Banshee

Star Shaped Scar

Hello everybody! I'm back again! So this is what the third chapter? Anyways I'm finally updating so wish me luck and here we go!

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The wind rushed past me and wove through my thick blue curls. I turned onto my back in the air and slowed my pace to set myself next to Cap.

"Ello Cap." I said with a salute of my fingers. He attempted to stop his smile but it happened anyways.

As the ground came closer I slowed and he grabbed the cord to his parachute. With a quick and sharp pull it deployed and flung his body to an upright position.

I crossed my arms behind my head and let myself hover gently to the ground.

We finally landed and I stopped to check my weapons. I bent over and secured the knife to my thigh on my boot as my hair fell to one side.

"What's that?" Steve asked and came closer to me. I froze and stood up. "What's what Captain Rogers?" I said, my voice stiff.

He brushed my hair aside from my neck and touched the center of it. "That." He said. I sighed and rubbed the spot where the star shaped scar was.

"What were you doing looking at me Steven?" I said while turning to face him. He crossed his arms and didn't blush, surprisingly. "Bell." He said. I sighed again and rubbed my eyes beneath my mask.

"Alright let's make a game of this, I'll tell you what happened until we find Gallagher, Rudolph, and the Greedy Jerk, I stop talking when we do find them." I said. He stayed quiet, as if considering it then nodded.

I brought my whips out and we began walking. "No interrupting." I said. My grip tightened on the whips as I began.

"When I was working for Russo and the assassins we were just a branch of something bigger. What, I don't remember. They gave me so many shock treatments, trying to wipe my memory, a clean slate. But because of how advanced my mind was a lot of it would resurface." I stopped and looked at him. He nodded as if telling me to continue.

"One day they told me I was getting a partner. He was one of the best assassins in the world, rivaling Natasha, Clint and myself. We went on many missions together and became very, very close." I said with a small smile and a daydream look glazing my eyes. "You loved him." Steve said. "No! No no no, we were friends, best friends." I replied. "Sure, I know love when I see it." He said. "What ever you say Romeo." I replied while rolling my eyes and he laughed.

"Anyways, it was all good, perfect for an assassin even. And then it happened. People began noticing. They said he wasn't allowed to have any emotional ties, to anybody. I didn't see him for the rest of that day. The next morning I caught him in the hallway. I stopped him and smiled at him then said, "Did you set fire under the Doctors a**?" I expected him to laugh or say something stupid." And this is where the worst part happens.

"He gave me the most murderous glare and slammed me into the wall. He said, "A good soldier listens to their commanding officer and does as their told." I heard him take out his switchblade, it was the one I got him on our mission in Italy. I remember it still to this day, a black and silver handheld with an iron serrated edge to the blade. I felt the unmistakeable sting of it, carving into my neck. He pushed me into the wall by my shoulder blades to stop my from moving." I stopped and took a shaky breath.

"He said he had to put it in a place where it wouldn't mar my pretty face. Once he was done with carving it he through me to the ground. He punched me in the face over an over again and kicked me in the ribs repeatedly. I remember screaming so loud, "Stop I can't breathe I can't breath please just stop!" He kept kicking and kicking. Smashing my ribs and legs." My voice now had a hoarse and sob like tone to it.