Collide || Ava Starr

P R O L O G U E

"Asset 21, up."

     Her eyes opened, the voice of the HYDRA soldiers made her get up, she was not exactly sleeping. She can't sleep. Not after Cryofreeze. 

      The metal door opened, the guards came in with guns pointed straight at her, she had been through this for a decade so she knew what to do, she got on her knees her hands up not focusing on them but the ground. 

     The guards kept their aim at her as one of them came up and used a device on her collar making it pop off before putting clothes down on her very low-quality bedding. "Get dressed, put the war paint on, there is a mission ready for you, Merchant of Death."

     She got her mission ready to go, they had warned her she might come into contact with another Asset that is technically there's but technically not. Luckily it was a big if. She wasn't one to work with others, she only once did a mission with HYDRA's favorite asset; the Winter Soldier, it didn't go very well...

     She sat in the tree her eyes scanning the area, her hand gripped her hips, she scanned it. She noticed the weak spots of the building, time to play. She took out a tablet and did her magic hacking into the systems with ease as she opened a window on the south side. She pulled a bow out of her pack getting it ready as she aimed an arrow for the window. For any normal person this would be a very hard shot, but for her, it was just too easy. She let go and the arrow went throw the window flying through the neck of the guy sitting at the computer and once it entered the servics, she was ready. 

     The Assassin jumped down from the tree landing with ease on her feet, she came to the window and slipped in before closing it, she pushed the body to the floor with her foot as she typed in the passcode to have HYDRA have full control. 

     Few things before they get everything: wipe out everyone in the building. Take the specs. Get out. Easy plan.

     As time passed, halls and rooms, everyone she came across she killed with her swords. They had no chance. Some of them asked for mercy, she didn't listen as she ended their lives. Soon enough she came to the end of the building, pretty much everyone dead, she was covered in blood but that was nothing new. Unbothered she opened the safe to reveal the specs shining in the blue light...

     Her eyes surveyed the room before she sliced the wires on the wall with her left sword and the blue light fell and so did the specs but her fast instincts caught it. 

      She put it inside of her shirt as she moved to leave when she got caught of someone entering the room. She pulled both swords swinging around getting in fighting stance!

     The person in front of her wore a grey suit, her body was like glitching like she was to halves of reality... She tilted her head in the Assasin's direction. She slowly pointed at her, her arm glitching from her side to where it is now, "that's mine." 

     She squinted her eyes at the new person, SHIELD's asset, that's who she is. But she got there first, the specs and rewards of finishing the mission belongs to her!

     "If you want it," she hissed her voice deep, "come and get it."

      The two different Assets ran at eachother, with her instincts the Assasin was much more prepared for fights but this girl, she was something else. She had seen a fist coming towards her and she tried to dodge it when suddenly she punched by the real one and then kicked to the ground! 

     The Asset grabbed one of her swords getting on top of her putting the sword to her throat! 

      "Ai gonplei ste odon," she whispered believing it was finally over, finally her life was over, her fight was over. Which was what she said.

     The Asset reached her hand into the other's shirt, making her body freeze up, an unfamiliar feeling run through her as the Asset pulled out the specs and jumped off of her leaving sword and going through the walls leaving faster than she could stop her...

     "FEHLER!" Failure. Sargent Strucker yelled as the Asset kept her head down, "du hattest EINEN Job!" You had ONE job. 

      He was fuming, she did do most of the mission but she let the other Asset, the one that is more loyal to SHIELD than HYRDA take the specs. Leaving him looking like a fool. That can and will NOT stand!

     "Wachen!" Guards. 

     Some guards came over.

     "Bereiten Sie den Ansalter vor, es ist Zeit für Subject 21, eine Lektion zu lernen," Prep the Ansaltor it's time for Subject 21 to learn a lesson. She clenched her teeth together as she was grabbed off the floor and forced into the familiar room that smelled of death and suffering. 

     The Asset was forced into a chair, her arms bound immediately, she looked straight at Sargent Strucker, hate dancing in the back of her mind but she was smarter than ever letting that or any lick of emotion ever come back again. 

     Strucker grabbed her by the face forcing something in her mouth to bite down on, used to it, she complied. He nodded at the guard who had the button. He pushed down on it and suddenly something strapped to her head and went off shocking her!

     Her screams filled the room, painfilled and horrible, once it stopped Strucker pulled out the thing, "who are you?" He asked in English.

Trick question. You must be compliant. 

     "Tell me who you are!" Strucker yelled at her.

     She stared at him, "I am the Merchant of Death, Subject 21, Asset of HYDRA-" suddenly he forced the bite down back in her mouth and suddenly she was shocked again! She screamed loudly pain running through her!

     He pulled it out again, "what is your name!?"

You can't. You can't. You can't.

     Her training screamed at her not to answer truthfully as she was trained to forget but also trained to always be honest with Strucker... He was basically tearing her apart. Which was his intention. She deserved this. This was how it worked.

     "I am..." She breathed heavily, "I am the Merchant of Death-"

     He forced the bite down back in her mouth and hit again! Finally, he tried again, "what. Is. Your. NAME!?"

     She gripped the chair so tightly she could see marks from it, she felt like she was dying...

Tell him. Be honest. You can't. You must. No. 

     "I am," she almost said it once again but she stopped, he wants her to be honest, honest, "I am Amara Sinclair."