Eve of Destruction [Completed]

Not a People Person

   The blonde woman was covered by beautiful tattoos. Dressed in a black, revealing outfit, swirling a glass of whiskey in hand, yet no one was next to her flirting. Of course the building was run down, smelt funny and was filled by a rambunctious crowd that consisted of only criminals, but none of this was the usual deterrent. Unless you noticed the amount of blood on her face alongside the blade she twirled around fluidly. Five men came up behind her. She stared at them from the reflection on her glass. Dark green, hazel eyes filled with amusement at the obvious threat they tried to portray.
"Is that your name up on the Dead Pool?" One asked lamely,
She glanced up at the dirty chalkboard, seeing her stage name up there, written sloppily,
                                                                                              'STILETTO'
   The woman took a sip of her drink nonchalantly,
"Unfortunately, yes." She stated simply.
"Good." One grinned brightly, black rimmed teeth on display,
Before his large hand could touch her bare skin, she twisted around while gripping his wrist. Hauling him forwards while driving her fist into his throat. Crushing the man's windpipe. Causing him a suffocate slowly. The woman stood in a lax position, eyes filled with a lethal calm. Her blood stained hands were unclenched and showed no weapons were even close to her grasp. They saw the dagger she shoved into the battered wood of the bar counter. The blade still owning blood of her most recent kill. She raised a brow at them questioningly as they readied their knives. Hands trembling. Only for Weasel to stand in between them,
"Hey, you all know the rules! You can only kill someone in my bar if their name is on a Gold Card."
The remaining four looked pissed, but at her bloodthirsty smirk, they decided it was best to leave. Especially since their buddy finally stopped gasping for air and died. The silent crowd cheered loudly at that,
"Shit..." Weasel cursed weakly.
"Woo! Free Drinks!" A man dressed in red and black leather and armed to the teeth hollered happily.
Stiletto moved to sit back down when a deep voice asked casually,
"Is that how things usually go around here?"

She turned. A particularly nasty glare over took her features as she looked at the infamous African American man wearing all black, his one cold, dark eye trained on her and only her.
"Fury." She gritted out, gripping her now refilled drink, "What are you doing in a place like this?"
"Is that how you greet an old friend?"
"Friend," She practically growled, "Is a strong word. Now, tell my why you're here, or you will end up like my buddy on the ground here."
He sat down on the barstool next to her seat, yet she didn't sit down. Just let her fingers casually dance over the hilt of her knife in a minor threat. They both knew she could and would most definitely kill him if she didn't like what she heard.
"It's your brother."
She stayed silent, fingers stilling as something in her gaze showed her interest. He took that as a sign to continue,
"He's been...compromised, for a lack of batter words." Still she didn't say anything, "And I'm asking you for a favor."
She lifted a brow.
"I'll owe you one, if you come back into the field that is."
She kicked back the rest of her drink,
"Where do we start?"
Fury smiled faintly and started explaining everything to Barton's older sister, Eve.

Eve strode through the old gym with confidence, leather jacket hiding most of her tattoos but did nothing to hide her revealing, bloodstained clothing. Aviator sunglasses over her cold eyes. Studded heels clicking lightly against the floor as
she followed the light thuds coming from the boxing rig. She turned the corner to see a tall blonde punching away. His broad shoulders tense, head bent down. Sweat drenched the back of his white shirt.

She leaned on the closest wall, watching as he seemed to work through some pent up emotions. Each punch had more power behind it. Finally his last punch tore the bag open, ripping it off of its chain with enough power to launch it across the room. His shoulders heaving with every breath he took, slowly calming himself. The man went to grab another from the dozen he had laid out. Hanging it up before going at it again,
"Damn powerful punches you got there." She whistled. Twirling a butterfly knife fancily,
He quickly turned to face her, ready for anything. She looked over her shades. A tad bit amused at how tense he was, but she also saw the bags under his eyes as he turned to continue to box,
"How long have you had trouble sleeping, Captain Rogers?"
"I slept for seventy years, Ma'am. I think I've had my fill."
She sighed, clipping her sunglasses to her top,
"Then shouldn't you be out there, celebrating? Seeing the world or some shit like that?"
Finally he stopped hitting the bag. Walking over to the bench she leaned next to. Unraveling the tape on his hands.
"I went under, the world was at war, I wake up, they say we won. They didn't say what we lost." He stated bitterly.
Eve hummed in agreement, "We've made some mistakes along the way. Unfortunately, some fairly recently."
He looked up at her from his seated position,
"You here with a mission, Ma'am?"
"Only if you're interested." She shrugged again.
"Fury trying to get me back in the world?"
She let out a snort,
"Nah, the asshole is trying to save it. Here..."
She passed him the file on the Tesseract, along with other info on HYDRA's projects.
"Hydra's secret weapon." He murmured.
She nodded tightly,
"Howie Stark fished the fuckin' thing out of the ocean when he was looking for you. He thought what SHIELD thinks now, the Tesseract could be the key to unlimited sustainable energy. That it's something the world sorely needs and all that jazz."
"Who took it from you?"
"Dude called Loki. All I know it that he sure as hell ain't from here. There's a crap ton of things we'll need to speed you up on if you're in.The world has gotten even stranger than you already know."
He smiled politely at that, still a bit shook by the use of her crude words,
"Ma'am, at this point, I doubt anything would surprise me."
She smirked, "Wanna bet? Let's say...ten bucks, that you're wrong."
He turned and grabbing a punching bag, easily picking it up. She followed him out of the gym,
"By the way, there's a debriefing package waiting for you back at your apartment." She informed him, "And our ride to base."
He didn't argue against her going with him. She hadn't asked any stupid questions and her blunt attitude was refreshing.