Hang On To Your Determination.

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 TW Swearing, violence and blood.

Pyro's POV

I teleport to the Boss's office. The... doors open? Ok, that's weird. Usually, I knock and then he says: 

"Come in!" 

Creepy.  I walk in, my face indifferent. Emotion is not allowed, long story short. :/. 

"Ah yes Pyro. Long time no see.  Your mission is to acquire a hard drive that belongs to SHEILD. It has data vital to an experiment" Peirce states. 

"Alrighty then." I reply. He nods and I leave. My handler drags me to the jet. Well this'll be fun.

✨SKIPPITY SKAPPETY YOUR TIMESKIP HAS ARRIVED! BOUGHT TO YOU BY...... JOE MAMA!✨

We arrive at the base and he hands me an earpiece. 
"Go. I give you 3.5 hours, kill anyone in your way." I nod, knowing the drill.

I run in and kick off the chaos with a bit of an indoor storm. (Atmokinesis, the power to manipulate storms and the weather.) The agents look around, confused and then they see me.

All hell breaks loose and I laugh manically. 

"Chaos, chaos let it rain, all these bugs are in my brain! I see now a world gone blind, this is how I found my mind." I whisper, from... a song? What is a song?

"Hands where we can see 'em, drop the weapons!" A voice yells. I roll my eyes and flip them off.

"Well, ya did say hands where we can see 'em, never said I couldn't flip you off!" I shrug and set off a storm. Thunder and Lightning crackle in the air. I then realise, If it isn't my old friend, the dawning realisation that I've fucked up. The Avengers. Oh shit. 

"Aurora?" The traitor. 
"That's not my name, traitor." I growl. I summon a dagger, and run towards him. He flips away and I growl.  I try again, only to be lifted by... magic? 

My head whips around and I see... "Strucker's prized experiment. Darl, how ya been?" I sarcastically ask.  I shoot shadows at her and she ducks, breaking her concentration. 

Bucky's POV

"Aurora?" I whisper, man, deja vu much? 

" That's not my name, traitor." 

I'm trying not to cry at that. Damn, that hurts. 
She puts two fingers to her ear and whispers something in German. 

The reply wasn't very nice because she flinched and cursed. Damn thank gosh Steve doesn't know German.

" Fuck off, I will get this done myself". And with that, she's gone. We follow her and see the destruction. Blood and dead bodies everywhere. Shit. 

"I'm gonna be sick." Clint whispers, turning pale. She turns around and yells:

"HAIL HYDRA BITCHES!" And teleports off. Steve starts crying and I'm trying not to cry. We get to the jet and I start crying. 

Pyro's POV

The traitor. Who the hell is Aurora? Me? No, I'm Pyro... right? I push these thoughts to the back of my head and focus on getting the drive. The room where it is is highly guarded by agents. Pfft. Piece of cake. The agents shoot at me, bullets raining above me. They stop, but I'm not doing it. Red magic? Witch girl. 

"What the..." I mutter. I grab the drive and run away. I get to the plane and my handler nods in approval.

"Gute arbeit soldat" He says and I internally smile. Praise is good, I won't get in trouble. 


A/N How was it, what should happen next??

gute arbeit soldat means good job soldier. 

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