No Survivors
A/N: For the lovely @superhero-landing.
Word Count: 1.2k
Pairing: F! OC Evelyne "Snake" Gray x Moot! OC Valkyrie (platonically)
CWs: Inaccurate military everything, canon-typical violence, torture, blood, manipulation, Evelyne is a little shit, and so is Val, friendly banter, talk of shitty dads, shitty-dad-and-brother slander,
Summary: While stationed in Oslo, Norway, Evelyne meets someone she'd never expect; a non-military assassin, contracted by the CIA for a capture or kill operation. After a successful mission, the two go to a nearby pub to celebrate, and to talk shit about their family.
December, 2018
"I still don't understand why we couldn't just do this ourselves."
"Suck it up, Snake. You’ll be working with a vigilante, if you will, to assist in the operation. You and this person are the only ones able to kill on Norwegian soil."
"Vigilante, Kate? Is the CIA too good for their own?"
The woman laughs, “No, but trust me, this person is worth it Snake.”
Evelyne sighs as the helo lands, Havoc grinning wickedly at her. She glares back, standing up. When the ramp lowers, she’s met with the face of a bleach blonde, dressed in all black. Their eyes scan around, and she almost looks bored to be there.
“Bloody fucking hell,”
“You’re Snake?” They stare back at her, baffled.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Evelyne mumbles, while Havoc laughs his off next to her.
"Nice to know you haven't gotten yourself killed, Val."
Val rolls his eyes at the agent. "Don't get your hopes up,"
Evelyne gawks at Marcus, "You know this, this poor excuse of a mercenary?"
"Hey! I have feelings too, you know."
"Eh," Marcus shrugs, "talk to 'em 'bout knives and buy 'em a drink an' they're fine. Keep 'em occupied and you'll be good for life."
Snake goes to reply, but a harsh voice cuts her off.
"Target lands in less than 2 hours, move your asses."
Snake adjusts the straps of her vest, tightening them when needed. She confirms her the amount of magazines she has, and re-laces her boots. She looks up through her dark lashes when another set of boots come into her sight.
"Nervous?"
Snake scoffs at Val, "No, I'm making sure I can cover for your ass when you panic."
They laugh, "Keep telling yourself that, Snakie," and then walks away.
"I'm gonna kill this bitch," Evelyne sneers as Marcus walks by.
"Sure you will,"
"Eyes ahead, 12 o'clock, target spotted."
Snake switches off her comms, focusing her scope on the target, an old Army Colonel that went rouge.
"Prepare to engage, Snake hold your fire. Val with me"
"Copy that Havoc."
She watches as Havoc crosses over the deserted road, Val trailing opposite of him. The target unknowingly walks right in the path of Val, who grabs the man by the jacket and slams him to the ground.
Shit, she was going to blow this mission. Or so Snake thought, until Val shoved a needle in the mans neck right after, causing him to fall limp in their arms. Havoc looks just as confused as she feels.
Val looks at Havoc, and then in the general direction of Snake, confused as to why they were both silent. "Are we getting the information or not?"
Sweet jesus, this person is something else.
Snake threw her vest in the corner of the room, next to Havoc's and Val's. Interrogation didn't need protection, for her at least. Not so much for the other guy. She watches as Havoc straps the man down to the wooden chair he found in the safe house.
Valkyrie picks at their nails in the corner, somehow bored again.
"Hey My Chemical Romance, you gonna stand there or are you going to help me get the coordinates?"
Their eyes seem to light up as they nod, marching for the door. Snake flicks the light on to the single bulb in the safe house's basement, revealing the man in question, his head hung low on his chest. Marcus pushes off the concrete wall.
"All yours, Snake."
Evelyne nods at him as he passes by, turning back to Val.
"Ever done something like this before?"
"Normally I just kill them on site, I don't like dealing with their bitching."
Snake snorts, pulling on a pair of latex gloves, "well get some ear plugs, there's about to be some begging."
"No, absolutely not, I'm not going in there Snake."
"You're a fucking skyscraper, how the hell are you afraid of a sketchy bar?"
Marcus looks at her as if she grew four heads, which she didn't, duh.
"How many people have died here?"
Evelyne pretends to count on her fingers, smiling when Marcus curses at her in German, walking back towards the hotel Laswell booked for them. Evelyne turns to Val.
"Don't tell me you're too chicken, emo."
Val shrugs, "Do they have good beer? Hot bartenders?"
Evelyne groans as the cold beer runs down her throat, soothing the ache of having argued with the man mere hours ago. Val sits in the booth across form her, ogling the plate of ribbe and sour cabbage on the table.
"Not gonna eat itself, Val, dig in."
He looks at her, back at the plate, and the shoves a piece of the crispy pork in their mouth, eyes widening at both the crunch and the taste.
"Ho' you fin' this plac'?"
Evelyne chuckles at Vals mumbles through a mouthful of pork.
"My dad was here every night getting wasted, and I had to drag his ass home."
"Wait, you had a shitty dad too?"
Evelyne places a stack of banknotes on the table, sliding out of the booth, pulling Val with her.
"Where are we going-"
"To see the lights, I haven't seen them in almost half a decade, I'm not missing out."
She drags Val out of the bar behind her, coming to stand in the courtyard, others gathering around the two. The lights are a perfect mix of brightness and color, but aren't overbearing on the eyes. Evelyne cannot help but speak of the tales her grandmother used to tell her, before she left Oslo.
"They say that these lights are what attract the sun to return after winter, that if we didn't celebrate them, that we would be stuck in darkness for eternity."
Val looks over at her, their lip twitching, "quite the poet, aren't you Snakie."
"Call me the new Shakespeare."
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