Recruit

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

After that nightmare of a nightmare, I didn't go back to sleep. How could I? I was worried. Not just about Kevin or myself, about putting everyone in danger. Crowley wasn't just after me anymore, he was after who and what I love. He was hunting for an advantage over me, some bargaining chip that would make me fold my hand.

After sitting in be for a while, I got up and went to work out. Then got ready to go home, and left. It was hard to say goodbye to Sam, Dean, and Kevin, especially, knowing I wouldn't see them for a while. I told Kevin to keep me updated on what the boys were doing, seeing they sure as Hell wouldn't do it themselves. And I also told him to watch out, that Crowley was plotting something, but not to mention it to the boys. Dean was threatened to keep Kevin healthy (as in three meals a day, one day a week off, and six hours of sleep a night, all at the very least), or he'd have me to deal with.

Then we went home. Baby was thankful to go back to Natasha's, she'd gotten used to it in the few short weeks. And I hadn't been paying her enough attention, occurring to her book.

As for locking down on my training, we made a schedule. I'd learn agent- work with Natasha for a week. Then weapons and advanced combat with Clint for four days, weapons science with Tony for three, leadership with Steve for a week. Then Bruce would train me in what ever my powers had come to be at that point for a week as well as catch me up on my studies at the same time. And if Thor was in town, I'd chill with him, Jane and Darcy in the UK for a bit too. All while learning as many languages and cultures as possible (Korean, Finnish, Arabic, Latin and Hindi)

After that month (give or take) Id start school. This new agenda, of course, allowed no time for me to slack off, take off, or be anything but one hundred percent absorbed in work. And I was absolutely fine with that.

Natasha's training started immediately.

Day One: Undercover tactics

"If you've been spotted, or think you've been spotted, don't run like an idiot. Walk out slowly when the best opportunity arises. Don't leave in the middle of a speech, or as soon as everything gets quiet. Wait until it would be natural for someone to go to the bathroom. This isn't to be polite, it's so you don't blow yourself even further." She told me.

"The exception to this rule is if you've got people already disturbing the peace. If a Korean dude is running at you, screaming gibberish and pointing a gun at you; don't just walk out, get away."

I take in all the information she tells me. We discuss fully knowing who you are. The differences between making up a new person and becoming an existing one.

"Now, it's easier to make up a new person, no one can say you're not who you are, you can't be two places at once, and you can't run into yourself. But it's also easier to screw up and compromise the whole mission, mainly because you're naturally not as careful; you're more likely to turn the person into yourself. Or, turn them into everything you'd want to be, make them only good and pure and perfect; make them unbelievable.-"

"- But that isn't likely to happen if you're pretending to be someone that already has a defined personality, defined self. You know how to act, know how to talk, how to move. But you're also more inclined to being found out, someone seeing you and saying 'That's not at all what she looks like'."

"So, if you're making up your own character, you don't do it on the spot. It takes time, so now, you need to make. Make a fictitious person that we can make a name for. Give her flaws, scars, a bad side. Make her flexible too. She will obviously look like you, things like hair and eyes we can change; dye and contacts exist for a reason. You need to know everything about her, birthday, favorite foods, weird habits, even the name of her moms first boyfriend.-"