𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐵𝑅𝐴𝑇- 𝑅𝑒𝑣𝑦 𝑥 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝐹𝑒𝑚 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Chapter 1: The Run-Down

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It was another day on the base as y/n and her best friend Mora was eating together in the mess hall talking about your previous missions. Mora is a good friend to y/n. She was the only person who talked to her when she first arrived 12 years ago.
While Mora was stuffing her face with mashed potatoes and roast beef, y/n slumped down in her seat in exhaustion. "Ugh that mission took it out of me. I don't think I can do this soldier shit for much longer". She started messaging her tired muscles. "Well at least you got an easy job. I almost got beheaded by this Ukrainian bitch that works at the Boston Charm company for killing one of her drug smugglers." Mora took a large gulp of water and continued eating. " Ugh, how can you eat at a time like this? We still have to report to the old hag in an hour and she won't be happy that my squad got wiped out in Germany." Y/n through her head back and groaned.
  -An Hour Later-
Y/n stood at Balalaika's door ready to knock. Before she could, the blonde woman spoke. "Enter rotten medovick."
*( medovick- basically a russian honey cake dessert)
"Wassup old hag. Here's your report". Y/n through the file on the officer's desk. "Well I'll be on my way now. Gotta catch up on some rest. Later old lady."
"And where do you think your going  little trouble maker ?" the woman's words stopped y/n in her tracks as she turned around slowly.
"Y-yes ma'am?" y/n says as she breaks into a cold sweat.
"Ever since you got here you have shown great skill and for that I am proud. But you still lack experience in teamwork. Which is why I'm assigning you to a new squad." Mrs. Balalaika states as she sips a cup of ginger tea. All y/n could do was groan.
"Uggggh but everyone is so weak! I hate having to do everything myself. If I am getting a new squad, can they at least keep up with-"

Y/n's sentence was stopped by a loud slam on the huge desk.
Balalaika knew that y/n got this way but today she was not in the mood.
"Y/n m/n Falcon! I am not here to play games with you! I have been raising you since you were an infant and you will Not talk back to your legal guardian in such a manner! Now you are going to be on a new squad and you will be meeting with them tomorrow afternoon on the docks and that's final!"
"Yes ma'am!" Y/n sprinted out of the office.
Balalaika slumped back in her chair and reapplied her blush pink lipstick. "What am I gonna do with this child?" She thought as a endearing smile brushed across her face.'

Soon, night fell and y/n and Mora were on their way back to their apartment from the bar. As the girls made their way, they talked about any and everything. "Well the old hag is putting me on yet another new squad" y/n scratched the back of her head. " Well, look on the bright side; your new teammates aren't six feet under yet." Mora is always so optimistic.
"Yeah yeah. But im not makin old face any promises about playin nice if they get in my way." y/n said as she played with the 4b curls in her large, slicked, afro puff.

Once the girls made it to the apartment, they showered up, put their in a bonnet, and went to bed.

The next day came a busy day. So y/n decided to get up a little earlier than usual and make breakfast. Once she finished, she threw on some clothes and headed to headquarters to do some paperwork.

This is y/n's outfit(you can change it if you want) *imagine it w/o the purse

Y/n's Hairstyle

Once she finished her paperwork, she headed to her aunt's office to check in with her. " Hey Aunt B, I'm just here to drop off some paperwork, and I'll be on my way to meet my new teammates." She stuck her hands in her pockets and headed towards the door. "Y/n, please be careful. Even though this team is well skilled within Hotel Moscow, they have made themselves quiet the celebrities with other groups wanting their heads on a stick. Go on." The blonde-haired woman spoke before her cocky-headed niece made her way out. "Right. Thanks auntie." Y/n closed the door behind her.