Respect /rɪˈspɛkt/: admiration felt for someone or something; politeness, honour and care showed for someone or something; or to accept the importance of someone's rights.
I am a weapon.
That's what Hydra had drilled into her mind. She was meant to...
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1968 Marroco
"Come on," Agent Turner muttered. Trying to get the secured door to open.
They were supposed to retrieve a stolen invention, but the lock on the door hadn't been the same as they were informed.
An alarm sounded on the compound, but it wasn't because of him tampering with the lock.
"Seriously?"
"We don't have much time," he said without looking at her.
When they set her on a mission with Daniel —Finn was on vacation— neither of them had been too on board. But a mission was a mission and their personal affairs couldn't interfere with their jobs.
She looked at the reinforced window of the locked room, gunshots weren't going to break it.
"Step back," she told him, he stood up reluctantly.
"What are you—?"
"I can break it." He reviewed the situation. If she broke the window an alarm would let the rest know they were there, but their cover was already blown by someone else on the team. She also needed to make sure to blow down just the window and not the foundations so the building wouldn't collapse on them.
"Very well."
She kept her distance from him while he stepped further away so the glass wouldn't hurt him.
It had been about ten years since she first tried this on a mission; she had torn down a wall, left a big disaster, but she had gotten better ever since. She still didn't use her powers too often but she used them every now and then.
She extended her arms towards the window, far away so she wouldn't get hurt. Feeling the vibrations around her, Echo started playing with them, the hardened glass started imitating the movement.
The window exploded.
Daniel grabbed her and pulled her down. Shards of glass fell on them, not leaving any serious damage
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah. You?"
"Good." Another alarm sounded and footsteps could be heard getting closer. "I'll handle them," he said. Nodding, she left to grab the device as the fading sounds from the explosion were welcomed by her body.
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"So...how's everything going on with, uh...Dorothy?" she asked once they were back at the jet, all of their team intact, some more bruised than others, but all alive nonetheless. He looked at her with an unreadable expression.
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