BORN AGENT → AGENTS OF SHIELD AU

COOL ORIGIN STORY BRO

4 Years ago: 

Men rush into the house , layered in protective vests and baring heavy duty guns. They enter the room. She hides behind the door, just out of site and dagger in hand. Ready to pounce.  She throws herself at the men, manipulating the knives between her fingers and slashing in circular motions, leaving red smiles along their necks. She walks into the dining hall too late however, her mother is already laying on the floor in a pool of crimson blood. Ten man lay dead surrounding , her mom may have been one of the best fighters in the city but she couldn't stop this. She sank to knees cradling her in her bruised and now bloody arms, staining her shirt a scarlet tone. At twelve years old Magnes could hold her own and put up a fight against most appointments, her mother had taught her everything he would need to survive in this city. The city was classed as a criminal empire, run by two main gangs The Альф (Alphas) and титаны  (Titans). Her mother Melissa had run the Alphas , the hit was mutiny. Organised by a man named Christian Jepsen a member of the Alphas looking to climb the ranks any any dishonourable means. He went over to take over the gang following her death. People moved on, but not her.

Back to present:

She keeps her head down , walking through the desolate streets of the city. The man in question turns left around 30 ft in front of her. She keeps to the wall edging round the corner , watching his feet and matching the timing of every step. Leading into an abandoned alleyway, she walks out of step getting closer before he is just in front of her. He turns swinging a clumsy punch towards her she dodges his slow hits with ease, pushing his elbow over as he attempts to throw a right hook, and pulls it behind his head. Twisting it to the point of pain, but not enough for the bone to break or him to pass out.

"What do you want?, money?" 

"Its not what I want, but someone else really wants you dead"

She has no interest in wasting time with small talk and instead uncloaks a dark glock , clicking the safety catch off before pulling the trigger. 

"That's what you get for selling smash on the wrong side of town... oh and all that murdering". 

She polishes the gun briskly before placing it back into her worn leather jacket. She walks out of the alley and into the stream of people heading away from the fight breaking out in the city centre. She walks alongside a man cloaked in a dark long-coat , briefly turning to look at the man, he passes her a package and she walks off , no words exchanged. 

Magnes eventually reaches the flat she's staying in , which would be described as a dump if you were being polite; although not for a lack of money. she rushes up the rusted staircase and into the apartment. 

"So how did the job go Mag?" A man walks into her field of view. Tom Rilter. He was her partner in crime,  in the literal sense of course. If she was doing a break-in or larger operation he would run coms or accompany her. He was currently running the Titans, and was almost as skilled when it came to hand to hand combat as her or espionage if you wanted to include that.

"It was fine , I got the job done.But now ..." she paused. "Its time to do what I came to". He came and sat at the chipped oak coffee table opposite her, "Challenge Christian ... and alone i'm assuming." She nodded, and went to change into something slightly more appropriate to challenge a gang leader in; Full black clothing head to toe, and soft black hair swept up in a high ponytail.