Strix -SLOWLY UPDATING-

FOUR

WARNING:❗️⚠️ MENTIONS OF BLOOD, GUNS, AND STABBING⚠️❗️

November 7th

Clearly laser tag isn't my thing....what's the point if you're not going to use real lasers!! Where's the fun in that? I mean when you get hit it does nothing...it doesn't even burn, and apparently I broke a game? It seemed so real I thought it was a mission task!!

I walked into the apartment and shut the door behind me. I arrived back home around 23:34.

I walked over to the kitchen area and poured myself a glass of water before going back to my room.

"Missed message?" I whispered under my breath as my eyes landed on my communicator that was in disguise as a watch that was next to my nightstand. I had accidentally left it here at the house as I was rushing. I put the watch on and played the message.

"Y/N. otchet missii." (Y/N. Mission Report.)

"sem'ya nichego ne podozrevayet. YA svyazalsya s Peter Parker. on privedet menya k Avengers." (The family suspects nothing. I've come in contact with Peter Parker, now to wait for him to lead me to the Avengers.) I replied in a serious tone.

"Eto sem'ya, v kotoroy ty zhivesh'. Otstavnyye agenty SHIELD. U nikh yest' tsennaya informatsiya, kotoruyu nam nuzhno poluchit' dlya nashey missii. Teper' obyshchite dom." (The Martinez's are retired SHIELD agents. They have valuable information you must obtain in order for us not to fail. Search the house. Report back immediately.)

Little did I know, Mr. Martinez over here spoke Russian...and was listening on my conversation.

"Da ser." (Yes sir.) I put the small communicator away.

I grabbed a small flashlight and a few of my devices before slowly creaking the door open to search the house.

I slowly crept into Daniel's office and began searching for things as quiet as possible.

"So. Russian spy?" I heard a voice from behind.

I immediately jumped as I was startled and held up my arm in a shooting position but soon realized I wasn't wearing my Widows Bite shooters. "If you cooperate I'll get the information. Send it over. And we'll have no complications." I smiled.

"Where the hell is your accent?" He joked around a bit.

I rolled my eyes. "Look see," I started speaking in a fake Russian accent. "I am sooo Russian I love vodka and alcohol." I crossed my arms at the stereotype. I was raised in STRIX so I was taught Russian first but was trained to not have a Russian accent when I speak in other languages.

Daniel held a gun up pointing it towards me. "Not another step."

I put my hands up surrendering. "Okay..."

He lowered the gun.

"Shouldn't have done that~" I sang as I quickly pulled out a blade and threw it at him. It landed right....in the chest.

I sighed. "Man I wish I didn't have to do this.....you and your family have been so nice but um....I'm friends to nobody." I smiled shrugging before pulling the blade out.

Clearly he was dead as he laid there on the ground limp with his eyes wide open and chest gushing blood through his clothing.

"Alright time to clean-"

A glass cup I assumed, dropped onto the ground as Willow stood their in disbelief. "Y-Y-YOU-"

I closed my eyes tightly. "Oh no.....you shouldn't have walked in...." I sighed actually disappointed in her actions. Well now I have to kill the entire family.

I quickly ran over to Willow and covered her mouth. "I'm really sorry about this." I held the bloody blade in my hand before closing my eyes and stabbing Willow in the back, LITERALLY.

I let her go as her body dropped to the ground going limp.

I walked into a bedroom.

I crept up to Clarice and covered her mouth as she was asleep.

Clarice jolted away squealing trying to get away.

"Tell me where your files on SHIELD are!!!" I demanded as I took my hand off of Clarice's mouth.  "Scream and I'll end your life head and now. No final words. So tell me, where are the files!!!!"

Clarice was panting. "T-Third drawer on the left!!! Under the clothes!! Please don't hurt my family...." She begged.

"STAY." I got up from Clarice and walked over to the dresser. I opened the drawer and there it was, valuable files. "Bingo" i smirked.

"Please....please don't hurt my family...."

I sighed. "Little too late for that....Sorry not sorry" I pulled out my gun and shot Clarice.

I went back to digging through the drawers and grabbing all the files.

I got back to my room and instantly began packing all of my stuff up.

"Mne nuzhna brigada po uborke v techeniye sleduyushchego chasa." (I need a clean up crew here in the hour.) I said through the communicator.

"ty ubil ikh?" (You killed them?)

I sighed. "U menya yest' informatsiya, kotoruyu vy khoteli. vstretimsya zavtra v punkte vydachi" (I have the information you wanted, meet me at the drop off location tomorrow.)

I grabbed the last of my bags which wasn't too much, just a suitcase, large backpack and a duffel bag. Hopefully the duffel bag isn't too suspicious.

I wore a hoodie over my black leather suit and put the hood up, by now it was 02:00. I opened the bedroom window and used my grappling hook and repelled down the side of the building with my bags in my arms.

Once I landed back on the ground I sighed. "Great...now where do I go...."

A/N: Y/N just casually killing people