𝐕𝐨𝐥. 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫
When a young assassin screws up on her mission she's discovered by the Avengers. 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 wants to lock her away, she is a member of Hydra after all. However Captain America refuses, he...
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Prologue
"Do you have the target in sight, 117?"
"Yes sir. Do I take him out?"
. . .
"Yes."
. . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆
Bang!
Steve and Natasha whipped around, armed and ready for their adversary. They were currently trying to capture a potential psycho-maniac, as usual.
"Was that him shooting or someone else?" Natasha asked, looking down the corridor where the sound came from. Steve shrugged, "Can't tell." Natasha nodded and slowly inched into the hallway, gun raised and guard up. Steve followed close behind.
As the two reached the main room of the giant mansion, they could hear someone speaking. The person sounded young.
"Sir, the target has been eliminated."
As Steve and Natasha got a closer look, they seen that it was a girl in a black leather bodysuit, a hood and mask covering her face. She had a phone to her ear and was standing in front of a fresh, bloody corpse with a gun in her left hand and a dagger embedded in the man's chest.
The girl nodded, "Yes sir." She put the phone away in some pocket and went to grab the dagger when she suddenly stopped. She turned her head towards the two avengers and locked eyes with the Captain.
Steve stared into her dark, black eyes. She hadn't moved, likely considering what to do in this situation. Natasha shifted slightly and the girl's attention moved to her, holding up the gun to Natasha.
"Don't move!" She shouted.
Natasha held the gun steady, watching how comfortable this girl seemed to be with a gun. For someone who seemed so young, she sure knew how to manage firearms.
"Hey, relax. Put the gun down and we'll talk. Okay?" Natasha offered. The girl stayed, gun aimed and eyes locked onto her target —which was Natasha.
"Who are you working for?" Steve asked. The girl looked to Steve, keeping her gun aimed at the Black Widow. She remained silent, watching the two with a coldness.
"Listen, kid, put down the gun and we'll talk. We won't hurt you." Steve insisted, taking a step forward. The girl stepped back, locking her gun onto Steve. "I said don't move." She said.
