Unwanted Recruitment (SHIELD X Reader) *PLATONIC
Characters: SHIELD X Reader
Universe: Marvel, Avengers
Warnings: Mention of killing
Request: Shield x reader: The reader after 13 years as an assassin retires and decides to start a new life. They take all of the money they have earned ($96 million) However, shield has them as #1 wanted for years. After arriving at the train station the r is arrested by Clint. During the interrogation fury talks about how all the money (might) be taken away. Fury tells the r they have to work for them to get the money back
It had been a long time since you had felt relaxed and at peace. In fact, you couldn’t actually remember the last time you had felt like this. Usually when you were acting relaxed, you were actually working, and were in fact making sure your cover wasn’t being blown, and that things were going to plan. This time however, your only concern was catching your train, and it was the next one to pull in. You had your ticket, your baggage, and everything else you needed to start a new life.
This day was long awaited. The day you knew you could comfortably retire, and go live a normal life. You’d had an eye on a house in a small town away from all your previous business, where no one would know your face or name, no one will bother you, and you could pretend that the past 10 or so years had never happened.
The announcement came over the speaker for people to be careful as the train was approaching, and you waited patiently, waiting for the train to arrive. So close. As soon as you were on the train and it started pulling away, you’d be free. No more jobs. No more killing. No more blood. You saw the train coming in, starting to slow as it came into the station.
A hand rested on your shoulder, keeping you in place as the train came to a stop right in front of you. All calmness and peace came to a halt. You already had a good idea on whose hand it was. There’d been many attempts in the past to find out who you were- you were an assassin after all, and a good one at that, and anyone who saw your face would simply not live to give details. One of the main groups who had been trying to identify you was SHIELD, and they’d been hot on your tail. “Excuse me, can you come with me?” The man holding you asked, though you knew the formality was purely because you were in public and didn’t want to cause panic.
“...I don’t have a choice, do I?” You asked with a sigh, looking down at the ticket in your hands. “Please… please just let me go.”
“Sorry. I can’t do that.” He said, taking your arms and handcuffing you. All those plans- the house, the little town, the boring job with boring friends and a boring life- all gone.
You remained totally silent as the man- who you identified as Hawkeye as soon as you turned around- walked you out the train station to an armored car waiting, you being placed in the back, and driven away from your train to freedom. You could only watch through the barred windows as the vehicle drove you out the city and to the well known SHIELD Headquarters. As the vehicle stopped, you saw Barton come over, opening the door beside you, and you looked over at him. “Are you gonna behave? If not we’ll have to upgrade those handcuffs.” He warned as he grabbed your arm, pulling you out of the car. You didn’t fight back, letting him pull you into the building, also being escorted by other agents, until you reached a meeting room, where you saw two people waiting inside- a woman with her brown hair tied up, and a rather intimidating man with an eye patch, whose name you knew- Nick Fury.
“Thank you for coming without a fight, Y/N. Please take a seat.” He requested, which you did silently, facing him and the woman next to him. “We’ve been trying to track you down for a while now. I’m surprised you came here without resistance.”
“...I’m done.” You finally spoke.
“Pardon?” Fury asked.
“I’ve retired. I was getting on that train to retire from being an assassin.” You stated flatly. You kept your eyes on the table. You were angry. Of course you were angry, but again you understood that you’d have to face time behind bars- you were a murderer, whether paid or not.
“That would explain all the money that you had on you.” Barton commented. You sighed. They’d confiscated your belongings- meaning they had all your money. Was that legal? We weren’t sure, but since you were in custody and probably going to prison, it probably was. “How much is it, exactly?”
“3 million.” You answered. “I’ve been saving nearly ¾ of each of my payments from my job from the very beginning.”
“So this was always the plan? Work until you could retire completely?” Fury asked. You didn’t need to answer that- you’d technically already had. You simply looked up at him, annoyed. “Sorry to tell you Y/N, but we’re going to be holding onto that money for a while. However, that money will still be in your name.”
“Let me guess, I’m going to prison?”
“We’re not the police.” Fury reminded you. “Half of the Avengers team have a bad history, working for the wrong people and doing horrible things, including killing. We’ve had Barton and Romanoff examine your technique and possible motives and morality, and they think that you’d show compassion still, and can be rehabilitated.” He commented. You looked over at Barton, who gave you one of those grins you’d give to strangers in the street as you passed them. You didn’t like where this is going. “It’s because of this, that while you’ll be under house arrest, you’re going to become an Agent of SHIELD. You’ll be paid for your work, and the money won’t be from the money you’ve already collected, and after you’ve saved the same amount of people you’ve killed, you’ll be given your money back, and then if you want to, you can get on that train and you can go live a normal life.”
“You’re forcing me to be a hero?” You asked, receiving a nod in response. You sighed, thinking. How many people had you killed?... You killed on average one a week, there’s 52 weeks in a year… then you did it for 10 years… That’s a lot of people. At first it seemed impossible- another 10 years worth of work at least? But then you thought again. Saving people. You’d probably not be saving one person per mission, possibly groups of people, missions might be closer together, and the definition of saving someone gave you a lot of space. Hostage situations, escorting people to safety, defending… In your mind, it nearly halved the time at least. 5 years, and saving people is a lot less painful than killing. “Alright. Is there a contract we’re gonna sign to make sure we both stick to the deal and you don’t hold me against my will?” You asked. The woman stepped forward, sliding some sheets of paper over to you, and you started to read it to make sure everything matched what had been discussed.
“After you’ve reached your quota, per say, if you want to stick around then that’s fine, or you could become part time, or just on call for emergencies. You’ve got incredible skills, Y/N, it would be a shame for them to be wasted.” Barton spoke to you. You glanced at him as you finished reading the contract, seeing Barton offering you a pen, which you took, and you signed.
“I’ll think about it.”
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You can’t save everyone,
But if you don’t try it improve and learn ￼from your failures you shouldn’t even try,
Understand your limitations,
And try to overcome them,
If you can’t that’s okay,
It’s not shameful to ask for help,
Sometimes your emotions and mental health make you suffer,
But don’t use that as an excuse to justify making others feel the same,
And be accountable for your actions,
Hold your ground on what you believe in,
But be aware that sometimes you will be wrong,￼
It’s fine to believe that someone is a hero,
But don’t blindly follow them,
For they are human as well,
They are not perfect and will fall at times,
They may even be wrong sometimes,
And that’s ok,
But don’t pretend that they are still in the right,
The world isn’t black and white,
Every side is a different prospective that is worth listening to,
Both will be right and wrong at the same time,
So don’t just write the opposing side off without hearing them out first,
Compromises can￼￼ be made,
There are two different types of selfish,
The one where you only think about yourself at the expense of others,
And the type that you think of your health and happiness so you can be selfless,
It’s not wrong to step back￼ and focus on your self for awhile,
We all have our limits,
We just have to remember to try.￼
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