cryptid
/cryp·tid/
noun
an animal that has been claimed to exist but never proven to exist
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The investigation of cryptid creatures from the general public sparked interest within SHIELD's Enh...
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"Your resilience is nothing but dissociation."
Washington D.C. December, 2006
AGENT 17 flipped the table before pointing its gun at the target behind it. It pulled the trigger and proceeded to lunge at it with a nasty grin. Blood splattered across its face as its wings tore through the body of two witnesses. A woman screamed as she shot the target in the head.
Agent 17 shot the woman in the head when she didn't stop screaming. Slowly, it stood up, tilting its head at the dead bodies. It turned its head when it heard the window open. It trained its gun on the window and stopped when it recognized the uniform.
Agent 17's malicious grin fell as it stared.
"C'mon, Vay." He said, holding his hand out to her. "You gotta wake up."
Agent 17 tilted its head again, confused. It was already awake. It had been taken out of cryostasis and finally given a purpose. It had succeeded in its first solo mission and it was proud. It was proud when it was not supposed to feel at all.
So why was he telling her to wake up?
"Vay, wake up!"
Agent 17 jerked awake.
It snarled, jaw snapping and wings flexing outward. It lunged and drove a fist into the man who woke it. It didn't understand why it needed to wake up when it was already awake. The man stumbled back and Agent 17 lunged onto him. It grabbed the gun attached to its hip and pointed it at his head–
A low, two beat tone echoed in its ears.
Agent 17 zipped towards the tone and its eyes moved with recognition.
It was–
Red hair.
The most beautiful emerald eyes she'd ever seen.
Vay's eyes widened and she looked down at the gun between her hands, then turned fully to see Uncle Barton on the floor, groaning as he sat up, rubbing his stomach where she'd punched him with full force. The gun between her hands clattered on the ground and it went off without the safety on it.
"ᛊᛏᛟᛈ!"
Stop!
She shouted.
The bullet disappeared, returning to its original place as the gun laid dead on the floor.
