From hunter of Artemis to assassin of Hydra

Chapter 3

Three years have passed since agent Andromeda Jackson disappeared.

Two years since she was declared dead by SHIELD.

And one year since the Avengers stopped looking for her.

There remained three people who didn't believe her dead. Her twin brother Perseus Jackson, or as he liked to be called, Percy. If the mortals wouldn't help him, he asked for help his other side of the family. The gods knew something, he could tell, they always knew something, but they refused to say a thing. Their adoptive mother was being held back from telling him, her brother as well.

But that didn't mean all gods refused to help. The second person who wouldn't stop looking... Was Loki. Who would've thought the one who was portrayed as a destroyer, as a chaos bringer, to be the one to seek the lost Huntress? He was the one who kept searching, giving Percy leads on possible places from flashes he had when he tried to reach her mind.

While he tried to reach her mind, there was another who tried to understand her heart. While Peter Parker didn't have magic, or telepathy... He had other skills. He was trying to find clues that the others didn't see. When he first saw and heard the letter, he asked for it to read through the lines. He now knew she was stalked. He remembered hearing her talking about a dream where she was fighting a man with a metal arm that was a good snipper. Peter guessed that a snipper could be a good spy, but a dream was just that, right? A dream. That's what he thought until he found the drawing in her sketchbook. 'It's only a coincidence, something her mind created after the nightmare', that's what his mind kept telling him. But no... In all her craziness, Andy had a habit of writing the date when the drawing was made. It was before they even became friends, but not before she came to live at the tower. 'Her nightmare was connected to her drawing, the person is not real', again the logical part of his brain told him, but he had to check it out. Running the drawing through a facial recognition programme got him nowhere, but to Fury's office to be questioned after he was caught. For some reason the director was nervous about the drawing. He wanted him to drop it. He insisted that it wasn't real. But that's the thing about Fury... When he insists that something isn't true, it is true. But to what extend? What was he hiding?

An assassin... A damn good one. Not a single target escaped. 'The Winter Soldier'  was the name he got from his research... And he was hell bound on finding this person if it ment getting the raven haired girl back. He wanted... No! Needed her back! He realised when she went missing that along the way he had fallen, and had fallen hard, for her. He wanted to tell her, to know what she thought of him and maybe if she had the same feelings as him. 'Wishful thinking' his mind kept making fun of him. A girl like her wouldn't fall for the nerdy Peter Parker and yet... A part of him knew that she cared for him, not for just his Spiderman persona, but for him as Peter Parker, the dork who would get so embarrassed that he'd stutter over his own words, not getting anything right, the guy who helped her in understanding physics and tutored her for over a year and a half.

They wanted her back.

A twin brother needed his sister back.

An ex-wanted criminal wanted the person, who showed him trust before everyone else, back.

And a boy with feelings for someone,  who became one of his closest confidents, wanted his girl back if only just to tell her how much she really ment for him.
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A man with spiky brown hair and chocolate brown eyes wearing casual clothes waited anxiously in a bar, his foot raising and falling as he kept looking over his shoulder, his nerves getting the best of him. He might've infiltrated the agency as a spy, but he was sure they knew by now and had sent someone after him. He had the feeling he was watched.

Looking around the bar he saw an attractive woman in her early twenties with blond hair and green eyes serving at a table, a flirtatious smile on her face as a man kept hitting on her, his gaze not going anywhere but at her chest. She wore a thight white shortsleeved shirt that showed her clevage and her perfect waist and a short mid thigh black leather skirt followed by a pair of knee length boots. Her long hair fell in curly waves on her shoulders, hair that she flipped on her back to look at him. She must've sensed him watching. To his shock she smiled at him, that flirtatious smile of hers driving him crazy.