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November of 2015
My life flashes in front of my eyes. Or atleast the life I could remember. I was running, running as fast as I could to leave this place that I dreaded. The place that has put me through so much just for me to fail.
I have lived my entire life in that base, who am I without it? The only name I remember is the one The Men in Black gave me. SP-4390. I never liked that name.
I ran continually trying not to think about anything other than running. All I saw were my breaths being painted in the air by the cold breeze, the sound of my feet hitting the ground while I look back to make sure no one is following me.
I don't know how long it's been, or where I am but it's getting dark. I will have to find shelter soon.
Each step reminds me of the training the Men in Black have given me, they have taught me how to keep my breath short and hidden, how to never run out of energy, how to make sure after running for who knows how long i could still complete a mission.
I thought of this as a mission. Assigned by the Men in Black.
I just can't get caught, they would kill me. No, no they wouldnt, they would torture me, use the chair as i scream in pain. Pleasure in their eyes as they slowly kill me but not enough for it to actually go through.
Even worse, The Leader would come to see me. I have heard of all the things he has done to traitors.
But what about the Winter Soldier? He got away and is ok now.
No. I can't think about him, ever since he has left I have been repeatedly told not to trust him. To even think about him was a disgrace.
I miss him.
Thoughts about what would happen to me in the future clog my brain.
After finally finding a place to set ground, I see light pollution. It’s dark out but it's there. Which first off fuck light pollution, but in this case this helps me a lot. It’s dark out but it's there.
I have to go there.
I sigh and start to run, slower than before but still ok for now.
I find a car that says “Orange juice, 100% pure.” And while my English is a bit dodgy in some areas, I could still make out what that means. It's headed to the city.
I run faster, my feet catching up to the truck, and when I am in arms reach I jump and reach out. I grab at the side of the truck and lift my feet up under me so that they could lay on the bottom of the truck.
Here I come City.
January of 2016
It's been 3 months in this city and yet it feels like so much more time has passed. I've been doing much more here than in the Hydra base, which is not a good thing or a bad thing.
I am chasing a robber right now that is too far to see but close enough to hear with my advanced senses, knowing I could get close to him in a matter of seconds I speed up.
I am after all trained better than both the Winter Soldier and Black Widow.
Also the fact that the suit I made helps all my abilities reach their limits. Don't ask how I made my suit, it's a wonder to me how it works.
Reaching out to the robber and grabbing him by the back of his shirt, he chokes and falls backwards, letting his hand go loose and dropping the nice pink bag to scratch at my hands to release him.
Once the pink bag was in my hands I let go of the man and went back to the older lady that was yelling at me. One thing about being a vigilante is that when gaining trust with the community you have to aim for the elders.
“Oh! Thank you!” The Elder thanked me, her hand out reaching for her bag that I was more than willing to give.
“What's your name sir?” She asks, a quirk about my secret identity is that I can't speak. My russian accent is still very prominent and showing any piece of me that could be used as information was a no go.
So instead I sign to her, “I'm sorry I can't tell you my name. Secret identity and all.” I smiled politely hoping I wasn't making a fool of myself.
I learned sign in the Red room for the 2 years I was there, they were the worst experiences in my life.
I didn't have to learn sign language because someone there was deaf, no if they were they would have been eliminated, I learned for missions, so that if someone was talking in sign i could understand.
Unluckily though, the lady didn't know sign language. “Oh Ok I get it, your identity is sealed.” She punctuates her sentence with her pointer finger on her lips making a shushing sound.
I smile even though she can't see it under my mask, I think she gets the point. I wave goodbye and swing off in the distance.
While swinging to the alleyway I have been staying in recently I felt eyes on me.
Always eyes on me, looking, making sure I wouldn't disobey.
I look around in peripheral vision, checking to see any figures lurking in the shadows. I drop down to the ground and start walking, still feeling eyes on me so not yet relaxing.
I make sure to act normal, being suspicious would cause more problems for me that I don't want to solve.
I dont walk to my home sweet home (An Alleyway) but instead I turn many corners, trying to make this person get off my trail. They didn't leave, clearly they are advanced in this skill.
I make sure to pay extra attention to my sixth sense, not wanting to miss anything obvious.
I purposely end up in a dead end, which might sound like I'm setting myself up but I have no doubt I could take his person in a fight.
After the countless hours of memorising this place for escape routes it would be impossible to forget a dead end.
Without turning around, my face still facing towards the wall, I started to speak up to the person following me. “Very rude of you to spy on me.” I turn around and see the person standing towards me, a hand on their hip ready to take out any weapons necessary.
Ah, The Black widow.
“Who are you?” She asks, I realise my mistake too late. She knows I'm Russian. Oh well guess I'll just have to play this off.
“Has anybody ever thought you manners?” I ask, avoiding the question. I know it might be a bit dangerous to tell these kinds of jokes to The black Widow, but I've been training to be better than her since I was 5. Not entirely my fault.
She narrows her eyes at me and I realise I've made a small mistake. Guess I'll have to find a med kit somewhere.
I smile at her innocently and shoot out my webs against the walls, pulling myself toward her and kicking out my legs. I landed a strong kick with momentum in her chest.
For a second she is bent down, heaving a bit but gets up almost immediately. She whips out her knives like a poser and starts stalking towards me.
“Has anybody told you 're a poser?” I walk to the side, getting myself time to think about my plan of attack in this situation.
She comes at me and flings her knife at me, luckily the tingle at the back of my neck warns me to move. The knife lands on the wall beside my head, I turn back around at her to make a snarky comment.
“You could have killed me!” I say a bit dramatically as I roll my eyes. Death does not scare me, and she knows that.
I waste no time and I immediately initiate hand to hand combat. That is my strong suit after all, even if I was forced to have all of the fighting techniques mastered I preferred to fight like this. Shooting from afar is just so boring.
I hit multiple punches to the face until one gets caught by her hand. Fuck. For a split second we stare at each other, then I twist my hand, getting it to be released. And while black widow goes for her knife in her strap, A knee her in the stomach, using almost all the force I had.
She crumpled onto the floor. I would feel bad if she wasn't just trying to kill me, but oh well. I picked up the knife that was stuck in the wall from the first attempt at stabbing me, which was a mistake.
Without warning I felt a cold metal tip being inserted into my gut. I felt how it squeezed through my skin and almost hit my liver. I hissed in pain, the knife I was trying to grab drops to the ground.
“I guess nobody taught me manners.” Black widow whispers into my ear and picks up the knife from the ground.
“That was a good fight, as a present you can have my knife.” and before I could make a witty remark about the very nice gift she gave me she was gone.
“ох блин” I mutter, my mother tongue coming out. The only thing worrying me was where to get the medical supplies to heal this stupid wound.
I shouldn't even have gotten this stab, Hydra would be disappointed.
I go to my alleyway and settle down onto the blanket I have set up for myself. I couldn't think straight, was this knife poisoned? I lay down, it’ll be fine if I just rest for a bit right?
I blink slowly, the darkness taking over me. But right before I fall into the deep darkness I see the shadow of a man.