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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S.H.I.E.L.D Quinjet Indian Ocean April 2014
Iola was sat quietly on the hardened seat connected to the walls of the Quinjet. Steve was giving the STRIKE team and Natasha the overview of the mission. He had asked her to join but she only replied with a glare.
She preferred working on her own, working with a team she felt only slowed her down. The only reason she was here was because Nick asked her. More like begged in his own special way.
She could feel the rattle of the Quinjet cutting through the undisturbed sea air, but also felt the slow in speed as they approached closer to their destination. She decided to finally tune in to what Steve was saying.
"Alright, I'm going to sweep the deck and find Batroc, Nat and Iola kill the engines and wait for instructions. Rumlow you sweep the aft, find the hostages, get them into life pods and get them out."
Everyone moved away from the gathering as Steve made his way to the back of the jet. Iola heaved herself off of her seat and joined him.
"Did you pay attention?"
Iola chuckled and shook her head.
"Nope."
Steve rolled his eyes but couldn't help but let a little smile creep onto his face. He opened his mouth to tell her of her position, but she cut him off.
"I know what I'm doing Cap. I didn't tune out for the whole thing, just the important parts."
The quinjet's back entrance started to lower and the blonde turned to the red, white and blue dressed soldier.
"See you down there."
She saluted and walked backwards before launching herself off of the carrier. Steve called out to her, already jeopardising their plan of entering without being seen.
She's so reckless, she's going to get herself killed, he thought.
Natasha walked up behind him.
"She knows what she's doing Steve."
She laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"How can I lead a team, when one person doesn't want to be led."
Without another word, he ran and launched himself off of the carrier as well.
***
Iola never used a parachute, she realised early into her training that she could stand substantial injuries, so a slap into the ice-cold ocean from such a height was nothing. She climbed up the back ladder of the Lemurian Star, pressing a button on her inner palm which activated a quick drying system in her suit. She wrung her hair out of her ponytail, sadly the suit doesn't dry her hair as well. I should speak to Tony about that.
