The Mimic - One-Shots

Do you regret it?

Overview: An extended cut of what y/n did to the man in the suit. (For context for the first part, this conversation would've occurred after chapter 175. Not straight away, but you'll understand.)

Word count: 1,811

Warnings: angst, gore, near death, revenge.

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"Do you regret it?" Steve asked, breaking the thick silence.

The pair were sat in the training room together. On the same bench, and pretty close together. They'd both been mourning the loss of Natasha. It was a fresh wound, and the grief was thick. Steve had a comforting arm wrapped around y/n, holding her close as he stared down at the mat just a few steps away from him. It was covered in dust, just like many things in the compound after being practically abandoned for several years.

Y/n lifted her head up as Steve broke the silence, reaching up to wipe the stray tears from her face. The grief had shifted from heavy sobs to just emptiness and remembrance, and she hated it. She was glad he'd spoken up, even if she had no idea what he was talking about.

Y/n shifted away from Steve so that they had a comfortable amount of distance from one another again, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees. "Regret what?" She asked, keeping her eyes trained on her hands. There were still smudges of blood under her nails. That wouldn't have happened if Nat was still here, and she knew it.

Steve cleared his throat slightly as y/n shuffled away, moving into a more comfortable position on the bench. He didn't really know how to approach the question. But everybody had glossed over it earlier, and he was curious. "Well-" He started, eyebrows furrowing as he tried his best to find the right words. "When you came back from your mission to get the space stone, you were covered in blood and soot. You can tell me if I'm wrong, but you didn't look injured in the slightest. So my guess is that you got revenge on someone from your past..." He trailed off, giving y/n a chance to correct him. She didn't. "So, I'll go back to my original question. Do you regret it? Usually people do when it comes to revenge, because it didn't make them feel any better-"

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"And now you get to pay."

Y/n blasted the man in the suit with the greatest amount of energy she could muster, sending him straight into the concrete wall behind him. Hell, if it wasn't for the unreasonable thickness of every wall in the facility, he would've gone straight through it. She had nothing but murderous intent in her eyes. A darkness that could haunt even the most fearless of men.

The man in the suit wheezed as he was blasted into the wall, eyes wide with terror as he tried his hardest to scramble back to his feet. He had to press the alarm button under his desk, he had to get help. He wasn't going to win this fight. Concrete cracked and crumbled behind him as he opened his mouth, deciding to try out his words of endearment with the girl that stood before him.

The man in the suit had always viewed y/n as a daughter. Much more than any other subject in the facility. She was his gold star, his flower, his little girl. Maybe it was because she was the strongest soldier in the facility, or maybe it was actually him wanting to take care of the little girl, nobody knew. He was blinded by his own twisted mentality. Believing that she'd love him like a father after all he'd done to her. Tortured her. Traumatised her so much that she went back in time to kill him.