The first man I ever loved... and his best friend

Chapter three - Steves POV

The rest of the Avengers have assembled in another conference room, all of them looking confused and wary. It's unusual to gather the entire team like this with little to no warning. Tony and Steve take their places by the table. Tony looks at all of them and then at the surveillance screen where Hope is still sitting patiently by the table in one of the conference rooms.

Fury enters the conference room, his usual stern expression on his face. Everyone goes silent, waiting as Fury takes his place in front of the team. He looks at each member of the team for a moment, his gaze lingering on Steve and Tony for a moment longer than the others. He lets out a sigh, he doesn't look happy and Steve can't tell if Fury looks more angry or tired.
"I'm sure you have a lot of questions," he says, looking at the team. "But what I'm about to tell you is gonna' sound insane, so just hear me out."

Everyone looks at Fury, some of them exchanging cautious glances. They're all on-edge, unsure what's going to happen next.
"Hope Mikaelson, the woman in the other room," Fury says, his gaze fixed on the team. "She's not human. She's some form of supernatural"

The team looks at Fury in shock. The news that Hope isn't human is a lot to take in. Some of them look skeptical, others alarmed. Tony looks worried, but Steve can sense that there's even more to this information that Fury isn't telling them yet.

"But that's not all," Fury continues, his voice hard and serious. "There's a family of vampires and werewolves that she's connected to."
He let the words sink in for a moment. Some of the team look confused, others horrified. Steve's heart is beating in his chest, he has a horrible feeling about where this is all going.

"In fact, they're not just any family." Fury says, a hint of bitterness in his voice. "Her father, Niklaus Mikaelson, commonly known as Klaus was an original vampire, and later the first hybrid between vampire and werewolf. Her mother belongs to the Crescent Moon pack and is considered royalty in the werewolf community."
The room falls completely silent for a moment until Tony breaks the silence.
"Wait, you mean to tell us there's a whole family of original vampires who created the species?"
Fury nods, his expression hard.
"Yes. The Mikaelsons are the reason vampires exist. They're the first of their kind."
Steve feels like his mind is going a million miles an hour.
"Hold on a second, if Hope's father is a vampire and werewolf and her mother is a werewolf, what does that make Hope? All of those things?" Natascha asks Fury, trying to wrap her mind around what they're actually dealing with here.
"Honestly, I have no idea what traits she inherited from her parents, all I know is that her parents must have had a pretty good reason to keep her hidden from the world, there's no record of her ever even existing" Fury answers Natascha.

"But I've read the files on the Mikaelsons and what they've done. They're powerful, dangerous and sadistic. They have no problem killing whomever they need to, to get what they want. Hope appears to be no different. And she's also the most skillful killer I have ever seen in my entire life." On the big screen behind him Fury pulls up a surveillance video.
"This was taken at a Hydra base about a month ago, this is Hope, taking down over 30 guards by herself."

The team watches the video in horror and awe. Despite her innocent and unassuming appearance, Hope is taking down guards with the precision and ease of a professional assassin. The team is stunned into silence, watching as Hope moves like a well-trained assassin, taking down guard after guard with ease. Even Steve, who has seen a lot in his lifetime, is horrified at the sight. The realization that this innocent-looking woman is capable of such a degree of violence and death isn't sitting well with him. The video continues to play, showing Hope effortlessly taking out every guard she comes across. It finally ends with her standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by dead bodies, a look of pure determination and rage on her face.