(Book 2 of Series / Continuation of When Worlds Collide / Can be read as a stand-alone) Kore is a vengeful HYDRA agent that will do whatever it takes to watch the Avengers crumble. She allows HYDRA's scientists to turn her into the most deadly assas...
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~Two weeks later~
(Kore's P.O.V.)
The suit is deadly. Flashy. Beautiful. It's me. Just looking at it makes me feel powerful. I still couldn't believe. Tomorrow was the day. It's like I was in a museum, the assassins suit cased in an unbreakable glass box. There was a light shining down on it to give a more intense effect. I had the Director behind me watching my every move, studying me. I raise my right hand and let my fingertips drag along the cool glass. It's intoxicating, being so close yet so far to something you can't yet have. "Ty molodets, Kore. (You've done well, Kore.)" He comes up closer behind me. "Vy mogli delat', kak ya prosil, ne zadumyvayas', dazhe bez vliyaniya triggernykh slov, (You were able to do as I asked without hesitation, even without the influence of trigger words,)" he says. He inches closer. At this point, I can feel his breath on my neck. I press my entire hand against the glass, never taking my eyes off the suit. I don't want to. His next words are barely a whisper. "I vam udalos' sozdat' kazhdogo iz Mstiteley za mesyats. (And you managed to frame every single one of the Avengers in a month.)" The memories of my missions and the people I impersonated flood my thoughts. Iron Man, Hawkeye, Thor, even Captain America. I attacked multiple landmarks, like the Golden Gate Bridge, the Taj Mahal, and the Notre Dame Cathedral. Countries all around the world resent the Avengers now, and all it took were some diversions and a few disguises.
"Kogda ya uydu? (When do I leave?)" He straightens his posture and places his hands on my shoulders.
"Zavtra utrom. No snachala ya podgotovlyu tebya. (Tomorrow morning. But first I have some training for you.)" He snaps his fingers and I'm handing a pair of spandex and a sports bra. I sigh. This means I'm going to be running. "Vstretimsya na trasse cherez pyat' minut. I ya by ne khotel, chtoby ty opozdal. (Meet at the track in five minutes. And I'd hate for you to be late.)" I immediately hurry to my room and strip off my leggings and long sleeve shirt, scrambling to put on the tight fabric and struggling to put my hair in a small ponytail. It's still choppy and jagged, but it's not like I had scissors to fix it. I nearly trip down the hallway as I sprint to get to the track. This is going to be hell.
~The next day~
Yeah, it was hell. But as undoubtedly tired as I was, I wasn't able to sleep. The thought of being able to finally get revenge gave me too much of an adrenaline rush to relax enough. So I stayed up all night, thinking, training, remembering what was taken from me. And when the door opens for a guard to retrieve me, I'm already walking out the door. No words exchanged, not even a glance in their direction. My attention is solely focused on today. The suit is still encased when I enter the room and the Director is standing next to it, a tablet in his hand.
"Ty spal, kak ya tebe govoril? (Did you sleep like I told you to?)" He asks. My expression is hard, determined as I stalk towards the suit.
"YA mogu spat', kogda ya umru, (I can sleep when I'm dead,)" I retort. My trail stops when I'm in the exact same spot I was yesterday, looking up at the suit that's perched on the manakin. "Davay sdelayem eto. (Let's do this.)"
