#but that's just stupid and I need to stop getting fake passports to flee my fandoms

[21st-century-daydreamer]

This Stupid Little Thing Called Life. pt.2

Summary: 6 teenagers got kidnapped while on a trip across Europe. The reader finds out that it’s not just a usual kidnapping. That the world is not what she thought it was. The mundane girl got swept into the world S.H.I.E.L.D and H.Y.D.R.A.

Word Count: 3,731

Warnings: A little makeout, violence.

Pairing: Eventual Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, OC x Reader, Avengers x platonic!Reader

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Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

We manage to find some money with Vincent’s pickpocketing skills. At first, I thought we could go to the police, but we’re not sure who to trust anymore. Vincent found us a little motel for us to sleep in. We decided that we would take watch, he offered to be on the first watch but I told him that he’s done enough already and he needs to rest. I couldn’t sleep anyway. Don’t get me wrong my body felt like dying but I just can’t bring myself to close my eyes. 

I sat on the twin bed that was closer to the bathroom staring at the mold invested celling, the realization that we’re out just hit me, but it doesn’t mean that they won’t go after us. From now on we’ll always be on the run. The sooner I accept that the better. I got up from my bed wondering what had changed from the world after two whole years. I peeked from the window and realized that I can’t really see the changes in a small town. 

The sun had started to set and I could finally see the sunset again after two years, it’s things like this that I took for granted when I was free. The fresh air of the morning and the stars at night, I never thought how special they were until now. Tears escaped my eyes and in no time I started sobbing, out of happiness and pain at the same time. Suddenly the light started to flicker and out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the coffee table started floating. I turned around and every furniture in the room is floating and there was a blue hue or some kind of mist in the air. I gasped and all the furniture all fell down with a loud thud, thank God it wasn’t too high otherwise I could break all of them. But the thud woke Vincent up, “What the hell? Was there an earthquake?” he said groggily still half asleep. 

“It was me, sorry...” I whispered. He sat up and rub his eyes, finally realizing that my eyes were bloodshot red. He walked up to me and cup my cheek with his hand. “Hey, we’re out. We’re safe.” he smiled softly. His hands were rough, I looked up to his brown eyes and felt safer for some reason. “They’ll come for us..” I said softly.

“I know, but I won’t let them hurt you again. Never again.” He pulled me into a hug. I stayed right there for a while, I haven’t been treated with such soft and gentle touches in 2 years, it was always pushing, beating, etc. I figured it was the same for him.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” I pulled away first. 

He giggled “Right I forgot about that...” he continued “Well, it’s just that I was super tired and stuff you know.” 

I found a towel and in the wardrobe, I haven’t even grabbed it yet but I can already smell the unpleasant smell of cigarettes. Why the hell does the towel smell like cigarettes? Well, I need to work with what I got so cigarette towel it is. The bathroom was not so bad, considering the price of this place. I turned on the shower, and I take back what I said about the bathroom being not so bad. 

Even though I set it on hot, the water was ice cold. I shrieked and almost slipped in the shower. I heard the door burst open and the panic voice of Vincent, “Y/N? You okay?” thank God for the shower curtain. “Yeah sorry, turns out the hot water doesn’t work.” I sighed. “Did you break the door?” I asked him.

“No, you forgot to lock it.” Oops. “I’ll leave you to it then.” and he left.

Vincent was sitting on the edge of the bed when I got out of the shower. After we’re done cleaning up we realized that the only clothes we had were the one that we just stole on the way up here.

“Vincent we need to earn money and clothes and food. How are we gonna do that?” I asked him while sitting cross-legged on my bed.

“Like we just did, I’m gonna get us some clothes, and food and maybe burner phones and laptop.”

“You gonna steal all that?” I asked him.

“Well, we can’t exactly get a job can’t we?”

The next few weeks Vincent and I survived on stealing stuff. He taught me how to do it. On the second week of being out, Vincent already found a way to get us fake ids and some fake passports. Over those few weeks, we learned more and more about each other and we become closer. Vincent was an ex-military, he said that he got a better job offer from a private organization, that’s why he’s so good at this stuff. Well too good, his fighting skills and body counts piqued H.Y.D.R.A’s interest on him. That’s why they want him for the experiment. I couldn’t really judge for the body count part, considering I killed my own friends' and multiple other people that they threw at me. And in between our free times, he told me to learn to control my powers and we have a lot of free time. It’s not like we can go out and explore, we won’t risk it.

Tonight Vincent thought we don’t need to get out again because we got enough money for a couple of days to buy food and pay the room rent. Russia was cold at that time of years, I was freezing my ass off underneath a useless blanket. “You know I have higher body heat than most people,” he said. I contemplate for a second whether it’s gonna be awkward or not if went over to him. Fuck it I’m not freezing my ass off.

I went over to his bed and got under the cover. When I was doing so I realized that his hair was shorter, “Did you cut your hair?” I asked.

“Yeah, I found a pair of scissors,”

“You look great.”

I was still sitting down when I stopped moving, hoping that he got my signal that I don’t know what I should do.

“Here...” he pulled me down and put my head on his chest and his arms circle around me. He’s right, I’m so much warmer now. “Thank you.” I titled my head to look him in the eyes, and in that split second his eyes went to my lips. I didn’t realize what was going on until he planted his lips on mine. My mind went blank but I didn’t pull away. After a few seconds, I started giving in to the kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft against mine. We move in sync and it became more and more desperate as each second passes. He licked my lips and I opened my mouth letting him in. I let out a quiet moan as he did, and he flipped us so that he was hovering over me. His mouth went to my neck and I couldn’t think straight anymore because of his lips and his hands roaming around me.

“Hello, excuse me.” We heard a knock on the door and that’s when we were snapped out of it. He got up and walked towards the door with a gun in hand. How did he even get that? He puts his body to cover the gap from the door. 

“How can I help you?” he asked.

“I think I accidentally bumped into your car when I parked outside, do you wanna take a look at it? I will pay for the damage,” he said with a thick Russian accent. “Yeah no it’s fine... just leave it be. Good night.” he closed the door and turned around “We need to leave.” he whispered. “Wha-” he puts his finger on his mouth silencing me and he put it to his ears, signaling that someone might be listening. “Listen that guy knocks on our door and miraculously knows that we speak English? Even though we’re in a small town in Russia and the car that he mention has a Russian plate? They found us.” I jumped out of the bed a put on jeans and jackets as fast as I can. I grabbed the duffel bag filled with things that we need on the run from the table. Vincent said that our thing must always be inside this bag so that if we ever need to flee we can do it in seconds. Our bathroom has a small window that can fit us individually but we need to work together, it’s situated pretty high on the wall. We escaped through there. We ran from the back and decided to go to the train station, We bought a ticket to a bigger city so that we can flee Russia from there. On the station, Vincent spotted some sketchy guys but we manage to avoid them.

We decided to stay in Vienna, we were pretty hidden there. Vincent did some dirty work here and there and manage to have enough money to rent a small apartment. It’s pretty basic the mattress was on the floor and we didn’t really have any furniture, we just had the ones that came with the apartment.  With our fake credentials, we manage to get a job at a small underground club, 90 Proof. Vincent got a job as a mechanic. A few weeks into this job I realized that this job has its perks. The people that go here are not exactly ‘normal’, turned out that this club is just a cover for crimes syndicate activity from drugs, prostitution, and last but not least illegal human experimentation. One of the names that were circling around was Dr. Grerad Guirera. It wasn’t hard on collecting information off of drunk patrons. But no one really knows where he is. In 90 Proof I met with someone that would offer me jobs of heist even assassination, anonymously. After a couple month, I made a name for myself. They call me The Zircon. I don’t really know why, but I’m guessing it was because of the blue hues. I kept this a secret from Vincent, thinking that he was finally settling down after all the bullshit we went through. Little did I know that the mechanic was just a cover.

I was given instruction to take a package that was left by one of my client's men at the club. They told me it will be ready at 2 AM. But because I work there, I was already present when the drop happened. It was Vincent. I dragged him and the package to the bathroom, “Hey sweet...I was just visiting you at work, Surprise.” He smiled.

“Cut the bullshit, you’re working for one of my clients?”

“Clients? I thought you’re only a bartender?” I glared at him.

“And I thought you’re a mechanic.”

“Cats out of the bag now.”

“We’re gonna have a little talk at home.” I took the package and left.

“I’m dating the Zircon?” Vincent smiled to himself.

After my shift, I went home and had a very needed conversation with Vincent. “I’m doing this to get to Doctor Asshole, babe. That’s it. I want him to pay for everything he did.” I told him. He was pacing around the living room, back and forth. “Can you stop that. It’s giving me a headache. And technically we’re even, you also lied to me about your job.”

“Yeah, I heard what you did. I know you’re kicking ass or whatever, but you’re gonna get yourself killed.”

“Maybe you’re forgetting that you are not the only one who got training in that facility. I can do this. The sooner we get to him, the sooner I stopped all of this.” I wanted to settle down more than anything, but I couldn’t rest until he’s dead. Not only because of my grudge against the asshole but he won’t stop hunting us.

“Fine! But I’m coming with you with every mission.” he proposed.

“NO! My clients ask for one assailant, not two. What if words get out that it was two? What about the guys you’re working for. I don’t have any loyalty to anyone, but you do.” For me, mercenary work is better, no strings or loyalty shit.

“I’ll kill them, they’re asshole anyway,” he said simply with a smile.

“You can’t kill an entire cartel or whatever they are. Are you insane? If even one escape-” he cuts me off.

“Sweets,” he pulled me in his embrace. “You’re forgetting that you’re not the only one with powers here.” He smirked. That smirk of his, I can’t help but smile.

“Fine... you cannot let even one escape.” He nodded. “And do it after I got the payment alright?”

“If I’m going to kill them we might just steal from them too right?”

“Careful okay... If you die, I’ll kill you.”

“What?” He laughed and gave me a peck.

And afterward, we got a lot of resources and ammo. We started working together and started receiving clients from the web. We’ve been taking missions that might lead to doctor asshole but nothing ever came out of it.

2011

After years of doing those shit, our name was a household name in the underworld but we’re getting frustrated. Vincent got more and more ruthless with every kill, he no longer has any regards for civillian casualty. For him, they’re just collateral. He’s no longer the man that I loved. But who am I to judge, I’m not exactly a saint myself. I’ve lost count to how many body counts I have. I didn’t only kill men but women too. Vincent is rougher now, in every way possible. Not that I’m complaining but I’m worried that this was permanent. I know that blood lust is a dangerous addiction and hard to cure.

The more our name got out there, the more people know. Words on the street is that some big organization was looking for us. All I got was the name, SHIELD. Vincent and I got an assassination mission, our opening was a charity gala in Germany that our target threw. He was the head of a technology company, George Benn. I guess he had an enemy in the business.

“Why can’t we just blow the whole place up?” Vincent said while munching on his chips. “We can’t because that means more casualty and more investigation on shit that means...”

“More exposure for us” he finished my sentence. He laid on his back on the hotel bed. He let out a long sigh. I moved from the table and straddled him, “Why the long face baby?” I asked him. 

“I just wanna kill him, for everything that he did to you...” he looked up at me. “You know what I wanna kill all of his friends everyone he holds dear...”

“Vincent they’re innocent, Guirera did this,” I asked him with concern.

“I want him to feel what you feel.”

“I know, but they don’t deserve it.” he thinks that he’s doing this for me, but what he didn’t realize is that this blood lust, this ambition will eat him alive.

“I don’t care.”

“VINCENT!”

“What?”

“They don’t deserve that. I know that your doing this for me, but don’t be like them, Vincent. Don’t let this consume you.”

“Whatever, come here.” He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down to meet his lips. And with that, the problem was lost. I rolled my hips a little and that earn a little groan from him. I smirked and did it again. “You little minx.” He flipped us over and he hovers on top of me. Let’s just say the mission planning was forgotten.

The day of the gala, I got my hand on a neurotoxin that can leave no trace on the victim’s body. I wore a black body fitting gown, I was curling my hair on the bathroom when suddenly I got this gut-wrenching feeling out of nowhere. “Baby you re-” he walked inside the bathroom, “DAMN...”

“No...stop. We’re not doing that.” I warned him.

“Do what?” he walked closer and closer to me.

“Vincent!”

“Fine..but after.”

I turned around towards the mirror again and sigh, “What’s wrong baby?” he wraps his arms around my waist from behind me. I met his eyes in the mirror, “I have this feeling in my gut Vincent like something bad is gonna happen.”

“Babe this is like a walk in the park for us okay... This is so damn simple, nothing is gonna happen okay.” he kissed the top of my head.

“But this is the same feeling that I got before I was taken. Vincent something is up.”

“Y/n nothing’s gonna happen... I promise you, we’re gonna finish this and head back, alright?” he assured me.

When we arrive at the gala, I walked around talking to people. And finally, I saw George. I took two glasses of champagne from Vincent that was posing as a waiter. One of them is laced with the neurotoxin, it would start to work for 30 minutes, with no warning signs. It was the perfect toxin. It gave him time to eat something else so that they won’t be suspicious of the champagne. It went smoothly, he didn’t even seem suspicious over anything. Well, maybe he was too distracted by the cleavage of my dress to notice anything.

I signaled Vincent that we’re done. He didn’t respond over the earpiece.

“Vincent,” I called him again, no response again. My panic mode set in, I walked toward the kitchen and saw it was deserted. “Vincent,” I called out his name.

“Hello, little thing... Nice to see you again, after what? A year? Let me tell you, you and your boyfriend here are good. But then again we did train you didn’t we?” It was Guirera.

“Where is he? What did you do to him?” My hands started glowing blue. My gut was right.

“Careful with that, you want him alive, don’t you? Vincent is just another experiment, we have dozens like him, but you? You’re one of a kind.” He walked closer. 

“Come with us and he’ll live.” 

One of his goon brought him with a collar in his neck. “Oh that... yeah, he can’t use his power anymore.” He kicked the back of his knees and he went down. His goons pulled out a huge knife and put it on his chest. I tried to hurt the man with the knife, he started groaning. “ You killed any of us they’ll explode the chip that we implanted on his neck.” He showed me his tablet with the controller. “Fine,” I said. They put the same collar around my neck. And they brought a small glass jail cell and put me in there. “Gamma-ray... You’ll be useless in 10 minutes.” The moment I stepped foot in there, I lost my footing.No matter what I’ll always protect him even if I have to go back. “Sir, SHIELD is here.” A man walked into the kitchen.

“Well..kill him.” he turned around and left.

“NO!” They plunged the knife into his heart. “NO!” I banged on the glass as hard as I can. “Please no...Vincent!!!” They dragged his body away.

The man behind my cell started to cover my cell with a tarp and I felt the cell moving. It was cramped in there, as I hugged my knees to my chest crying in the pitch black cell... I remembered everything that we did. Suddenly I felt my cell fell forward and I face planted. I heard gunshots through outside.

Someone opened the tarp, but I don’t even care anymore. “I think I found her,” he said.

I turned around and see a suit of armor. Tony Stark, what the hell is he doing here. He brought the cell up again, I kept my position crouching and leaning on the glass wall. A man with an eye patch walked in as Stark was opening the cell door. “Don’t!” he said.

  “Whatever HYDRA did there, it contained her power. She can’t hurt anyone. Take her.” They took me in my cell dragging me towards the back door. I saw his blood when we passed it. And after that, my body just collapsed into darkness.

3rd person POV

Fury stared at the unconscious girl in the infirmary. He hides his emotion well, Maria Hill that stood next to him couldn’t pinpoint whether her boss wanted the girl to be executed, imprisoned, or taken as an asset. She reviewed her files once more and saw the horror that she went through, that made her understands why she did what she did for a split second. But crime is a crime. Natasha came inside the viewing room, “that’s the HYDRA’s asset? She’s really young.” Natasha asked him.

“Y/N Y/L/N. 21 year old. Taken when she was just 17,” he said.

Hill gave Natasha the folder and she read it. “Jesus Nick, she went through a lot. We’re gonna need one hell of a psychiatrist in the F.R.I.D.G.E. (shield special containment facility).” She said.

 “Why is there a cat in there?” She saw an orange cat sleeping next to the unconscious girl.

“We’re not sending her to the FRIDGE.” he replied.

“What?” Hill was confused. 

“Goose likes her.” he simply answered.

“Then where are you gonna put her? She needs a lot of supervision and interrogation. The chances are the world security council will want her locked up after the interrogation, even if they decided not to they will assign her at least a level 7 agents to supervise her.” Maria argued.

“I’ll take her.” Tony walked in.

“You are not level 7. You’re technically a consultant for shield.” Maria said.

“Alright, she’s staying in your Miami house?” Fury asked.

“Sir.” Maria tried to argue.

“Nope, Director’s order,” Tony said.

A/N Hey guys... For some reason my story won’t show up on tags so... please help reblog this post so that more people can see them. And I know it’s kind of a long wait to see some of the characters but I promise you that after this chapter a lot of familiar faces are gonna be main. This is my first series and I hope you guys like it.