south. "You really a Marine candidate?"

"Gonna be my cover. Nice pitch you gave me. You're a real asset to the Cause."

The compliment punched her. She was a traitor. Or soon would be, once Becky set her hooks into her. At least it would be on Carly's terms now. She'd have to control the situation. Becky had better watch her back.

Larry led her to car that sped away as soon as she entered.

She'd been exposed. Compromised. Now she had to play both sides, and neither side would trust her again.

Oh, the life of a Hydra agent.

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In the next story, Carly discovers her Secret Power, except it's not what she thinks it is at first. Caught between the demands of Hydra and the need to find her father, Carly plays a deadly game. She's going to have to choose how to use her new power, for good or for evil. But which side does she actually stand on? And how does one become an Evil Villainess when you actually care about people?