[𝟭.𝟮] 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐄 ➣ {𝕛•𝕓•𝕓} ❘ [𝖆𝖔𝖚-𝖊𝖌 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ]

𝟰𝟴┊❛ [𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀] ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ', [𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟤] ꒱ ↷🖇

📍LONDON

"There he is!" a man yelled in Russian, loading his gun, as he charged towards the figure dressing in all black, complimented with a few green streaks at the ends.

The figure combated as it fought several men at once; fighting with great fluency and efficiency.

Avery, a local mafia, was gathering his smuggled items into a duffel bag with a couple of men. 

He froze in his place when he felt a bullet barely miss him and hit the wall behind him. Turning to his front, he saw the masked figure tilt it's head at him to the side with a raised pistol in it's hand.

Taking small steps forward, Avery and the disguised figure circled each other, waiting for the other to make a move.

"Why are you doing this? What do you get from this?" Avery questioned in Russian.

"You are HYDRA," the figure replied in the same language.

"Was,"  Avery corrected, "Not anymore."

The figure spun a dagger between its fingers, "What is a servant without it's master? A helpless stray."

Avery let out an angered growl at this statement and lunged forward. He pulled his fist back to throw a punch, the figure caught it and twisted his hand behind his back. Avery grunted when he was kicked forward onto a table.

"You're hurting people," the person stated.

"The irony," Avery drawled with an unbelievable grin. He swiped his leg under the person's legs, but it was able to avoid it with a quick step back. He caught the side of the mask and tugged at, sending a hard blow to the face in the process.

The mask slipped off to reveal Y/N's face; jaws clenched with a emotionless scowl.

"Ah," Avery let out a sound of recognition, "Strucker's prize pupil. #1"

"I don't go by that name," Y/N stated, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

"I don't have to hold back now," Avery pounded his fists together, summoning orange shields in each of them, and held a stance. 

"Oh, that makes things a lot easier," Y/N waved her hands at her sides in an graceful movement, causing green mists to grow in them.

Y/N blocked every blow from the the sorcerer in front of her quite easily. Making the energy balls grow between her palms, she sent one at him, making him stagger at his place and hit the chair behind him.

Avery stretched his hands and shot out an orange whip at her. It curled around her wrist and tugged her forward. Y/n pressed her foot against his body and did a full body throw. The man yelped when his back hit the edge of the table. He caught either sides of her hand and pinned her to ground; the orange whip wrapping around her.

Grabbing Bucky's dagger from her thigh holster, Y/N drove it sideways into the junction of his neck and shoulder, making him fall to his knees beside her.

Y/N stumbled up to her feet, blowing the strands of hair that fell on her face and walked ahead with her back to her contender.

"Help me,"  he choked out reaching out to her as blood spewed from his lips, making Y/N turn around, " I'll give you anything. What do you want?"

He gasped for breath when Y/N pressed her knee against the his neck, pinning him to the wall behind.

"You can't give me what I want," Y/N replied coldly and raising her gun, emptying the last of bullets into his head.

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