Oneshots and Short Fics

Catwoman 9 (Bucky Barnes x Katherine Rogers/Alina Dubrovna)

A/N - THIS ONE AND THE STEVE ONE ARE VERY SIMILAR; THEY WERE THE FIRST TWO ONES I DID.

Alina is a product of a Hydra experiment, one where they merged the Super Soldier serum with that of animal DNA, she had been Subject Feline X25, pumped full of a mix of the serum and cat DNA she became faster, stronger, more graceful, more agile and has a tendency to curl up and sleep in the sun, much to the amusement of her handlers, in the beginning anyway. Everyone knows that Felines are not the most obedient of beings and unfortunately she also gained that as a trait from the mix, they fixed that by putting her in the machine...you know the one, the one that removes all sense of who you are, the one that removed all her memories and any inclining at who she used to be, and if she really missed behaved they shoved her in cryo for a few years. It was the last time out of cryo that she managed to escape, lets just say lots of bodies and lots of injuries later she went underground and into hiding. She isn't going to go back......ever. Alina taps her heel against the chair as she watches the news, her other hand stroking that of her faithful cat, no matter what had happened the past few years she had found her, she's currently curled up on her lap her tail wrapped around her wrist as she watches the Battle of New York unfold on the news. It's mayhem, she supposes she should help, but that involves getting up plus it looks like these superheroes have it all down, she looks up at one of those whale things flies past her window, she raises an eyebrow as the cat's head lifts to glare at the beast for disturbing his sleep.

"I know how you feel, Sarah" the cat huffs and curls back up again. "I suppose we should get going before the home owner returns, what say we move uptown out of the line of fire" Sarah stands and stretches before jumping to the floor and sitting on Alina's duffle bag. She smirks and stands pulling her mask from across her eyes and stashing her steal, a stunning champagne diamond lion's head engagement ring, grabbing the bag and then Sarah she sneaks out the window and up to the roof top where she has to pull out her gun to shoot some stupid weird alien, her whip in her other hand she snaps it out to wrap around another alien's gun, pulling it from him before shooting, Sarah just sits at her feet, bored. Clear she pulls her duffle onto her back before taking off at a run, Sarah running behind her.

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That was four years ago, she had done well to stay out of trouble, well, mostly out of trouble, she steals the odd thing, when she can't help herself, you know what I mean, when you see something so beautiful you can't help but get sticky fingers around it. She hears about the downfall of SHIELD, they had been on her tail for a while, figures they might stop now they had fallen, of course she should have known better, now that SHIELD had fallen HYDRA had come out of the woodwork and wanted their asset back. Apparently she hadn't been the only one to go rogue, their Winter Soldier also had, she had met him a few times, trained with him a bit, they were never allowed to be alone together, she never understood it but it wasn't her place to question at the time, now she does, now she has been getting her memories back, that's another reason she had left HYDRA in the first place, stupid HYDRA and their stupid brainwashing. She looks up at the stars from where she lays on the top of an apartment complex, she would come here when her nightmares would get especially bad or whenever she couldn't sleep or both. Her leg hangs over the edge and swings as she closes her eyes to watches the flashes of her past life. The two small boys she used to follow around, one her brother, her twin, he used to be fierce about her, would do anything to protect her, and the other, his brunette blue eyed friend, they'd spend every free moment together, the three of them. Though she can't remember their names or her own real one, she knows that they were important to her, she reaches up and brushes the tears from her face. She shakes her head before standing and stalking across the rooftop of the apartment building opposite that of her targets, her boot heels clicking away as she goes, her whip hangs at her hip and her pistol on the opposite thigh, she tilts her head to look across at the target apartment and removes her whip from her side. She purrs a little before snapping the whip out and throwing it out to wrap around a pipe opposite before she jumps, swinging across the street and into the open window, her whip unravels and she rolls to a stop before stealthly moving through the apartment to the safe in the study, she had watched the apartment for three days for this, her fingers find the safe and she smirks taking the dial and feeling the way it unlocks under her fingers. She would think someone that is as careful as this guy would have a better safe. She pulls it open and grabs the memory stick, slipping it into a pocket on her belt then grabs the paper files and closing the safe, she cocks her head and pulls her gun and turning. There he stands, former director of SHIELD Nick Fury, in his pjs, well black lounge pants for pjs.