The Mimic - One-Shots

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Overview: Y/n is sent on her first mission with Hydra.

Word count: 2,233

Warnings: Violence, angst, a bit of fluff at the end

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Not even eighteen, and y/n had been tasked with her first mission.

The man in the suit had decided that she was ready. That she was skilled enough. That she was trustworthy enough not to try anything stupid.

Maybe it was the constant brain-frying after the 'mind-control incident', or maybe it was the fact that y/n had finally given in and stopped asking questions. She hadn't even turned eighteen, and she was broken. Shattered and smashed into a million pieces. That childhood innocence, that sparkle in her eye, it was gone. Gone and replaced by radio silence.

Yet the man in the suit would still treat her the same. Her room had been replaced by a cell after she burnt all the furniture away, yet he still made sure she had her yellow dresses. He held her hand in the hallways. He comforted her like she was his own daughter, and he still called her 'princess'.

Her silence was eerie, especially since most of the people working there had known her since she first arrived. The sound of her feet pattering against the cold concrete were one of the only sources of light in the grim facility. A reminder that not everything was consumed by the horrors of Hydra. But now the only sounds that could be heard were her bloodcurdling screams as thousands of volts were sent through y/n's body.

Her first mission was a special one. Or at least that was what the man in the suit told her.

She had a target to eliminate, and that target was a friend and employee of Howard Stark. He had been tasked in finding cases where entire families had been killed due to bombs or other appliances exploding in the house. It was typical scaremongering from Howard. He was just trying to profit off of it by creating bomb detectors, but first he needed some examples to draw people in. Now, usually things like this wouldn't harbour Hydra's attention, but this man had found out about the shocking deaths of y/n and her parents.

He was digging too deep. He was finding newspapers talking about her having powers, and how the explosion seemed extremely out of place - planted, even. The man had gone completely off topic, and he was planning on explaining it all to Howard during their meeting in Boston.

Y/n was to make sure he and his briefcase never make it to Boston. That was all she knew. She wasn't told that this man was probably trying to save her.

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After not socialising with anyone for so many years, one would think that y/n would freak out. Especially on a packed train. She'd never been on a train before, she didn't know about tickets, she didn't know about anything. Her cover should've been blown. But the man in the suit wasn't stupid. He had taught y/n everything she needed to know. It was just up to her to decide how to eliminate him.

So, there she was, sitting patiently in an aisle seat as she waited for her target to walk past. She had her signature yellow dress on, but it was slightly covered by the many layers she had on to protect her from the snow outside. Y/n had been in much colder conditions, but she had to play her part. Innocence was key.