Double Agent - An Avengers x Reader Story (slow updates)

Prologue

The streets of this part of Russia were cold and gray. It was the place where criminals were friends and people who tried to lower the crime rate were gone in a matter of days. That's the way it was around here - every person for themselves. 

You never wanted to live in a place with musty buildings and smelly streets and scruffy people. You had a home once. It was a nice one, too. You had two wonderful, kind parents and three younger siblings. 

When Russia had enlisted everyone to serve in the army, they meant everyone. One by one, you received the letters saying that they were gone forever. You were the last of your line. Sometimes you wished you had known if they had died as heroes, as if that would somehow make the news any easier to bear. 

You used to have a beautiful smile and eyes that sparkled when you laughed. Now, as you looked into the glassy pond with the broken fountain, all you could see was the empty eyes on the face of a girl that was alone. 

Everyone in the city was like that. You were sure they had all been enlisted once. You could tell by their faces. The city and buildings themselves had been through a lot. Some of the wooden benches had streaks of old blood and many buildings had small bullet holes in their sides. 

The war had been a bloody one, no doubt. The soldiers had been trained vigorously. This included you.

You slipped the hood of your jacket back over your head, trying not to draw any attention to yourself. You shoved your hands into your pocket and briskly walked through town, looking for a job or a way to make your life better than it was now. Finding work was hard. No one had the money to buy anything, meaning there were no jobs available. Besides, who would want to hire someone as young as you? 

Really, you didn't understand why people despised you so much. Was it because you were sent to spy on the enemy lines and didn't back any useful information because you were forced to retreat? Was it because you were one of the only children to survive after the war? 

Now looking back on it, it would have been better to die a martyr than to survive. 

You eyed one of the food stands that held stale bread. Your stomach growled, begging your hands to grab a loaf. But as your hands rummaged through your pockets, you couldn't find any money to pay for it. 

You looked both ways and let your hair fall in front of your eyes. Glancing back and forth, you realized there was no one watching the stand. You quickly grabbed a loaf and shoved it underneath your jacket. 

Just as you did that, someone had made eye contact with you. You looked away and quickly walked away from the stand. 

"Hey..." you heard him say. You started to run. "Hey! Thief!"

"Why am I the only one who gets caught?" you muttered under your breath. You've seen people steal multiple times, but you never said anything. You knew how hard it was around here. 

Your hood fell from your head, exposing your identity. As more people started to realize it was you, the mere child who survived, they followed.

"Stop her!"

Your legs kept pounding against the ground, but you could only make it so far. As you made a turn into an alley, a large body popped out of nowhere and shoved you to the ground. His rough hands wrapped around your neck.

"Why me?" you croaked. 

"You don't deserve that bread without paying for it," he growled, grabbing the smuggled bread out of your hands and taking it for himself. "Just because you lost people doesn't make you above us."

You almost scoffed. What did that have to do with anything? You were starving -- that's why you stole the bread.

"I think it goes the other way around as well."

He pressed down harder. "We've seen things that a girl like you would never be able to stomach."

"Excuse me? I was in the war, too," you choked. 

Before he could say anything back, two gunshots rang out. The people in the alley with the man scattered. His hands loosened as he fell, two red circles visible on the back of his head. 

You coughed and heaved air back into your lungs. You put your hands up, begging the wielder of the gun to not shoot. Instead, you heard the safety click back on and the gun go back into the holster. 

"Thank you," you whispered, quite confused. 

"Let me help you up," the man said, offering his hand. 

You cautiously accepted his offer. You couldn't put a name to his face, but his attire was surprising. People who lived in the city wore old military uniforms or athletic wear they found in the homes left behind. The man was wearing a nice business suit instead.

"My name is Alexander Pierce," he said, reading your mind. "I think I might be able to help you."

You were still in shock of the entire situation, and not much had happened. 

"But I'm only a..." you countered, making sure he had his facts straight.

He nodded, gesturing you to follow him. "I'm aware of that. The people here are wrong about you. With a lot of training and discipline, I think you could change the world for the better and be a hero, but the choice is yours entirely."

"Yes. I'll do whatever it takes," you said with no hesitation. 

Whatever it took to get out of there. Even the red skull with six octopus legs didn't send any hesitation as you climbed into the van with Pierce. 

And if he was a kidnapper, well, your life couldn't get worse. 

Right?

RELEASE DATE: MAY 15TH, 2021

Add to your libraries! I am very excited for this new story and I hope you love it :)