Mission For Immortality
Peter Parker x Hydra! Reader (Soulmate AU)
Synopsis: You’re an agent at Hydra, the next Winter Soldier, and soldier meant for eternity. There’s one issue: your soulmate.
You watched the beautiful drawings appear on your arm, but you weren’t the one drawing them. You were so lucky you had an artistic soulmate, but they had the worst soulmate imaginable.
You lived in a world full of soulmates, but there were two ways to find them, and how to know they were the one.
1.Whatever you drew on your body, would appear on your soulmate’s body too.
2.When you turned 18, you would stop aging, and when you met your soulmate, you’d start together, and if they died before you, you would stop, waiting for your next potential soulmate.
You secretly worked for Hydra, born into it. They claimed that you were their best soldier since the Winter Soldier.
There was only one problem: your soulmate.
Hydra wanted you to eliminate your soulmate, so you could live forever, serving them to the best of your ability. You never wanted to do it growing up, it had been explained to you when you were only nine, before your first mission.
But now, you had turned into a ruthless killer, a monster even, and you didn’t care if you had to kill anyone, let alone your soulmate.
Your parents were in charge of the Hydra base where you were currently stationed. Did you love your parents? No, for you, there was no room for love in your business. Did they love you? You had no idea. They never showed any signs of loving you, only harshness and criticizing behaviors.
That wasn’t the thing you were worried about the most though. Today was your 18th birthday, the day you were supposed to kill your soulmate. They wanted you to be in the prime of your life, the most fit and sharp you’d ever been. You weren’t nervous, regretful, or even worried about your mission. You were worried about your performance.
You sat in the cell Hydra had lent to you, just until the mission was over, then there would be no time for staying in one place, you’d be on the run.
There was an instructor sitting in the room, watching your arm tracking everything your soulmate wrote.
“Now, ask them where they live,” the instructor ordered, throwing a sharpie at you. You caught it, and uncapped it, writing above the drawing your soulmate just completed.
Where do you live?
You looked at your arm expectantly. The instructor glared at you as you examined your arm.
Queens, New York, you?
You looked up at the instructor. “Queens,” you stated, and he snarled at you.
“We’ll fly you there now, and train on the way there, you don’t know who you’re going to face,” he barked, and you looked at him.
“Why do I have to worry about who I’m going up against? Who could honestly beat me?” You replied, almost cocky, but it was true.
“Just shut up and follow orders!” He yelled and exited the cell.
You looked at the question in blue ink on your arm. You sighed, and uncapped the sharpie again.
Same! Wanna meet up?
You knew they were still watching you even though the instructor had left the room. This was your mission. This was your job. This was your duty.
There was a small part of you who knew none of this was right, who knew you should’ve left Hydra, but the new, ruthless you took over, shoving the small part down.
Sure! That’d be great! Delmar’s Deli? 4?
You looked at the camera, “Delmar’s Deli, 4 o’clock,” you deadpanned, and waited for them to tell you they were ready.
Your cell door slammed open, causing you to straighten your spine. A different man stood in the doorway this time, glaring into my gaze.
“Lady Whisper, we’re ready, follow me and I’ll lead you to the plane. There’s civilian clothes for you in there. Up. Now,” he ordered, and you stood up, waiting for him to exit.
He walked out without a word, and you followed, keeping you head high, and your back straight, show no signs of weakness.
He led you to a small jet on the roof, grunting in the direction of the plane. You got the message, and strutted over to the entry stairs.
You walked calmly up the stairs, and felt the cool air of the jet hit you. You glanced at the dried blood on the walls, and scoffed. Hydra might’ve been an underground agency, but they could’ve at least cleaned up after themselves.
You took a seat on a tattered and scratched chair, and awaited further instructions. The door to the jet closed, and a woman dressed in civilian clothes emerged.
She had a pile of clothing in her hands, and threw them at you. “Get up, and get dressed, you’ll have to blend in,” she explained. “When you are finished, you will come out here, and we’ll explain the rest of the details.”
You walked into the bathroom, just because you were ruthless, didn’t mean you didn’t like a little privacy once in a while, well, how could you have any? There were eyes everywhere.
Picking up the shirt, you cringed, and stripped out of your black, skin-tight suit. You slipped the blue sweater over your head, and grabbed the black leggings. These were better.
You slid the leggings on, and took out your braid, running your fingers through you hair.
For a moment, you were in one of your childhood dreams, dressing up as a character for a play, putting on an act.
But this wasn’t a play, this was real, and dreams were diminished the second they resurfaced.
You were playing a pawn piece, in an all-too real game.
You exited the bathroom, and saw a pair of black ankle boots residing where you were previously sitting.
You took a seat, and pulled off the flats you had been wearing, exchanging them for the boots.
You had just finished zipping up the left boot when the woman came back into the cabin.
“Ahh, I see you found the boots,” she nodded.
“Well, you put them right in my spot, how would I not have seen them?” You retorted, bitterly.
“Watch your mouth Whisper,” she snipped, and you bit back your response. “Anyways,” she pulled out two bobby-pins, and held them out. “You’ll have to wear these in your hair, get it out of your face.”
You complied, and put the pins in your hair, forming a x shape, pulling the hair out of your eyes.
“We’ll be in Queens soon, be ready,” she responded.
“Well, excuse me,” you spat the manner, “but you haven’t explained the mission yet,” you raised your eyebrows at the woman.
“Right, sorry,” she shifted awkwardly. “First, you’ll find out what your soulmate is wearing, and then you’ll locate them. Afterwards, you will bring them to the nearest park, and kill them there, hiding their body in a bush. Remember, this must be done as quickly as possible. And no emotion. Sharp, clean mission,” she finished, and walked back into the cockpit.
Sighing, you opened the latch in front of you to reveal an array of weapons. A knife to the throat would work well, make less noise than a gun. You confirmed your mental decision, and reached for the sharpest and smallest knife you had. You slipped it into your bra strap, making sure it wouldn’t cut you.
For the rest of the ride, you stared straight ahead, your mind wandering, never staying on one topic for too long, in fear of attachment.
When the familiar lunge of your stomach, you knew the plane was descending.
You waited patiently until the plane landed, a clear area in the woods, workers running around aimlessly. You stood up, and waited for the door to open.
The capsule door finally clicked open, and you stepped out, not expecting a six foot drop. You landed in a crouching position, and walked to the transport car, you heart suddenly pounding against your chest.
Why was this happening? This never happened in other missions, easy in, easy out. Why was this one different?
Maybe because you’re about to murder the one meant for you!
The small, good part of you yelled in your head. You closed your eyes, and press the voice down, your heartbeat slowing to slightly above its normal rate.
The car drove forward, and you didn’t even pay attention to the driver, it was none of your business, better to keep their identity a secret, the less information you knew, the less could be forced out of you.
You drove for a few minutes, and arrived at a bodega on a corner. You examined the little shop, and took a deep breath. You glanced at your watch 4:00, it was game time.
You stepped out into the Queens air, and walked briskly into the bodega.
The bell above the door rang, and you started fake smiling, smiling is what your character, a normal teenager about to meet her soulmate, would be doing.
You glanced around the shop, and your eyes met with a pair of chocolatey doe eyes from across the room. You had never seen you soulmate, never known their gender, you didn’t know anything about them.
But you knew this was him.
Your breath caught in your throat, and you started approaching the boy.
A mission. Mission. Mission. You repeated over and over again in your head.
Love. Love. Love. Love. You felt the pure part of you scream from the depths of your conscience. You continued smiling, and the boy smiled right back.
This time, you didn’t push the pure part away, and you could feel it taking over your body. Is this the effect soulmates had on you? You hadn’t even spoken to the boy yet.
You took a few small steps so you were in front of the boy, a giddy smile on your face, you didn’t know if it was genuine or not.
You were standing inches apart now, somehow coming closer together.
“I-I’m Peter, P-Peter Parker,” he smiled, and you smelt his intoxicating scent.
“I’m (Y/N),” you felt your real name leave your lips like jelly.
He smiled again, and your heart flew out of your chest.
“Whisper, do you copy?” You heard the earbud screeched into your ear.
“I- “ you took the bud out of your ear, the boy staring at you in confusion.
“You good?” He lifted his eyebrow, and you melted all over again.
“I-I’m perfect,” you smiled, and looked into the boy’s eyes.
You had failed your mission.
And you were okay with it.
Heylo! Thank you all so much for reading! At the moment, I’m reuploading all of my past fics because Tumblr’s a bitch, so likes and reblog are appreciated! Only if you want to though! Thank you all so much! Love ya!🥰😍❤️