avenge [marvel's agents of shield] (under editing)

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chapter two: lost

i reassembled her, piece by piece; sewed her back up. but she was never the same.

(situated in the first episode of the third season)

    it had been years since the invasion of the chitauri. SHIELD was dead, and hydra was the cause, i believe.

    but were they dead?

    i've had my suspicions, but my leads got me nowhere.

    "agent denvers. we're almost there", a cold voice snaps me back to reality.

   i nod, taking a deep breath. "right. sorry, i reply, as our cars turn on to the street wildly, and brake abruptly.

there was a man, in the middle of the street. he could melt metal with hands, i think. he was lost, confused.

like i was.

all of us get out of the car, guns loaded.

"hands in the air, now!"

i hold my gun steadily as our leader speaks on the comms. my uniform was itchy, and really hot, but i shrug it off.

"lethal force?"

i snap back to attention. i haven't been focused lately, haven't i?

"i'm not trying to do this! i need help!", the man cries, stepping towards the man beside me.

"stay right there, damn it! hands up!"

"calm down there, skippy." i mutter to him.

as the man puts his hand on the hood, i get a suspicious feeling.

our guns suddenly melt, and he begins to run away.

as i throw the gun aside, we're blown back from an explosion by the car.

"this sucks." i hiss, hitting the ground hard.

i get to my feet slowly, as one of my comrades starts shooting, and we all chase him.

i pull out my other gun, running as fast as i could.

"hey, he's in the alley!" the guy beside me yells, turning and pointing his gun down in that direction. i do the same, raising my gun.

suddenly, the ground rumbles, and i curse.

whirling around, i spot a girl, most likely my age, blasting back my comrades.

"what the he-"

i'm blown back, and i cry out, making contact with the ground for the second time.

she was like me, too?

i dismiss the thought as a car comes flying, hitting my leg as i try to get out of the way.

i groan, landing on my gun.

who did she work for?

i had to get closer, if i could just get there without her blasting me again.

i see two men emerge with her, and curse, crawling that way.

i eventually get on my feet, just as smoke emits from.. something. i had no idea what.

one of my people grab me.

"put this on. here's your gun."

i nod, pulling the gas mask on.

we make our way through the smoke.

"they're gone."

✸ ✸ ✸

we all stand back with the cars, keeping people back.

i glance to see a car pull up. must be rosalind. i turn my attention back, looking around, when my eye catches on someone with a phone up.

when it is pulled down, my heart leaps.

was it him? it couldn't be.. he died.

he walks off, and i take a deep breath.

"denvers! get over here."

"right. s-sorry"