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ten

"𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.
𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥,
𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯,
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱?"

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It was her day off. Y/n was propped on the side of the couch in the common room absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. She was snuggled into her hoodie, feet tucked at her side.

Y/n had a long past couple of days meeting with Helen Cho for the first time in person. She was great but very energetic.

The mechanical whines of the building were quiet. Almost too quiet. Y/n set her phone down and scanned the room for threats. Maybe she was paranoid. But she couldn't afford not to be. The silence of the room was soon broken proving her theory right when men in tactical gear burst through the windows of their living room.

Y/n took cover behind the couch. One of the men muttered something into his ear, not knowing she was there, and clicked on his glasses. The lights went out and the room went completely dark. The only source of light was the soft glow of the moon leaking in through the now shattered windows.

"Matt this is Y/n, you guys will be training together."  Stick the old man says. The man has a head full of grey and wears a green jacket.

Y/n takes the chance to look Matt over. He looks fairly young no older than 11. Like Stick, He wore glasses and had brown hair covering his eyebrows. They exchanged pleasantries, it was an instant connection.

Matt turns to the older man "Are we training to be heroes?"

"No." The man snaps harshly, both children flinch "There's no such thing as heroes. You are training to be soldiers and nothing more."

Stick walks over to the light in the abandoned warehouse. Before Y/n could stop him Matt speaks out again "You should keep the light on it isn't fair to Y/n I've been training for longer than her."

"Nothing is fair in war." He says. Y/n is used to the world not treating her equally so she knows it wasn't any use to ask. it would just delay the inevitable. So she lowers down into her fighting stance.

Stick switches off the light "Fight."

Y/n shakes her head to get rid of the thoughts. She curses herself for not bringing her knife with her. Slowly she puts her hand onto the coffee table and feels around for her charger. Once she feels the plastic cord she grabs it firmly in her hand.

Quietly she rises from the ground and sneaks toward the agent closes to her. She raps the cord around his neck and puts a hand over his mouth carefully trying not to alert the other of her presence.

The man started to thrash around at the lost airway, but Y/n only tightened the charger around his neck. Soon the man fell limp in her arms and she carefully led his body to the floor. She searched his body for weapons or anything that could be of use.

She found a few knives and a gun but decide only to use the knives because she didn't want to cause any unnecessary attention to her just yet.

She clutched the knife securely in the palm of her right hand and tucked the extra in the waistband of her pants. She lowered her body into a crouching position. there wasn't much lighting in the room but it was all she needed for her to keep her at a small advantage.