I rolled over to the patter of rain rolling down the window. The perfect way to start the day. That's satire, obviously. I hated the rain. All of the aspects of it.
The dullness.
The fact that it's colourless.
I don't know why people find the rain soothing. It just reminds me of all the tears spent on the confined years of my life.
The years I'll never get back.
Rain is almost like a lighter sensation of blood. It's messy. Figuratively and literally. Whenever there has been rain, It's indicated the flaws of which will come for that day.
The danger.
I lifted myself up off of the silk, charcoal-coloured material of my bedsheets. Stretching in just my white tank top and grey sweats.
I made my way towards the bathroom. Resting my hands on the sink when I got there and lowered my head. Another migraine.
I let out a long sigh of miserableness before lifting my head back up to look at myself in the mirror. Scanning my face for any imperfections.
I popped two pills in my mouth and swallowed them dry. My eyes squeezed shut as the burn of the migraine worsened until it's peak and then slowly deflated. I pulled the hair band out of my hair and entered my walk-in shower.
My head tilted upwards towards the shower head and I let out a light groan as the water ran over the cuts and bruises from the mission just last night. The target actually put up a fight for once, I still won though. I had mind control over him.
Not all of the gang are gifted. Only a few. I'm one of the few. My powers were always buried within me but only anger and the feeling of vengeance brought them out completely when I had escaped the establishment. I had full control over them now.
My abilities were power over the mind and I'm not exactly certain of what to call the other. I can radiate a sort of romantic energy, people become attached romantically to me whenever I want them to.
However, it's one of my rarely used powers. Not to seem overly cocky but my appearance alone is enough to be able to manipulate someone into giving me what I want.
I'm not totally feminine per se but I don't have to be to seduce because who doesn't love a powerful woman?
I am powerful. I can be powerful through femininity but also without.
Time Skip
By now I was out of the shower and getting changed into some clothes. I was supposed to be going on a mission today, I had the debriefing yesterday and the job was only to spy on someone so I decided to dress fairly formal since it was going to be in a restaurant.
I picked out a brown leather jacket over just a regular band tee. I also pulled on some grey-green wide leg jeans and a brown bag to compete the outfit. I pulled my hair up into a high ponytail and got into my mercedes benz.
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I drove all the way to the restaurant in silence, no music, just trying to focus and go over everything I was supposed to do.
My role was risky considering the target was going to be sat right behind me in order for me to hear their conversation.
It seems I was here before them and so I headed towards my reserved table along with the waiter who continuously offered to buy me a drink.
Fucking men.
I sat down and ordered a water before checking my watch. They should arrive in...
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Right on cue. They walked in. Hair the same hue as fire, straightened, drifting just past their shoulders. Their eyes encapsulating all of the viridescence of the world. I could only see all of this through the pocket mirror which was held in front of me, slightly to the side as though I was fixing makeup- quite silly really considering I never wear makeup.
I snapped the pocket mirror shut hastily as the target, just as planned, sat directly behind me.
There was nothing I hated more in the world than the Avengers and here one was; going by the name of Natasha Romanoff.
Russian spy. Trained in The Red Room. An Avenger. One of many of 'the world's greatest hero's.'
God, how sappy.
She was meeting with someone. A man. Tall, blonde, athletic, chiselled. Another avenger. Steve Rogers, otherwise known as Captain America.
The reason we became involved with the Avengers is because we gained information that they had took interest in us and planned to start investigating.
I was here because I needed to find out what they were planning. What their first move would be.
"So they struck again." The woman spoke obviously referring to the recent mission that had occurred.
"Yes they did. It's getting out of hand. We need to make a move soon before it gets any worse than it already is." The man spoke back.
"We could sneak in, steal their data and foil any possible imminent plans they've made." She suggested.
"And what? Get ourselves killed. Natasha you have no idea who these people are do you?" He argued.
The idea that an Avenger saw us as a threat made me smirk. Not so heroic after all.
"It's just an idea. We could either go in big or silently." The redhead continued.
"We'll discuss it with Fury."
The conversation went silent. Light chatter filled the room and boisterous laughs of men. I faintly heard the blonde man excuse himself to the bathroom.
The woman's chair leaned back a little.
"I know you're eve's dropping." She whispered to me.
I grinned at the thought that my cover was blown. It meant the real fun could begin.
"Bathroom." I demanded.
I swiftly got up and made my way to the bathroom. I leant against a wall and waited for Natasha to walk through the door. I was passing my ring between my fingers on one hand, watching the time go by on my watch on the other.
The door swung open, I didn't move an inch. Instead I stared down the woman who had just walked in, seemingly intimidating her as her eyes met the floor instead of mine.
"So we could do this in a mature manner." I said before she landed a punch across my face.
