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Working for Valentia De Fontaine had its ups and its downs. Since the fall of SHIELD, the CIA was trying really hard to take its place. And once the Avengers slowly started retreating, the CIA and the junior SHIELD agents were really only left.
You COULD get a fancy job at Stark Industries, and work your way up with the typical nepotism but a small ache in you wanted to continue helping people. Despite being the child of Tony MF Stark, life hadn’t always been easy.
Once Obediah found out you were Tony’s kid he immediately had you kidnapped by the Ten Rings to help Tony build shit; helping Tony escape by causing a small rockfall on most of the guards, distracting them.
He later got full custody. With your history with Alcohol and your previous foster homes being toxic and abusive, finding out your dad was drunk most nights didn’t really help you get comfortable.
You quickly found out though, Tony wasn’t the angry type when he was drunk, just silly and (if possible) more sarcastic.
That all led up to you becoming and Avenger at 13, in 2012, and your career as a hero kept skyrocketing.
You had edit, after tweet, after pin about your alter ego, you really craved the online attention, despite being a but drawn in during social settings thanks to years of physical and emotional bullying.
After your dad finally ended the ‘infinity war’, most of the avengers decided to retire, or quit their hero-ing, leaving you behind. Sure you loved your dad, and your step-mom and your younger sister, but you never felt like you could fit it.
After agreeing to help Sam and Bucky find and stop the ‘Flag Smashers’, you quickly made friends with Zemo, after breaking him out of prison, and bonded even more with Bucky.
John, though, he was a piece of work.
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‘Just because you carry that shield doesn’t mean you Captain America” Bucky’s snide remark comes from outside of the jeep lookin’ thing
“Look, I’ve done the work, okay–”
“You ever jump on top of a grenade”
“Yes, actually, I have–”
You cut in “Do you have a problem with shutting the fuck up? If so, come down and see me, where you can get a free ass whooping, and I'm talking free! Free .99! And 5 percent discount meaning all five of my fingers balled up into your fucking teeth–”
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You’d been assigned assassinations, theft, cyber-hacking, engineering illegal technology and weapons, and assault by Valentina since you first started working for her in 2023, with no questions asked. You're working for a government official association, it's not like they're corrupt or anything.
Since Steve left, Bucky was pretty depressed, given he was deathly in love with the guy, so you were always there to make sure he ate, took care of himself, and didn’t do anything to harm himself.
Though he never said it, he was very grateful he had you as such a good friend.
Now, he’s here asking you for another favor, and this time it’s not so small.
“You want me to spy on my boss that I’ve been working for the past 3 years?”
“Well, when you put it that way.--”
“There’s no way to put it, Bucks, this is a powerful government official. I don't know if I can go behind her back like this.”
“She’s not a good person, and she’s asking you and Yelena to do her dirty work, who knows who else” You sigh, “Listen, I’ll help…But!..Only if she does something sketchy or immoral in the next month, okay? If we’re wrong, I don’t want to lose my job over this.”
“Deal”
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“I need you to go to the area where I’m working on the Sentry project, OXE. It’s been infiltrated and I need to make sure the serum and the research isn't leaked or put in the wrong hands. Any one without clearance is to be killed on site. You know the drill.
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You knew you shouldn't be doing this; You made an agreement with Bucky, but this was too good and important of a mission to risk losing.
Ever since you were a kid you had a strong need to prove yourself and maybe you could prove to Bucky you can make it on your own without needing to take care of someone. You enjoyed helping Bucky, due to both being in Hydra, and tortured but had a general dislike of people. Your own experience of ‘people’ was getting beat up and shoved behind dumpsters, or being tried to assassinate.
Packing up your suit and adding the usual weapons along with your metal laced gloves, and main tools, you did in fact feel bad. But feeling never came easy to you, so why should it now? People were just placeholders, they come and they go, you shouldn’t start regretting your career path now?
Or should you–
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Sneaking into the base was easy enough, ignoring the crippling anxiety, the hard part was locating your way around the building.
After disabling (most likely killing) most of the guards and agents on the way to the center of the building, you took a second to remember the exact blueprint of the floor. Your ‘Autism Superpower” was Hyperthymesia. Which is literally the worst description ever because it was more of a curse. It basically means the person who has it remembers every single detail of their life.
Being shoved under ice cold water until your organs shut down,
Electrified until all disobedience was forced out of you,
Having a shiny, clean, and sharp blade dragged across your chest, being pushed, farther, and farther into the skin by The Winter Soldi–
Detecting a small movement behind you, you whipped around and caught a punch by a definite enemy.
Attempting to attack their ribcage, which was unprotected from the punch, the mission disappeared and suddenly you were in a chokehold.
Shit.
They’re enhanced.
You teleported in a whip of blue electricity and slammed the mission into the wall, confusing them for a split second before launching a second attack.
Despite having similar powers, you made sure to keep this attacker second guessing, using your telekinesis to break off an old pipe from the ceiling of the stock room, and use it for defense.
The mission threw a left-hook and broke your nose, throwing your powers off, and you (embarrassingly) fell through a wall, and landed on something, you thought was a crate or something.
‘--ah shit, what the hell?--”
The motherfucking ‘crate’ was John Walker.
“What are you doing here–”
“I was sent here, what do you think..dumbass?--”
John ducked out of the way as your previous mission phased through the wall and attacked him.
“Do you have clearance?”
“What?--” John yelled while failing miserably to stop the enhanced attacker.
“No! I don’t, I was sent by Val-” You couldn’t hear what he said, as your vision went blurry and your ears started ringing, as a thick throbbing pain shot through your head. Whipping around, you were kicked in the stomach and thrown back against a black container. Once your vision was slightly back all you could see was someone in a black sw suit walking towards you.
“Shit- Yelena?”
“What are you doing here?” The russian accent thick in the air .“I was sent here-” You tried to answer, but was hit by the og attacker. Valentina’s voice rang through your head “Any one without clearance is to be killed on site. You know the drill.” Grabbing you gun from your left thigh strap, you loaded it, and was ready to pull, before John’s big ass figure body slammed you and place a knife to your throat.
‘Damnit-Walker”
“I’m sent to kill you, don’t you ‘Walker” me” He hissed
“You’know your really rocking the pixie cut, What, Val recommend it-”
He pressed the knife harder and out of the corner of your vision you could see Lena and the mission sparring, picking up a conversation through the background noise.
The masked one seemed to be winning. You flicked your widow bites towards yelena and she gratefully took them and defended herself (not that she really needed it to begin with though),
distracting John enough to falter the blade. You kicked him off just for him to be put in a chokehold by another masked persona.
You somehow started again with Yelena though you could tell you were both going easy on each other when a gun shot ran through the room. Glancing back for a split second, you could see the two masked missions, though one of them was down, now.
The fight continued for a bit longer until all were distracted by a sound coming from one side of the room, seeing a man around his late 20s-early 30s coming out from behind a black shipping container.
“Hi…!”
“Who are you” Yelena’s voice sounded first
“Uhm… Bob.”
“Bob?” John asked
“Yes, just uh Bob…mhm..Bob.”
“Stop saying Bob” John continued
Yelena interrupted him “Who sent you?”
“Nobody. Why would they send me? Were you all sent?”
“I’m not sure whats going on here but your all exhausting and my job is done”
The brunette states, before being cut off by Yelena and he .38.
“No we’re not done, my mission is to keep an eye on you, so no you're not going anywhere.
“Actually, I think I can leave-”
“Oh, shut up, Stark- Keeping an eye, huh? That’s a good cover up for stealing assets from OXE”
“I’m not stealing. She’s stealing” Yelena seemed to have something dawn on her while still pointing her gun at the brunette. She sighs and holds her hands up.
“Okay. It’s clear we have all worked for Valentina in some sort shadow ops capacity”
John replies”Yeah, so.”
“All of this stuff is OXE’s secrets, but so are we.”
The brunette joins in “Which makes us liabilities no one would miss.”
“--well speak for yourself–” john interjects
Yelena ignores him “So we are the evidence and this is the shredder. She wants us gone.”
“Your theory is flawed” John started and the brunette called Ava, scoffed.
“Go on” Yelena replied
“Well, let's look at the facts. The infamous Ghost. A SHIELD reject on the run across 15 nations. An ex-HYDRA assassin, terrorist and hacker, trained alongside the Winter Soldier himself and the dead girl over there, she destroyed half of Budapest.”
“Dont talk about that, Walker”
“And you, a former Red Room assassin. Only God knows the blood on your hands.”
With that comment, Bob looks around panicked and backs up slightly.
You snort, “Pretty rich coming from a dime store Captain America”
John glares at you “I want you to know I was actually the official Captain America, so–”.
“Yeah for like 2 seconds” Yelena cuts him off
“Before you publicly murdered an innocent man in the streets. Do I have that right?” Ava deadpans.
“Really? Define innocent”
“Wow. No.-” “Oh my god.”
“And goodbye” Ava struts away and attempts to phase through the wall before being sent back, groaning and holding her head.
The lights cut out and the top lining of the ceiling turns red.
“It’s an incinerator.” Ava marveled
“Oh boy, that is no way to go.” Bob said while shaking his head
“So what I’m hearing is that we’re screwed.” Of course this stupid mission was a fallout, you should’ve listened to Bucky.
“You don’t know that for sure, it could be anything” John’s annoying ass voice picked up again, and Ava turned around, exasperated. “It could be for when they pick me up”
“Do you feel that?” you asked John
John glanced at you.
“The temperature rising drastically, as if heat was involved?”
“.....Okay it’s an incinerator”
Yelena stepped forward “Hey. Ghost lady.”
“Ava.”
“Sure. Whatever. Don’t care. We need to get you through the walls so that you can open the door.”
“Why can’t she just teleport?” Bob interjected, gesturing to you.
Everyone looked at him.
“I’ve well…I’ve heard of her..-”
“I mean who hasn’t” John snorted
“I need to know where I’m going to be able to jump there-”
“Jump?”
Yes ‘Jump’, John! We’re talking about teleportation on the quantum level. It’s physics I'm sure you don't understand. But to go with Yelena’s plan, if this place was built just for Ava, then there’s gotta be an independent power source.”
“Come on, lets go”
After a bit, Ava yelled she found it and Yelena rushed over, and was present while Ava took a crow bar and slammed it open.
Yelena’s quick voice stammered “I think I can override this”
John took his shield and slammed it into the generator at least 3 times.
“Or that works”
Ava phased through the wall and opened the door, and the 4 of you ran through before being blasted across the room by the explosion.