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[the-family-business-83]

Unexpected Calling – Part I

Masterlist - WIP

Fandom: Marvel

Prompt: A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in short change and a letter handwritten by a 9-year old girl.

Type: Series

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader's daughter (platonic obviously), Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, action, slight angst, might get smutty but idk yet

Warnings: Be prepared for some adult language! Nothing too crazy in this first part though, we're just getting started so that's my only warning for now.

Word count: 1.6k

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This post was Beta'd by @mariekoukie6661. Thanks a million!

A/N: Thought I'd throw my hand at a prompted fic! Hope you guys like it, I'll add a chapter directory and update as needed as the next parts are posted. So stay tuned 👀 Text dividers made by @firefly-graphics <3

Every morning is always the same when you're paid to kill. He'd been trying to be better about the whole actual killing part lately, but that didn't change his morning routine very much. He woke up to the sound of his alarm clock going off—yes, he still used one. If you asked for his reasoning, he'd tell you it's because it's less complicated and you can always count on it to work because it simply stayed plugged into the wall; in the event that the power went out? It had batteries for backup power, and you can't find that kind of peace of mind with just the alarms on your phone. He's still an old soul, sue him. He woke up at 6:45 am, on the dot, every morning without fail that way so it was rather effective.

After the blaring sound of his trusty alarm clock came the process of forcing himself out of bed and cleaning up for the day; shaving if necessary, freshening up, getting dressed, the works. This was generally when he'd change his appearance should the need arise, as well. But he didn't need to do that this morning and so he flicked the light to the bathroom off as he left the room when he was finished, heading out to his kitchen thereafter. The next step? Food. It was always 7 am sharp by the time he got done with his wakeup process, the only time that changed being when he added any extra steps in the bathroom. And breakfast was always simple: a cup of hot black coffee, sliced avocado, and bread toasted to perfection with an egg over medium to be dipped in. And it never failed to be a pleasant way to start his morning, usually followed closely after by a session of watching the morning news. He found it a good way to see what was going on in the area and across the country so he could plan accordingly.

If he didn't have a job, which by chance was the case today, he'd generally find any sort of quiet way to spend the rest of his morning; reading a book, cleaning up all his weapons, or a walk in the park if he felt like it. Today, he felt like it. And it was mostly peaceful, if you excluded the grating sound of car horns, tires squealing, and buses chuffing past. And of course, if you chose to ignore the rumbling from the subway, the people shouting either in their urgency to get to work or just simply because they were an ass, then it was really utterly plain and quiet to walk through Central Park. By this point Bucky had truly gotten used to it. He supposed in some ways it wasn't too much different from his home in the past. But that didn't mean he liked to spend too much time there anyway. So long as he got out and went back home just in time, he could skip the gradeschoolers and dog walkers that came around for the afternoon.

There had been nothing unusual about his day so far, and he liked that. He liked the rhythm of it all, and how it always went according to his carefully curated schedule. He began the process of unlocking his apartment door after making his way up to his floor, and pushed it open to take a step inside. Crunch.

What the helll...?

Bucky frowned as, seemingly, something sat under his boot and crinkled where he'd stepped, making the same sound again as he carefully pried his foot off. The poor, crisply folded, paper envelope that had earlier been slotted through his dead-drop, suffered a dirt-covered footprint but aside from that, it seemed harmless and intact as he picked it up to inspect it. A curious thing to find when you hardly get mail aside from the bills. What was even more curious was the contents within it, feeling a bit lumpy and—quite frankly—heavy for a letter-sized envelope. He closed the door behind himself with one hand, locking it once again out of habit while the other kept hold of the envelope. Moments later he flicked out a switchblade to slice it open revealing not only a handwritten letter but also $23.42.....Exactly. All in small change.

It was quite honestly the oddest thing he'd seen or received to date, and that was including the number of quite-literal backstabs he'd received, numerous other maiming injuries, and the odd encounters he’d had with a talking raccoon, tree, and robot...man…thing. To name a few. That was also including the number of odd jobs he'd been offered and peculiar payment methods he'd been given. Never had he come across such a specific payment with a letter that….upon further inspection….looked as though its penman couldn't be much older than 9 years old, at most.

'Dear mister,

My name is Rosie Jones. I am 9 yeers old. My mommy says you're vary good at helping people. Well, I need your help. Mommy also said you like to be paid for helping, so I broke my piggy bank open so you wood help us. Mommy doesn't know yet thoe, so please don't tell her.

My mommy dissuhpeered disappeered last night. She told me to hide and I did but now I can't find her and so I need your help mister becuz you're really good at finding people too, mommy said so. Please please help me find my mommy, I don't know what to do mister.

– Rosie'

"You've gotta be shitting me." He muttered to himself. The first question Bucky had, quite honestly, was how did this little girl even know who he was? Or where he lived? Not many people did, if any, truth be told. If they did? They were usually dead within minutes. It was one of many reasons that kept his renowned status intact. But here he was, sitting at his own table, with proof that some little girl knew both of those things. Frowning down at the paper and envelope of change, the assassin ran his hand back through his dark brown hair momentarily, processing what he'd just read. On one hand, it could be an elaborate trap. By all rights he had to assume it, considering the nature of the letter and the fact that a little girl of all people had written it. But on the other hand, there was a certain dedication there that he simply couldn't ignore. And some part of him couldn't help but at least look into it. So moments later, the man was pulling out his laptop and began searching for answers, anything that could give this little girl's story any sort of credit.

Much to his surprise? It checked out. Every last bit of it. There was a mother, connected to the Rosie Jones in question, who had gone missing under rather mysterious circumstances. "I'll be damned, mystery kiddo."

'Y/N Jones, aged 37, a single mother, was nowhere to be found the next morning after reports came in that a struggle and silenced gunshots were heard from the house that night.'

He probably could have gotten away with just keeping the money and letting it go. It was some little kid somewhere hoping for someone to hear her plea, he could get away with it. But it was that name…. he'd seen it before, he knew he had. In all fairness though, he really only remembered faces exceptionally well. Names didn't matter in the long run, names didn't tell him who he was shooting within a crowd of people. So why did it keep nagging at the back of his mind?...

Spoiler alert: he shouldn't have went digging. He should have just left it alone. But he had always been a curious mind and he was nothing if not thorough on top of that. Popping open the top to his bottle of whiskey, Bucky carefully poured out a favorable portion into a glass tumbler, before letting it down onto the counter as he heard an agreeable noise coming from his laptop to signal it had finished its task. Glancing over his shoulder, he sipped on his drink as he made his way back over to the table, having waited for what seemed like an hour to get the information he wanted. And the minute he looked at the screen was the very same minute he regretted it.

He knew that face.

He knew it like the back of his hand almost, he knew it the same way he knew the taste of bourbon or the sound of a .22 magnum. That was the face of Y/N Y/L/N and it was a face he had been trying to forget for years now. But most of all he knew it was a mistake to have even touched this with a ten-foot pole. Because now he had a target, he knew what the target looked like, and he had been paid in- well, maybe not-so-full, but in 9-year-old currency $23.42 was basically a million dollars considering it was all her savings.

In short?

He had to do it now.

He knew that. And it damn near made him groan at the prospect. Because this was going to be a long-ass job, and if he was going to ensure the rescue of that little girl's mother, then he needed to ensure that child's safety. The less leverage the 'enemy' had, the easier his job was. So as he sighed out, "Damnitall, this better be fuckin worth it kid," the hundred year old assassin finished off his drink and went about packing his things to take on a job that he never asked for, but knew damn well he was stuck with until it was over.

But at least if he had to go through with this, he was going to be damn sure he did it right, that was for sure.

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[aasterisck]

winter soldier x reader - part 3

I rest my head against the window of the car, Captain America sitting next to me.

"Can I just,"

"No,"

"But it'll be faster,"

"No (y/n)," 

"Fine,"

We arrive and we're sitting in a room, watching the monitor as Bucky gets asked various questions.

"Something's off," I whisper to Steve and he nods, I cross my arms, eyes glued to the doctor. 

Suddenly the power goes out, "No," I clench my fists landing behind the chamber Bucky is in. I stay quiet as I listen to the conversation. 

The doctor starts to say words and Bucky yells for him to stop, my head is pounding as I run towards the doctor, quickly kicking him in the stomach. I notice the doctor is talking in Russian before he stops to look at me.

"Two of you, fantastic," 

He's out of his restraints as he punches the glass, the doctor still speaking Russian, Homecoming? One?

"(y/n)! Get out of here!" the glass falls to the ground Bucky running towards me as I turn around.

"Freight car,"

I watch Bucky kneel down and I quickly follow, no longer controlling my own body as I stand up next to him looking straight ahead.

"Ready to comply," we say in unison and he smiles walking over to Bucky.

"Mission December 16, 1991," he asks and Bucky replies before telling us to create a distraction.

Everything happens and I can see it but I don't have control over it. I fight my own mind but nothing is working.

"I don't want to fight you,"  the man in front of me holds up his hand a glowing circle in it.

"Then don't," I throw a punch only to be sent flying back. I get up running towards the man but I stumble, someone else's bullet in my shoulder. 

I fall to the ground holding my shoulder screaming for help. As I wait for someone to come to my aid I look over at Bucky who nods understanding what it is I want to do, quickly I look away. The same guy with the glowing hand comes to my aid.

"(y/n)?"

"Don't know her,"

I grab his face and jam it right into my knee before kicking him back. Bucky grabs him and sends him flying, He ends up using his boost and softly lands. My arm is pulled and I run behind Bucky skipping steps to get to the roof, where a helicopter awaits us. 

Bucky sits in the pilot gets into the pilot's seat and as I run around I'm hit in the back by a shield, sending me to the ground. With a groan, I crawl to the other side, Bucky almost in the air. He opens the door dragging me into the helicopter. I hold my shoulder to try and prevent the bleeding. 

"Why aren't we moving,"

"Look," he says through gritted teeth.

He leans back for me to look through the window, "What the-" The man with the shield is holding the helicopter while also holding onto the helicopter pad, keeping it from flying away.  

I rest my head on the seat, before looking at Bucky, "Fly into him," I tell him and he hesitates before moving the helicopter stick towards the man.

We crash into the pad the helicopter spinning out of control before balancing. I try to kick my door out as Bucky punches his hand through the glass holding the man by the neck. I see the tail of the helicopter fall and I kick faster but the door seems to be stuck. The helicopter shifts and I feel it start leaning and then it starts falling. 

I continue to kick the door finally getting it off the helicopter. Dropping out of the helicopter and landing in the water below. The sound of the debris hits the water as I come up for air, not realizing a piece of the helicopter pad is falling until it's too late, knocking me out.

Slowly I open my eyes blinking a few times getting a sense of where I am. My legs are outstretched in front of me, my hands tied behind me. I clench my fists but nothing happens. Closing my eyes I try again, imagining where I want to be.

"Don't," the familiar voice in front of me stares at me, his silver arm under a press. 

Confused I furrow my eyebrows and he nods over to the opening, slowly I turn my head unsure of what I'll see. Taking a deep breath when I see Steve and Sam, dropping my head between my knees. Bucky finishes explaining why he's here and I've proceeded the lay down on the pavement tired from everything that happened before. Wait, what happened before? I quickly sit up frantically looking between Steve and Bucky. 

"Some things we never mentioned," Bucky nods over to me, "Her memories don't come back,"

"What else?" asks Steve walking over to me. 

"I can't heal like the rest of them do... If you haven't noticed," he removes the cuffs around my wrists. 

I massage them, clenching my fist to see the blue glow around them. 

"Yeah, but she can do that,"

They all stare at me as I place my glowing hand over the wound, having already removed my jacket and pulled my shirt down to reveal it. The stinging sensation makes me tap my foot as I close my eyes. Once done I let my body fall, my hand still over the wound. 

"Since she can't heal like the rest of us-"

"(y/n) drains her energy using her power," Bucky nods at Steve's words.

"How many super soldiers are there?" Sam asks confused by the whole situation

"Eight, I think," I mumble

"And they're all strong?" we all nod.

"Apparently HYDRA's best," 

"Including these two?" he points at Bucky and me, looking over at Steve. 

With a quick blink, I stand behind Sam, "Boo," 

"Oh, I hate you for that," 

Bucky and I laugh as I blink once again stumbling to the ground as I land back at the wall I was sitting against.

"Ha! That's what you get!" I stick my tongue out at him dropping my head as I catch my breath. 

"So how does it work (y/n)?"

"How does what work?" I ask my head still hanging as the world spins.

"I've seen you clench your fists but you didn't just now,"

"Oh," I open my palm to show him a glowing orb, flicking it in his direction so it lands at his feet, "I mean, I can teleport whenever, I don't have to do anything," I say now behind him, "I think it depends how far I want to go,"

"So if you went to the complex-"

I clench my fists so I'm there quickly grabbing water from the fridge before going back to wherever Steve is hiding us. 

"Yup, I can't just blink that one,"

"But you don't always teleport when you clench your fists," 

"Well, I think about what I want to do," I open my hand showing a blue orb, "I want to heal? I'll think about that, teleport? I'll think about where I want to go and I'll go there and so on," I sigh sitting back against the wall.

"What else can you do?" asks Sam

"Oh, this," with a snap Bucky is on the floor an electric current from his arm into his body paralyzes him, "Zap," I snap again and it stops. He glares at me, his jaws clenched and I feel my heart stop.

"If you don't keep your memories. How do you know Bucky hurt you?"

"Muscle memory?" I shrug with a small smile, my attempt at a joke being just an attempt. The world starts spinning again and I close my eyes, "They would send the currents through our brain if we didn't cooperate, removing our memories right?"

"Yeah," 

"Every time I misbehaved...or broke his arm, I would get sent there and then Bucky would beat the shit out of me," I shrug, "I don't think he meant it,"

"I didn't," I still can't look him in the eyes

"It was like I was programmed to mess him up," I press my lips together, "My brain didn't care about the consequences, as long as my target was down," 

"What is your..." Sam looks for the right words with his hands, "Thing, the hand thing what is it?"

"Electric,"

"Really?"

I nod, "I don't know how but that's what the serum gave me. Strength, electricity, and teleportation," 

"And combat," Steve adds

"That too," I point at him standing up, putting my jacket back on. "Now what?"

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[maddiehstar]

Becoming Active

Hiya! 

I’ve had this account for a while now, but I’ve never really posted anything myself, but that is about to change! Since I’m going to start writing a WS fanfic, I thought I’d use Tumblr to share it. Hope y’all will enjoy it :)

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[itsnotjustaphrase]

So yeah,

I’ve had this account for over a year to follow the fandoms once in a while and this is my first actual post. 

Thanks a lot, #klance. I now have so many things to say, you’re making me come out of the Tumblr closet. 

Might have helped that I finally confirmed my email, but you know. Priorities. 

Currently trying to move my fanfic from fanfiction.com to AO3. You can find me on fanfiction by the author name “wonderingwanderer”. I mainly work on a fic based on how I think a Black Widow/Winter Soldier movie should go. That I literally just updated for the first time in a year. 

Hence this post.

But I’m planning to write more, and in different fandoms. For fun. And because I can’t draw anything to save my life besides palm trees. Palm trees and stick figures and that one flower we all used to draw with the never-ending petals.

God bless the artistic folks on here.

But back to #klance. I don’t think I’ve ever shipped something as hard as I just shipppp it. S3 puts everything on such a natural track of progression. It sets up what could be either an epic friendship or an epic relationship, and whichever way Voltron LD decides to go, I feel honored to be along for the ride. Stories like that with fleshed out characters and in-depth plots are incredible.

So thank you, VLD fandom. Now I’ll never sleep again :/

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Remember When Poll

Hey Guys, I thought I would take a quick poll on what “Remember When” you might like next, so here are some options. The option with the most votes will get written as soon as possible!

1. Steve and Bucky reminisce about their first kisses

2. Natasha and Bucky remember when they first met

3. Bucky writes in his journal--remembers a historical event he was a part of (JFK assassination, fall of the Berlin Wall, Cold War, etc)

What is your choice?

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[the-bright-witch]

The Menace Assassin CH 3

"Agent Petrov." The woman with the blonde hair walked into the room with a bloodied lip and blackened eye. "I see you finally met him?" She walked over and stood next to me before responding to Pierce as she held a tissue to her lip. "And a couple of his friends." "Did you do it?" She nodded to which a sickly smile appeared on his face. "Well done." "What happens now?" My strong, clear voice echoed through Pierce's empty office style room. "Now?" He raised his eyebrows and a devious grin crept upon his face, "now we wait. You're both dismissed, enjoy your evening."                 *            *            * "So what's he like?" She asked with enthusiasm. "Stubborn. And frustrating and irritating and quiet...the list could go on forever." I spoke to my friend. Pierce only ever called her 'Agent Petrov' – rather impersonal and distant if you ask me – her name is Nastasia, he could try using it sometime! "Yeah? Is he as intimidating as everyone says?" The enthusiasm was still thick in her voice as she continued to question me on the man I had been forced to interrogate. "No. Far from it." I scoffed. "So how's the interrogation going then? Is he resisting?" "He did at first. But now he's giving me the information I want...whether he realises or not. A few more days with him and I'll have all the information Pierce wants." "And what is that exactly?" I turned to her and gave a cunning smile. "The Winter Soldier."                 *            *            * *Bucky's POV* The familiar sound of the metal door opening echoed throughout the room. Her clunking boots ricocheted off the walls as she came closer to my restrained body. "Same rules apply as before. I don't want to be here anymore than you want me here, so let's make this quick. Oh and don't forget; your spleen's next." "How long do I have to wear the restraints for? Are they that necessary?" She sat on a chair positioned across from mine before she spoke, "you're a captured soldier...therefore; restraints are certainly necessary." She gave me a stern look and slumped back in the chair. "Afraid I'll escape?" "I'm not. Quite frankly I don't know why they even bothered to bring you back, clearly you've been compromised." She scoffed. "However if you were to escape, I'd be the one who has to retrieve you, so I'd prefer it if you stayed put." She smiled rudely at me. "You're a good liar. You almost had me fooled." My monotone voice and straight faced expression told her everything. My eyes studied her every move, every reaction and every feature. Her face turned a subtle shade of red as she spoke, "what makes you think I was lying?" "Your eyes. They change expression when you lie." There was a seriousness that plagued my voice as my eyes were still trained on her. There was a thick silence that engulfed the cold room as we searched each other's eyes. She shifted slightly in her seat yet her gaze never faltered, nor did it change once. For a moment I thought I saw warmth flash in her luminescent aqua eyes, but I couldn't be certain. She leaned closer and the pools of water that stared at me gazed deeper into my soul. She took a deep breath through her slightly parted lips, "why aren't you resisting – fighting?" Her voice held a certain sceptical one. "There's no point. You'll get what you want in the end anyway, so why be difficult about it?" "But why?" Her eyes narrowed on mine as she stared intently at me. "Honestly?" She gave me an 'are-you-kidding-me' look and so I continued, "you intrigue me. There's something about you that I don't...understand...something I've never come across before. I can't explain it." I was confused at myself, at my own thoughts. And why, of all the things I could've said right then, why did I say that to her? Her face was cloaked in concentration as the silence surrounded us once again. She studied me, looking for a reply I suppose. She leaned back in her chair and said, "is that what you used to tell all the girls?" Her eyes begged me to bite back and her musing tone was antagonising. "I don't know what you're talking about." I tried to lie but the amusement made its way into my voice. "Sure you don't." She was enjoying this? A half smile fought its way to her face but she wiped it off quickly. I couldn't stop the slight smirk that etched itself into my sombre lips and eyes. "How about you come closer and I tell you." What am I doing?! "In your dreams Winter." She scoffed. "'Winter'?" The smirk was now full blown and the amusement permanent in my eyes. How does she do it? I thought I'd forgotten this side of me. "Quicker than saying the whole thing," she stated simply. She seemed to be relaxing around me with everyday she spent here, as though she was warming up to me – or should I say warming up in general. "I can't seem to figure you out," I gazed into her soul for a moment before continuing softly, "I want to though." My eyes fluttered away from hers for a moment and then ventured back once I found the courage. Me, The Winter Soldier, having to find courage...go figure. There as a silence again and a light rosy colour made its way to her cheeks for a short time before she spoke. "I know what you're doing. Trust me, it won't work." "Why? You secretly bat for the other team?" The smirk rose to my lips again. Where is this behaviour coming from?! "Would that excuse help your broken ego? I heard you were well liked in the forties. I wonder why that's not the case anymore..." I glanced at my metal arm and she continued with a nasty smirk, "oh yeah, that's right; you're a murderous man with a metal arm and a mask. People are scared of you." The amusement and playful attitude was now gone from her body and replaced with a vengeful hatred. "You aren't." I searched her eyes for a reason as to 'why'. "Because I know what they don't." "What's that?" "Your weaknesses." "That was a bad lie." She paused for a moment and gave me an amused and confused look. "You've been studying me haven't you?" "Nothing else to do in this place." "Good, then I have a job for you. If you're willing of course." A sickly sweet smile appeared on her lips. "What's that?" "Work on your pick up lines. It's not the 1940s anymore." He voice was flat and her face was straight and serious.                 *            *            * *Steve's POV* "And you're sure this is where she captured him?" Natasha pointed to a spot on the map. "Yes." Tony dragged his fingers along the screen and stepped back from the digitally projected map displayed in the middle of the room. "Hmm, so I'd say you have about a three to four kilometre radius of where they'd be then." "Wait a minute, where's the note from Pierce?" I handed Natasha the paper and she stared at it for a moment before she flipped the page. Her eyes squinted into thin, soft lines as she tilted the page backwards and forwards under the light. "I know where they are."                 *            *            * "We're going to need to be quick. There's a lot of them and I can guarantee Blondie and the Woman In Black will be waiting for us." Tony's voice echoed through the earpiece. "Everyone remember the plan?" "Yep," we all responded in perfect unison – just like a team should! Stop Steve, focus on the mission! "Good, then let's blow some shit up. Oops, sorry. I meant poo. Let's blow some poo up. We mustn't forget to watch our language!" I rolled my eyes and let a heavy sigh escape my lungs, "seriously?" "Well it's true, bad language is just completely unacceptable." "Boys, if you can't play nice you can't play together." Natasha said in a warning yet somewhat musing tone. "Yes Mommy Widow," was Tony's quick remark to which Nat chuckled. We headed for the compound, Tony – or should I say JARVIS – hacked into the database and 'paused' their cameras so we wouldn't be seen. We took out the guards in front of the facility and also the few we found on the way in. Sam and I were cautiously walking through the building trying to find Bucky when we came to an intersecting corridor. I checked both directions and saw no one coming so we continued. Tony's voice broke the silence that we were all surrounded by, "found anything?" "No, just lots of empty hallways." Natasha informed us. "Something doesn't feel right." The uncertainty was painstakingly clear in my tone as I expressed my concern to the others. "I have to agree with you Cap. Where are they?"                 *            *            * *Natasha's POV* My footsteps were light and silent as I journeyed down one dark hallway after another. My gun raised and ready to stop anyone of opposition. Seriously, why wasn't there anyone here? I came to a doorway that looked rather out of place. Most of the building looked run down and clinically metallic, but not this. It looked new and menacing. Terror, anxiety and courage washed through my body all at once. "I think I've found something guys." I opened the door quietly and cautiously not to draw any unwanted attention to myself. The opened doorway revealed a long hallway of doors – one after the other and all exactly the same. Except one. The familiar red star painted boldly and proudly against the black metal door hit my sight the second the door was opened. "I think I found him." My hushed and slow tone lulled through the microphone in the wrist piece on my clothing. "Where are you?" Steve's voice however was urgent and frantic. I explained my location to the three – overbearingly protective – men and they told me to hold my position until they reached me. Unfortunately, my curiosity got the better of me. I inched closer to the door and waited for a moment, hand hovering over handle as I mentally prepared myself for what could lurk behind. I reached for the handle but it clicked and the green light above it turned red. I heard the clunking of boots approach me and quickly spun on my heels. It was her. "You have someone that belongs to us, and I kind of need him back." Her eyes narrowed on mine and she rested her hand on the knife placed high on her hip. The black mask covered her features and the short black strands hung loosely around her face. Swiftly, she pulled the knife from its holster and flung it through the air aiming for my forehead. I quickly dodged it and ran for her, pulling the gun from its place on my body. At the same time she reached for hers and the ear piercing sounds of multiple gunshots bounced from wall to wall as we each shot at the other. Once we reached each other it was a full on fist fight, each of us landing some heavy blows on the other though neither of us slowed down or gave up. Moments later I swung my fist at her head and hit her square in her jaw; she threw a punch back but I ducked under it and stood up straight to kick her in the gut, putting all my weight and force behind it. She flew backwards and landed on the ground, doing a backwards roll before she knelt with her head down; her hair covered her face. Her right hand reached up to her mask slowly and stiffly before a click echoed through the room. The midnight dark mask flung off and landed in between my patient figure and her crouched one, splitting into two uneven pieces as it come into contact with the cement floor. Suddenly an excruciatingly loud warning siren screeched through the speakers in the hallway. She didn't move though. 'Blondie', as Tony had now named her, appeared in the hall behind the crouched assassin. "You coming?" Her voice was raised and enthused as she looked to the figure in front of me. The Menace Assassin turned, still crouched, in the direction of the blonde woman. She rose from the ground and began taking slow steps away from me. I reached for my gun and aimed for her bicep. Bang. She stopped and clutched her arm then turned to glare at me. My eyes widened in shock, confusion and horror. "No." I uttered. It can't be. She stared back for a moment before turning around and running away. "St-Steve? We've got a problem." I stuttered into the microphone

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