The Avengers Assasins

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Y/N'S POV

I sat in the diner drinking my coffee with my hat down and a mug in my hand.

"Can I get you anything else?" The waitress asked and I shook my head

"No, keep the change as a tip " I said as I stood up and threw a 10 on the table

"T-Thank you! Come again." She said as I walked away

I walked into the city cars honking, people on bikes riding. Crowds forming. I walked onto the side walk and started making my way to my Bike

I bumped into a few people but i didn't care, it's not like they can knock me down. I got to much upper body strength for that.

I took a left around the corner and saw a familiar man leaning against my bike with a another woman dressed as a sheild agent I rolled my eyes and walked over to him

"Nickity Nick, what a pleasant surprise" I said walking over to him

"Y/N" He said and I looked to the lady next to him

"Well hello there beautiful, And what might your name be?" I asked and winked making her roll her eyes

"Agent Maria Hill" She said and crossed her arms

"Well, as much as it is to meet you Miss Hill and to see you again Nick, what do you want?" I said grabbing my helmet off the bike

"I want to start a team, The Avengers Assasins" He said putting his hands on his hips

"How grand, and what does that have to do with me?" I asked getting on motorcycle

"I want you to lead the team" He said and I scoffed

"Me? Look Nick your the closest thing I have ever had to a father. But of all these years we have known each other you need to learn 1 thing" I said as I put my helmet on and started my engin

"And what's that?" He asked and I looked over to him

"I'm no Hero" I said as I roared my engine and took off

I took off out of the parking lot, leaving Nick and the Hot Agent. I'm no hero. I'm a killer it's what I was raised to be

It's all I ever will be, I'm not looking to redeem myself. It won't fix what I have done so why try?

No amount of good deeds will make up for the lives that I have taken, for the Kids I have left Fatherless, Motherless

For the women I have made widows. For the men I have made widowers. So why try?

I pulled into My apartment complex and parked my bike, and made my way up to my Apartment.

I unlocked the door and walked into my living room, it was a simple apartment. A bathroom, kitchen, washer/dryer, 2 bedrooms. And a living room with a 40 inch screen TV

I'm not poor or anything I'm actually pretty Rich, being an assassin makes good money. My Total in my bank is
700 Billion

I know, I know. But being an Assassin paid really well, but it feels wrong to use the money I got from killing. I may not be able to make up for what I've done

But I sure as hell won't disrespect The people I have killed by using the money I got from their death for my own personal gain.

I ain't that low

I saw my pillows had been moved and my TV was on and the blanket I had on the armrest of the couch had been moved.

I rolled my eyes as I shut the door to my apartment