"you are the angel i couldn't kill..."
In which the genetic product of the Winter Soldier and Black Widow is forced to become a normal teenager and observe Tony Stark's newest protege.
MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE
CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR - HAWKEYE
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(tw: violence)
They offered her so much money, and here she was, on the run, throwing it all away for the sake of a child. She didn't even care for the thing growing inside her for the first five months. All she cared about was getting enough funds to pay off her college tuition. But, at the time, she held faith in a lie.
The "parents" were just actors, luring her with the promise of financial security. They knew how much they needed it, and she fell for the trap. After a while, she started asking questions, and when she asked too many -- they dragged her down here to prevent her from taking their weapon away.
Now, she was fleeing through the halls of an unknown facility, having barely recovered from giving birth. She didn't hesitate to run when they were left alone. They believed her when she requested privacy to nurse the child. After all, they were soldiers built to follow orders.
She made her escape with the newborn bundled in her arms, softly whimpering against her chest. The dim lighting provided shadows for her to hide in, waiting for the danger to pass. As far as she was aware, the organisation holding them hostage had no idea they had left the medical wing.
The surrogate tried her best to remember the way she came in from, yet all of these corridors looked the same. Her already weakened muscles were straining, and the baby was beginning to weigh her down. How long could she go on for? She was running out of time. There had to be a way out of this place. There just had to be. Maybe a ventilation shaft or-
A figure emerged from the darkness, swift as the air, stopping the young woman in her tracks. Piercing blue eyes shimmered in the shadows, staring back at her, unfazed and almost calm. He raised his metallic arm, the silver glistening in the dim light, and pointed a gun at her. Her gaze caught sight of a silencer on its muzzle, and her sunken eyes widened.
"Don't try anything stupid." His mission was simple; recover the asset at all costs. It was a direct order, and resistance was not an option. "Hand over the weapon."
"Please." She stammered, her mouth dry. "Please, she's not a weapon. She's just a child." Despite the strain, her grip tightened around the infant. "She's your child."
"Exactly," the Winter Soldier said, "so hand her over."
"You can't shoot me." The woman believed, "As long as I have her in my arms, you can't-"
He adjusted the height of his arm, aiming his gun at her knee and shooting it. She released a pained cry, the woman squeezing her eyes shut as her legs buckled. In one fell swoop, he grasped the infant with one arm and kicked his leg under the surrogate's, knocking her down. The Winter Soldier turned to face her, raising his weapon once again, and this time, he aimed it at her forehead.
Her eyelids fluttered, tears building against her lashes. The woman's lips quivered, her body trembling. "Please-"
Another gunshot brought her words to an abrupt stop. This time, the bullet went straight through her skull. She crashed to the ground, her head smacking the floor tiles. Blood seeped from the wound, forming a red puddle under her sprawled mass of hair. Her eyes were open wide from the shock.
