Виолетта / ˈvī(ə)lət
violetta / violet
1. a stunningly beautiful girl. She's a sweet girl, but a feisty one, who makes sure she gets what she wants. She's a crazy being, that's fast, smart, and brave. She isn't afraid of anything.
2. a blueish-purp...
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Stark Tower Manhattan, New York March 2012
"We need that sceptre, get it, no matter what it takes."
Iola is sat on a building opposite the Stark Tower. The Battle of New York is coming to an end, as she watches from afar as Iron Man brings the nuke up through the portal. She taps into the Avengers comms, waiting for the right moment.
"Close it." The Captain's voice sounds hurt. She knows why.
She had been studying the different Avengers since she came out of synchro in 1991. She had encountered the Captain before, back in World War II. The Hulk she had only read about, never actually came into contact with. Everyone knew anything and everything about the arrogant playboy millionaire known as Tony Stark, his ego growing ever since he announced himself as Iron Man in 2010. The two agents, Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton, were a bit harder to get information on as they were top members of S.H.I.E.L.D, but with a few tweaks to their online security systems and she was able to access their private files. Thor was slightly harder to get information on, all she knew was that he was a god that talked like he was in Shakespear's Romeo and Juliet.
They didn't look like a team, or work like one either, she thought. She was only here for one thing, and staring at the pathetic group was doing nothing.
She watched as Iron Man fell through the portal at last minute before evaporating out of existence. He spun through the air, no control and no flight. She grinned.
Her smile fell as she watched as the Hulk snatched him from the air and slid down the side of a building to the ground. This was her chance.
Her uniform was different to her normal one. Back in WW2 when HYDRA was at their peak, it was a full black leather jumpsuit, with the dark red of HYDRA lined on the seams. HYDRA symbol on one shoulder, the Russian Red Star on the other. She had a mask that covered the majority of her face, only her blue eyes to be seen through her wavy blonde hair. Now, it was much simpler, since they had gone underground.
She no longer had the mask, instead was replaced by a scarf she could pull up, and HYDRA knew that S.H.I.E.L.D would not know who she is, she technically doesn't even exist. With daggers in her hidden pockets, her sleek burgundy bulletproof top fitted her body perfectly. It had long sleeves accompanied by gloves, to ensure no fingerprints were left behind. Her hair was no longer a short blonde bob, but a brilliant silver, tied behind her head in a ponytail. Her trousers were basic black leather (bullet proof also), accompanied by soundproof leather boots. Wasn't as heavy as her normal uniform, which allowed her to enter and leave without people outside of the room even knowing.
She launched herself off of the roof and threw herself into one of the many windows of Stark Tower, thankfully near the top. She noticed a figure lying indented into the ground, she recognised him as Loki. She had to be quick, she knew they would be coming back here for him.
She made her way out onto the balcony, throwing a hook that was attached to her belt, up onto the roof. It latched on and reeled her up to the top. Once she reached it, the energy core was pulsing, Romanoff and another lying unconscious on the ground. The blast from closing the portal had been intense, but she was far enough away to not be severely impacted. She moved towards the sceptre and picked it up.
"Sceptre secured."
"Great. Get back to the rendezvous point quickly, and don't be seen."
Iola moves to jump off of the ledge, but an arm yanks her back.
"I'll be taking that."
Natasha kicks Iola's arm that was holding the sceptre, making her drop it. She swings for her face and it connects with her cheek. Iola lets out a grunt, feeling the blood fill her mouth. Iola starts throwing punches and kicks in a frenzy, every hit getting Natasha in the right points. Just when Iola thinks she is down, she turns her back. To which Natasha launches up onto her shoulders and drags her back down, jabbing one of her Widow Bites into Iola's neck, the darkness swallowing Iola indefinitely.
***
S.H.I.E.L.D High Security Van Moments After She was Found on the Roof
Iola was strapped into a high security seat, surrounded by S.H.I.E.L.D's STRIKE team. She recognised them all, all being part of HYDRA. How naïve S.H.I.E.L.D were that they didn't realise that an empire had been growing under their nose.
Rumlow was sat facing her, a small grin on his face. Iola goes to say something, but Rumlow brings a finger to his lips and points at his earpiece. He fiddles about with the small tablet in front of him, disabling the mics within every earpiece in the van momentarily.
"Don't take this personal Iola, it'll be over quicker than it started."
Iola's eyes flashed confusion before Rumlow said words that she never expected to hear.
"Code Black. Violet Warrior compromised."
Rumlow is speaking into his wrist, she assumes he is speaking to HYDRA in a form of internal communication.
"Permission granted." She hears. She recognises the voice but cannot put a face to it.
"No hard feelings; right?" Rumlow whispers in her ear.
"Sbros sistemy."
Everything in Iola's head begins to burn, she screams, before she is knocked out by a swift punch to the head.
