The Assassin

The Spy

I roll my shoulders back as I watch through my scope the movement on the roof. My targets today have a mission of their own.

The red hair of Agent Romanoff, the legendary Black Widow, flashes in the sunlight as she joins Agent Barton on the edge of the roof. 

S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents are posted on the nearby roofs but they have no idea I'm here. 

I honestly have no idea what the acronym stands for, all I know is I'm supposed to take out some of their agents. Most shooters wouldn't even consider taking a shot from this far away. That works in my favor.

I brush my dark brown hair out of my face and load the first bullet. Looking through the scope again I see Agent Barton, or as they call him, Hawkeye, notch an arrow and pull the bowstring 88taunt. Agent Romanoff cocks her gun and they both aim at some unsuspecting target. 

At the same time they fire and far down on the street two people collapse in the middle of what they were doing. 

Now is the time to make my move. I load a bullet, engraved with one word, 'Huntress' , a personal touch. I checked my aim once, training it on his side, where it would miss all vital organs and fire. 

Davis twists and falls to the ground.

Captain Rogers rushes out toward them. A smirk crosses my features, this was another target I was assigned to eliminate. How lucky, like what was the American term, killing two birds with one stone? Yes, that was it. 

It seemed almost too easy but I loaded another bullet and took the shot. This bullet enters his torso, also avoiding vitals. Captain Rogers soon joined his friend on the ground.

As I was loading another bullet to take down my last target I felt a sharp pain in my arm. I'd been shot, Agent Romanoff must be as impressive as they say.

By the time I had assessed my wound and wrapped it in a piece of my shirt to control the bleeding the Black Widow had them both inside the building and out of my sight. I knew I had to leave quickly before they came to investigate this rooftop.

Inwardly I cursed myself for not staying hidden and for not taking out the biggest threat first. An amateur mistake. This would end in trouble. I just knew it. 

Using a few Russian words that I would not usually use I disappear once again.

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Unfortunately Hydra has been catching up with me so staying under the radar is becoming more difficult, now that people are on the lookout. 

Somehow I make it back to my small shack like house without being seen or caught. I bandage my wound, which is luckily just a graze and doesn't have the bullet embedded into it, and fall into bed. 

My alarm systems are up so I should be able to sleep soundly for now. I'm asleep almost as soon as my head touches the pillow.

My arm aches as I force myself out of bed, but now is no time for weakness. Now I need to strategically plan on what to do next. 

My employers have to be gotten rid of, or my life and all of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent's lives are all but over. Hancock's and mine for sure.

The most logical thing to do would be to hide until the threat is over and to let the agents at S.H.I.E.L.D. work it out and dispose of the threat. But that would also be the cowardice option. I'm not a coward.

I have two options left, work alone and hope that none of the agents deter me and that I can get rid of my employers on my own or ally with the woman who's comrades I had just shot.