The Valentin Series, Book 2: Angel of Vengeance ( Winter Soldier Fanfiction)

Chapter 7: The Past and Tanahun

“We deployed him in Tanahun 7 days ago, as far as we know, he completed his mission, but he missed the extraction.” Rumlow explained to the brown-haired woman in front of him. They were in HYDRA headquarters again, and Angel was slumped in her chair in front of the screen where they were flashing the “details” of her next assignment. She was dressed in all black again, leather jacket, jeans, heeled boots, her brown wavy hair cascading down her shoulders and the back of the chair.

“Give me the location of the extraction point, latest sightings, if there are any,” Angel huffed impatiently, sitting up, she wanted this done and she wanted it done quickly, “I need to know if he has been seen in a three kilometer radius of the kill site, also, give me the weather report of the past two days on that area.”

“So you’re giving the orders, now?” Rumlow laughed condescendingly.

She stood up and had the man by his throat so quickly; none of the other guards even had a chance to lift their guns. “I want this to be done.” She hissed in Rumlow’s face, knowing full well her temper was getting the best of her. Her eyes turned pitch black, the whites completely disappearing. The Valkyrie reappeared, and Angel knew this freaked everyone out. She saw Rumlow try to look away from her, but when a Valentin was in a rage, there really was no stopping them.

“You will give me what I asked for, and you’ll do it nicely, or so help me I will hunt you and your men down and stuff your own entrails down your throats, understood?” she whispered menacingly, clenching the fist around the Rumlow’s windpipe to make sure the message was clear.

“You were told not to rile her up, Rumlow,” Pierce’s voice came from the doorway, and Angel fixed her death glare on him. He lifted his hands in surrender, smiling amusedly at her, the gray suit he wore almost blending into the walls.

Angel let Rumlow go, and she heard him thump to the floor. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, reigning in her anger, she hadn’t been this angry since her brother died. When she reopened them, every gun was trained on her and Pierce was smiling like a boy who had discovered he had a new toy.

“At ease, men,” Pierce commanded as Rumlow stood, massaging his throat, “Give the woman what she wants, Agent Rumlow, and do it quickly,” he then turned to Angel and said, “You will be deployed in 24 hours, understood?”

“Sir, yes, sir,” Angel mumbled, “May I go now?”

“By all means,” Pierce chuckled, and Angel pushed past him and the guards.

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Angel walked through the streets of Tanahun in a storm gray thermal, black denim jeans and flat gray boots, her face and hair wrapped in a dark purple shawl.  She climbed up a hill, and looked around, there was no one in sight, so she took off the shawl that covered her face, and took a deep breath. She had half a mind to rip off her thermal and start flying, but this was supposed to be done quietly. She heard a rustle in the woods to her left, and she squinted, it could very well be the Winter Soldier, or a tiger, or a goat. Whatever it was, Angel needed to find out, there was no scent left in the city, not even a trace at the kill site. The Soldier was good at covering his tracks.

So she slowly crept to the edge of the forest, tying the scarf around her head like a head band. When she reached the nearest tree, everything went quiet. She stood up to her full height, and took another deep breath. There were no familiar scents, but there was the smell of gunpowder and sweat, she turned to run.

Suddenly, a net ensnared her entire body. “Shit!” she cried out, tripping over the net. If only she could take her thermal off and get her wings out. But she knew with a net like this it was futile. The more she struggled, the more tangled she would be, and she had captured people in this net before, they usually ended up breaking a part of their body. Right now, Angel couldn’t afford that.

“Grab her, hurry,” a familiar voice said, and Angel craned her neck to see if her ears were right. Just then three pairs of hands lifted her from the ground and carried her into the forest.

“Valkyrie, I swear, if you move a muscle, I will shoot you,” the deep, gruff voice threatened as they passed the first few trees.

“It’s nice to see you, too, Aaron,” Angel said calmly, this was going to be messy.

The three men who were carrying her moved silently through the forest, Aaron trailing behind them, his rifle at the ready. After a few minutes, but it seemed like hours to Angel, they reached a rather large encampment in the forest. There were about twelve tents around a sputtering fire, and here and there were fatigue-clad men and women moving towards the new arrivals.

The three men put Angel down gently, and bound her hands before they removed the net. She sat up and sighed, snatching the scarf off of her head and letting her hair fall freely around her shoulders. She saw the three men, their guns trained on her, while everyone else watched, but she looked into the eyes of only one of them.

“Nice to see that you’re alive and well, Aaron,” she smiled at their leader. He was a tall man with broad shoulders and a tapered waist. Angel remembered what she used to do to that body when they were both sixteen and hiding from her brother and, for the first time in a long time, she blushed. She watched as Aaron’s face cracked into a handsome smile.

“Stand down,” he told his men, “bring her to my tent.” He commanded. Then he walked to the tent at the center of the clearing, it looked slightly larger than the others, but was the same shade of military green. Angel followed obediently, two guards flanking her and one following behind.

As soon as she entered the tent, Aaron waved his hand and dismissed the guards. He was still so handsome. Strong, square jaw, dark brown ruffled hair, amazingly beautiful bone structure with his perfect eyebrows and high cheekbones, and perfect pouty lips, he was a walking heartbreak waiting to happen. His blue, deep set eyes took Angel in.

“You look a lot better than you did in Russia, sweetheart,” Aaron grinned again, and it still sent shivers up Angel’s spine.

Angel laughed and raised her hands, silently asking him to untie her.

His grin just got wider and his eyes sparkled in mischief. She knew that look, and she was scared. This was wrong. This was so, so wrong. He sauntered to where she stiffly stood, “I always did like you tied up, Valkyrie,” he whispered huskily in her ear.

Angel groaned, “Aaron,” she breathed, her eyes closed, “don’t.”

“Look at me, love,” he whispered softly, and she felt one of his hands caress her cheek, “come on, Camilla, I missed you.” and he kissed her cheek lightly.

Angel opened her eyes, and was taken aback by how close they were, his blue eyes bore into her brown ones.

He smiled knowingly, “Oh, Cami, not again,” he chuckled.

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ok, yes, so, there's  another player now. just kidding. i just watched Kingsman, so Aaron, in my head, sort of looks like Taron Egerton, damn that boy is fine. anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter, another update will be up soon! please leave a commennt, i really  want to know what you think of this. :)

love love

~A2V~