Duty Calls // mob! Tom Holland AU

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Flash forward a week later. (Y/N) already had a new identity set and ready to go. A new hair color to match and all the documents that came with it. She was tired but duty calls, and in between the briefings, and the briefings, and the hair coloring she fell asleep on a lot of things. Couches, office chairs, floors, she was extremely tired. Not to mention a little stressed out because she was about to go into the hornet's nest.

Tom Holland was at the top of every agency's most wanted list. Not because he couldn't be found but because he couldn't be charged. Like most mobsters, nothing seemed to stick to him not the money laundering not the murderers, which he sometimes even did himself. He was running a multi-million dollar business in a variety of illegal ways, none of which the police or the FBI or the CIA could find him guilty of. Now the CIA wanted (Y/N) to infiltrate his "family" and take it down right from the top, just like she did the mobsters in Russia. Only they knew, and she knew that it wasn't going to be that easy. Nothing was that easy when Tom Holland was involved.

Name: Amalia Luanne Cross

Birthdate: 09/27/1993

State of Residence: New York

It didn't take (Y/N) to remember her new identities, it never did. When she was little she had wanted to be an actress, so remembering lines, creating a character came a little bit easier to her than it did to regular agents. Amalia Cross, born in New York, September 27, 1993 to two teachers who loved her but died by the time she was out of college, that's when she turned to a life of crime, killing was something she became good at and now she is an expert at the sport. Contract Killer. Does it for kicks.

Sick lady, (Y/N) thought to herself. Now all she had to do was remember that story and stick to it like her life depended on it, because it did.

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Two days later found (Y/N) being dropped off five blocks away from a predetermined meeting location in an unmarked fan with only a pistol and a small satchel on her person. Inside laid her documents, or Amalia Cross's, a water bottle, a book and a few other personal things. She was about to go into the hornet's nest and the CIA had made her just as prepared as they could, which naturally wasn't going to be close to enough.

She walked for five blocks and stopped at a public park, where two men in plain clothes stood by a tree. (Y/N) deduced that must be her ride, and walked over to the men cautiously, running over the details of her identity and her op as she went. Once she was a seeable amount of feet away they gestured for her to follow and finally all three of them met in a dark alley. Suddenly one fo the men came up behind her and grabbed her arm, almost injecting something into it.

(Y/N) quickly twisted arm and turned around so he was staring her in the face, one hand

still on her gun. She smiled, "Contract killer remember? Don't try anything funny on me."

The man looked at the other man, still down father in the alley, clearly confused The second man walked closer, "I'm sure you'll understand Ms. Cross, this is just procedure, the boss is very-"

"And that's where I have to stop you. See your boss wants some things from me, and so I require at the least bit respect, tell him that I'll keep his little secret I'm not five." She smiled ar both of them.

The taller one, who didn't have his hand on (Y/N), nodded and the other one let her go. "Alrighty then Ms.Cross, can't say the boss is gonna be happy with this but, it's your funeral."

"Literally."

"Literally." He repeated as he lead her to yet another unmarked van with tinted windows and what she suspected was an illegal license plate.

The three of them stepped inside, and the door was closed. Soon enough the van was in motion and the van fell silent. "So, how long is this going to be?"

"Not long."

"How long have you been working for him?"

"Very long."

"This is how you're going to answer all my questions, huh?"

"Yup."

(Y/N) smiled, and sat quietly for the rest of the ride, until they reached what looked like a warehouse on the edge of town. No lights were on, no people were going in or out the whole place looked empty. But something told (Y/N) that once she got inside it wouldn't look as empty.

Turns out, she was right. She walked in flanked by the two men, into what could've passed as any major companies head of operations. There were people walking around, typing on computers moving files, it looked less like a mob operation and more like a steady job with a 401(k) and health benefits. (Y/N) was lead up the stairs to another large set of doors. The tall man opened them and lead her inside.

Sitting across the room at a desk was Tom Holland himself.