#hc; clipped wings I was a broken thing | backstory

[jackiequick]

Bird Set Free x Marvel Comics OC

“Clipped wings, I was a broken thing. Had a voice, had a voice but I could not sing” – Sia

-> HC: Before Cruise hired her to play Jenny Mitchell in TOP GUN, she played a certain role in the small screen 📺

Laurel C.R. Beaumont

Full Name: Cassidy Rose Laura Holloway

Undercover Name: Laurel Beaumont, Kennedy Tucker

Nicknames: Cass, Dede, Rosie, Lor, Kenny, Baby Agent, Pretty Bird

Age: 23-34

Height: 5’4

Alias: UNKNOWN

Status: EX-SHIELD Agent

Family & Friends:

Parents: John Holloway & Regina Stone

Siblings: [Unnamed]

Friends: ?

Quotes:

“We’re alcoholics, dad! There is no such thing as two drinks a day…”

“Every heartbreak, every setback, every time no one cared to listen…I sank deeper into the water.”

“I like to think people can change…the question is, will they?”

“I’m the one you can’t run away from, sweetie.”

“You know, last time I trusted SHIELD..I was tossed aside like I was nothing. Fury doesn’t care, nor does Hill.”

“I’m done trying to beat you or even be you.”

“It’s not about the amount of times you get knocked down, it’s more like…how many times you can get up.”

“I guess we’re even now.”

“Uh first question, ‘Please provide any previous experience in retail’. Does shopping count?”

“What’s on Netflix? Oh! Oh wait, seen it already. But nobody said I can’t rewatch it.”

“Uh huh, what’s that supposed to be?”

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PERSONALITY

Cassidy, or Laurel as some would call her, is someone who feels too much. She doesn’t harm others, bite back on a comment or stay quiet because she wants to. No. It’s because her mind is always twirling with one too many thoughts. She’s someone who is sarcastic and witty, however she carries a warmth and beauty within her that just makes you want to smile at times.

Not just that, Cassidy is more often than not the one person who is fiercely loyal however rather slow to trust others. So give her time. She’s flawed, but hey, who isn’t? She doesn’t always communicate her feelings and tends to distract herself or focus on others around her—even if she’s hurting underneath it all. Grieving but never truly weak, as it’s seen as a weapon or an armor in many ways.

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BACKSTORY – Origin Story 💡

Laurel Cass, legally born Cassidy Rose Laura Holloway, was a daring feather in the streets of Upstate New York. Her father was a highly deluded cop and her mother was a tired teacher for college kids. Don’t ask about her brother, he was practically the golden star when it came to action, but he was really a liar. But that was a story for another time. Yet, she still loved him. And that left little ol’ Cassidy to fool around with a dream of being a movie star like Julia Roberts in Ocean’s Eleven.

When she wasn’t dreaming of starring in a Rom-Com, she dreamt of becoming a lawyer someday or something greater.

So she tried studying to become an English teacher but took a law enforcement class on the side to fill the gap, and when she wasn’t doing that? She went to try and audition for small roles in short films or something similar. Hey, a girl can dream, can she? Even if it was a failed act. That’s how she met a certain handsome brunette that will hurt and cross her life.

Jace Moore.

He was holding auditions for a thriller short film, and Cassidy became the Gone Girl in his film. Laurel Beaumont, was the role she played. It also helped that Cassidy thought Jace was rather not bad-looking. Anyways—it was a thriller about an old theater that was burnt down unexpectedly, as Ava Shapre’s project was destroyed as it haunted the score and how her granddaughter Laurel was going to investigate what truly happened. She thought Jace’s idea was sorta dumb but it gave her a chance to act right?

Dumb was the wrong word to use after researching the topic, as she stumbled upon a theory that painted the tale of the theater. A crime written in part of the city was where the old theater was held—fights, drug deals, accidents, vigilantes on the scene and screams could be heard from different sources—it wasn’t a clean case. Cassidy was pretty sure that’s where some Young Avengers went to find folks to hide from them or something. She asked Jace to change the placement of the short film, as he scoffed and told her that it was a part of the image he was trying to create, he wanted something real. Not fake.

— — —

He got something real alright, a real dose of reality. One afternoon, heading out to see a friend post meeting with the crew at Jace’s film at the theater, Cassidy took a left turn towards that part of the city, carrying her bag close to her chest.

She saw plenty of things—stores, children running, people walking and shouting—as she heard her phone ring. One of her co-stars on the short film, Rachel, called her to inform her that Jace will be cutting some scenes and needed to re-shoot the next few, as Cassidy nodded sadly. Dream of being a movie star? More like a rough act. She might as well return back home to study instead of playing Jace.

However once Cassidy ended up the phone call, she noticed a guy walking behind her as she wiped her head around and quickly paced the other away. She gasped and took a right turn into a shoe store and breathed out as she got inside.

Cassidy hid, waited as she pretended to be looking around for heels, and peeked out in between the aisles of the store—and he’s gone.

But then, as she took a swift move out towards the exit, one of the mirrors held a note as it said “Wrong place, wrong girl. Tell your friend to stop digging or move out.”

She tugged off the note and stumbled out of the store, not noticing a black car down the street, as she called Jace to once again tell him to let the crap go. His short film wasn’t worth it, and they could move the location to somewhere different instead.

He didn’t listen, but what she didn’t know was why?

-> Truth was, Jace discovered the theater one night where it held old evidence to a fire caused by a mutant, files and unknown chemicals that were in the background—he didn’t dare touch, but he thought he could use them.

And now Cassidy was caught in the middle of it—cause two nights later, she was attacked near the theater as she landed on the ground with a bruised forehead, along with a bleeding lip. She looked up to see it was someone dressed in black, a rookie agent, until a black haired woman appeared with a monotone expression.

“Your friend is a hard student to trackdown.” Said the woman before kneeling down to face her.

“Who are you?” Replied Cassidy as she lay down on the ground. “Look, you got the wrong girl.”

“Right. Wrong girl, you’re innocent here, I bet, right? Look, your friend Jace is using damaged property that was supposed to be removed weeks ago.”

“He’s not my friend…he just hired me for his short film. I told him to move to a different location but he didn’t listen.”

“The insane ones never do.”

“...who are you?”

“Agent Hill. Now you’re gonna help me, remove Jace from this with or without force, that’s your call.”

Cassidy paused and sat up, “Hold on, before I say yes or no to any of this, why am I involved? What does Jace have on you guys?”

“He’s a member of the Rising Tide.” Hill explained with a sigh knowing she had no choice but to lead her on, “This short film, the old theater he is using for this? It contained evidence of an accident that happened weeks ago. And if that film gets made…”

“...he’ll expose the incident to a film fest that’s happening this summer..the question is, why me?”

“Because you're the closest we got to this case. And I'm pretty sure Jace isn’t using you right over there, correct?”

“I..yeah.”

Maria Hill did what any trained agent did best, she convinced Cassidy in a heartbeat to do this job for her. It was rather easy, despite the fact that the young girl kept questioning her motives, because she looked like a rather naive soul who needed some renforcement in her life. So it was settled.

— — —

Half an hour later, Cassidy headed inside the theater with a gun in her pocket—she knew how to use one due to her father but never cared one around until now. Hill handed it to her—a bit beaten and bruised seeing Jace there, scrolling through his phone.

Jace’s laptop was open with a USB hanging there on the table. He smiled seeing her then dropped the expression seeing her bruised cheek as Cassidy shrugs it off, telling him she got hurt.

He sighed as he nodded, “Look, Dede-”

“Cassidy.” She corrected him.

“Right, Cassidy, sorry. I think this bruised look is a blessing in disguise, you don’t need to go into makeup for tonight’s scene.”

“What?”

“Well there’s a part in the film, your character Laurel gets hurt while discovering the evidence in the theater. And look at you! You look bruised and a bit dirty, but hey it works.”

Cassidy was ready to shoot him by just that statement alone. She took a breath and crossed her arms before saying, “I think you should cancel the film.”

“Dede, we talked about this already. It’s not happening.” Jace replied in an annoyed tone and scoffed, “If you don’t want the role, then fine. Leave. But you’ll miss your shot and not see the amazing discovery you get to find.”

“I think I see enough of this discovery, Jace. You do realize that this place is a mess, right? Your whole film is a mess!”

“Woah, woah, woah! Calm down, Dede-”

“Cassidy! Or for your amusement, it’s Laurel. And I think I should get in character.”

Jace was about to say something to her, but then he saw Cassidy pull out a gun and pointed it towards his computer. His eyes widened and shouted for her to be reasonable here, that she was just upset and needed to calm down. Cassidy shouted back how she didn’t care, as she shot the laptop a few times, destroying it. Jace grabbed the USB and ran snatching up his jacket, as he shoved her off to the side. Cassidy ran after them, before raising the gun in front of him.

“Dede—Cassidy!” Jace shouted, looking at her with his grip on the USB, “Put the damn gun down!”

“No.” Cassidy said as started waving the gun up and down in his direction, “You’re abusing this whole situation, Jace and marked all of us. And you didn’t listen.”

“Wh-what are you gonna do? Kill me? You’ll have blood on your hands.”

“Say the guy who is hiding something from the whole crew? You’re ready to expose everything, and have us be a part of the damage. I’m not gonna stand for it.”

Jace looked at her up and down, not knowing what came over her. Yes, he was hiding the discovery he made and the reason behind this whole short film, but if it meant the world knew about the crap that happened these past few years—heroes, vigilantes, mutants and others—then so be it.

The question was, how the hell did Cassidy know about this? Did she snoop around after hours?

“Who told you?” Jace questioned her with a glare stepping forward, “Mhm, how did you..?”

“That’s not important.” Cassidy said, trying to keep herself steady here, “Now drop the USB or you’ll regret it.”

“You don’t have the guts to shoot me. You’re just some crappy student with no backbone to really wound me.”

Cassidy narrowed her eyes and huffed at his words. They hit her, cause he was right. In the past few weeks that she knew Jace, he could tell her she was just a feather in the streets moving along with her own fantasies of being a star. It took her this long to fight back! She was done taking crap from him, she was done waiting and she was done with his stupid face.

Without a second later, Cassidy aimed right below his ribs as Jace stumbled back dropping the USB. He groaned and gasped, then saw Cassidy shoot the USB as well.

That’s finally when a few SHIELD agents scurried into the room, along with Maria Hill, to handle the rest of the damage. Hill lowered Cassidy’s hands that held the gun and carefully removed it from her grasp, allowing the young girl to take a breather. Hill nodded with a hint of a smile, she was impressed.

“Laurel huh?” Maria asked, raising an eyebrow with a soft smile, almost teasing her.

Cassidy shrugged and sighed before replying, “It was my character’s name.”

— — —

SHIELD’S BEGINNINGS & CASSIDY’S ENDING ⚔️

Less than a few weeks later, Cassidy was given an offer for SHIELD. Mainly, Hill slipped her card under the door, in hopes she’ll join them. Cassidy thought Maria was nuts, she was a young student studying to be an English teacher, as Maria countered that she was also the same young student who took charge and shot somebody below the ribs. Cassidy scoffed—she didn’t know the first thing about fighting or combat or field crap, but Maria countered how she did know how to act, how to communicate and how to not waste any time.

Maria told her to give it a try. They already cleaned up the mess, erased any lasting records from Jace’s fingerprints, and last time she checked? Laurel Cass—Beaumont, was a role she could take on. Maria Hill’s email and card taunts Cassidy for what felt like weeks—it was really days but still—as she is reminded of what she did. How she shot a man in cold blood, but he was the young man who taunted her, played her and made her into taking those actions. Jace was gonna use her for his own work and expose what he found in his short film to thousands of people, as she took the role he made and turned it on its head.

Cassidy sighed softly awake at 2am, taking a sip of water and scrolling though Netflix, then groaned. She grabbed her phone as she quickly dialed the number on the card and just said, “…Is that offer still open?”

She wasn’t given the natural SHIELD Academy treatment–the interviews, paperwork, tests and everyday classes–instead they gave her classes, training, viewing time, and an SO. They put her in The Academy Of Communications, and on occasions The Academy Of Operations. It wasn’t so bad. She’ll admit that.

Her combat training meant she was also given a weapon of choice, Hill gave her the gun, so she didn’t have much choice. But eventually, after a stubborn agent, we won’t name who, saw her swiftly moving around a bo staff? It was clear—her weapons would be not just a gun, but a thick bo staff, as she would knock someone off their feet.

And missions? Whether she’s the eyes in the van or the one in the field, she’s becoming part of the machine. Useful. Capable. Like she matters. She did stumble and fall, she wouldn’t lie. Literally or metaphorically, leading her to cry a bit in silence, before pushing it down to focus. Hiding behind it, using her range as a way to communicate if allowed.

Sometimes she will be the person in the room who feels too much. Other times, it felt like she was always performing now. Laurel or Cassidy? Maybe a mix of both? We won’t ever know. Like a bird changing shape.

There were missions where she has been crossed and given the short end of the stick, not always winning. Once a large piece of cement fell onto her front as she screamed for help with tears welling up in her eyes. She wasn’t perfect. She wasn't as clean-cut as the other agents. No. It wasn’t the case with her. But she survived. Because her teammates pulled her out, and she’d do the same for them. She has done the same for them. Fire, bullets, rage—it didn’t matter.

But she never quit.

One afternoon was different from all the others. It was the middle of April. Cassidy—Laurel, she was in the gym with the speakers on, to hype herself up a bit as she swung around her bo staff. It was like she was doing a little dance, as she spun and kicked. When suddenly an agent, a veteran one, entered the room.

“Your stance is too wide.” He said, sitting down on the bench.

“Oh? Uh, thanks.” She replied with a sigh.

“That spin with the bo staff though? That was clean. Real clean.”

She looked down with a soft smile, letting out a quiet chuckle. She took the complement.

“You know something, eh?” She said looking up at him.

“Richard.” He replied, giving her his name and stepped closer, with a kind smile.

“Mhm, Richard. You know something, Richard? I um…i wanna show them and maybe myself too?..that i’m still strong..does that make sense?”

“Then show me.”

And she did. Twirls, strikes and blocks. She wasn’t flawless but she had a quiet force, fierce to her. Richard mentally gave her the nickname “Lark”, as in Bird Always Come Back. Some called her “Wren” because she had resilience.

—/—/—

WINGS LOCKED DOWN 🗝️

She should’ve known. Laurel should’ve known. Her and her team should’ve known, it was a set up. The files were wiped. There was smoke in the air, screams within the building, running coming from both ends. It felt like a blur, like her memory was in gaps. However, she remembers that she broke orders to save the family, the little boy, and his mother. But the father died bleeding out.

Now she was painted as reckless.

But all they saw were her shaking hands as she picked at the skin of her knuckles, slight twitch and her forehead stained by her own blood. She’s bruised, cut, eyes wild with confusion, and everything about her body says that she’s tired.

Here Laurel sat in a bleak chilling room with her wrists cuffed, as a chain swung keeping her together. When she closed her eyes, she could still smell the smoke.

—/—/—

The Mission? Operation: VEILFALL. Retrieve a flash drive containing encrypted Hydra intel from a safehouse embedded inside a supposedly "neutral" tech facility. It's supposed to be an in and out intel extraction mission.

The truth? It wasn’t neutral. The mission was never intel—it was bait. The family Laurel saves? Civilians. Innocent, yes. The family—Simon, Polly, and Noah—are supposed to be erased. Quietly. No questions.

Who’s responsible? Well SHIELD would find out weeks later, it was one of their very own. Rogue SHIELD cell, hiding under the radar and cleaning up internal corruption. ORACLE-9. They fed Maria Hill false intel using a manipulated informant she trusted—someone with high clearance and no red flags. Hill okayed the mission believing it was real. She thought she was striking at dormant Hydra tech. Instead, she signed off on a civilian slaughter.

However, like we said, Hill wouldn’t know that or any of this, until much later. Much, much later when Laurel left…

As for Simion? He wasn’t tied to Hydra or SHIELD directly. He was a security engineer who found evidence of large-scale fund siphoning within his company—a shell corporation used by SHIELD as a front.

The money was being funneled into black ops—dirty deals, bio-weapons, surveillance of civilians. Simon thought, "If I leak this, maybe the world will finally see what the powerful do to the powerless."

The thing was, he didn't realize how deep the rabbit hole went.

Polly & Noah? Innocents. He didn’t tell them. He wanted to protect them. But now they’re caught in the fallout. Great…

Laurel doesn’t remember much, sadly. Chaos. Smoke. Screams. Her own breath caught in her throat. The building’s being cleared—by her own team. It was disarming, anyone would’ve lost their footing. She saw the boy, Noah, only 6 years old, hiding under a desk with a toy, a plush lion, as tears streamed down his face. The mother, Polly, screams through the hall. Trapped behind debris.

As for Simion? He was hit. Bleeding out, as he gestured towards his son. Something in Laurel breaks—she ignores her comms and runs in the direction of the family. She calls out for her team to grab the mother as she scoops up the 6 year old. One of the members accidentally left the drive. They disobeyed orders. She disobeyed orders.

On SHIELD footage: Laurel looks insane. Blood on her fingers. Twitching. Disobeying orders. Screaming. The mission is declared a failure. Files wiped. The plush lion? Tossed aside by someone for evidence.

In other words? They screwed up…

One of the team members, Kai, blamed her and the others. He said she chose ‘sentiment over survival.’

Marlene whispered, ‘You did the right thing.’ as Eve grabbed her hand while they waited for debrief.

—/—/—

Hill stormed into the room, bringing Laurel out of her thoughts. She was sure Fury was watching behind the glass, stone-faced, not yet knowing what to do with her.

Maria Hill, the woman who suggested she joined SHIELD in the first place and who secretly saw her as a “pretty bird”, went on a full rant. Everything she did wrong, and only some of what she did right. It was like Laurel wasn’t allowed to speak. Every damn time she spoke up, to defend herself, Hill snapped back.

Laurel’s words didn’t help her case either—they were seen as jumbled, incoherent, because she’s tired. Hill was too damn stubborn and angry to see that. Her guard was up, her voice was cold and her tone was deep. She didn’t see that Laurel failed the mission, yes—but she saved someone in the process. Even if she did break her orders to do so.

“I saved a life, Maria! He was 6!” Laurel shouted at the woman, her cuffed wrist resting on the table, “Shouldn’t that count for something?”

“That wasn’t your call to make!” Maria shouted, with a tint of coldness in her voice.

“What was I supposed to do?! Leave him alone to die? His mother was looking for him!”

“Yes! Yes, Laurel. Simon and his family weren’t supposed to see any of this. Don’t you get it?! Look at yourself!”

Hill didn’t dare to speak her real name, like a forgotten feather in the wind, forgetting who she originally hired. They went back and forth. Both women were standing across from each other, neither stood down. It got to a point, where Laurel only nodded as Maria continued. From how her behavior has been, her reckless form and her actions. How one of the members left the drive, instead of destroying it and now they had to bring in a clean up crew.

“I screwed up, I know..” Was all Laurel could say.

“You had one job, Agent Beaumont.” Hill replied before turning to leave.

Laurel screamed and cried out for Hill to have a heart, to understand where she was coming from. But the moment the door shut with a hard clung, Laurel practically lost balance in her footing. There was so much silence as her breathing became hard and her vision was blurry as she stared at the door, almost unable to believe what just happened. In a quick flash, she ran—banging her cuffed fist against the door as she cried.

“NO WAIT! I–I’m sorry! Hill, come back!” Laurel screamed as her voice cracked, “Please!”

Like a caged bird that’s finally realized: the cage wasn’t broken. The whole system is. She collapses down the door. Her fists slide down with her. Her knees hit the ground as she sobbed. Her mumbled, whispers asking for anybody to let her out.

Cassidy ended. Laurel was…she didn’t even know now.

—/—/—/—

THE SCREAM INSIDE —📞

Hours went by as Laurel—Cassidy—screwed it, Laurel, what’s the point?—Laurel was stuck inside the room. She sat in the chair cross legged, sipping the water she was given by some rookie, as she stared at the walls. The only thing she could do was pick at her skin, and talk to herself as she chuckled dryly. She sniffled quietly as she sighed, trying to hide the screams inside.

She could only think about what Fury, Hill and the others could be saying about her. Whispers in the hallway and footsteps could be heard.

Suddenly, footsteps grew louder as the doorknob jingled. She looked up expecting for it to be Hill ready to shout at her again and one of her fellow agents. Or worse, the small handful of teammates who blamed her. But to her surprise, it was none of the above.

She furrowed her eyebrows at the tall asian man who had lovely hair and a semi-slim build who walked in. His eyes were piercing yet still somehow softened.

She sniffled, “Wh-who are you?”

“Ji-Hoon.” He replied with a kind expression that seemed rare and walked over, “Before i do anything, were you responsible for the mission?”

“I guess, yeah…it was my fault..i failed..”

“But you saved someone, right?”

“Yeah, a mother and child..wh-why are you helping me? Did Hill send you?”

Ji-Hoon shook his head with a sigh, “No. Not even close. But one of my friends was on the same mission and had the footage looked over by someone. And I figured you're mistaken here.”

“Hill and Fury don’t think so.” She replied, her voice barely above a whisper and sniffled some more, “I screwed up…”

“Yes and no. Look I'm not gonna sugarcoat this, but you did something right. You saved someone, that’s all we can do. And if Hill can’t see that? Then her loss.”

Laurel gave him a weak yet brief half smile, but before she could thank him—his hands appeared different. Her eyes widened as he grabbed the chain from her cuffs, freezing to ice as the metal broke off. She gasped but she wasn’t given much time to ask any questions, as Ji-Hoon grabbed her by the arm and had them make a break for it.

Midway across the hallway and onto the second floor, Laurel shouted for him to stop as Ji-Hoon raised an eyebrow at her sudden exclamation. But her eyes were trained on the room behind the door, full with evidence, Ji-Hoon was confused, until he saw the exact direction she was looking up.

A plush lion.

He asked her what the whole ordeal with the stuffed animal as she sneaked inside to take. She looked over her shoulder saying how it's a reminder of what she did right. She shielded a six year old boy from seeing his father’s full death in front of his very own eyes.

That’s when Ji-Hoon gave her an actual smile. What she said was something he could respect and admire.

She might’ve screwed up in other terms, but with that? She did right.

Afterwards, the two ran out together of the Evidence Room and into the elevator as they exited the SHIELD building. The whole time Laurel’s eyes were trained on the stuffed lion and the flashes of the mission she did remember, and one thing she knew was clear.

A full mission with screams, explosions and backtalk wasn’t in her cards at the moment. She didn’t mind if she drowned herself in sorrow for a while, she knew once she got back out there—she'd stay away from SHIELD.

Instead, she’ll roam the streets and look out for the little guy—the woman and children who needed someone to take a hit for them.

—/—/—/—

—

Yes, the next few weeks were rough for her. Hell, she drank, ate and sank down into the deep water of her bathtub with a sigh. She barely trained and stayed in the apartment SHIELD once gave her, eating whatever she could find—even staying up late watching Netflix as she ate ice cream. She’ll even get phone calls and emails from Hill. About what? She doesn’t know or care. She didn’t answer the calls from her damn rookie agents who were made to try and get in contact with her.

By the sound of this, you would think she just ended a relationship, or at least taking a break from an old boyfriend, right? It’s odd how some scenarios are very similar.

Sometimes she’ll cry a little or scream into a pillow. But her gaze will oftentimes fall onto the stuffed lion that once belonged to that young boy, Noah, and smile teary at it.

One night, she was laying down in the silence of her apartment watching an episode of Home Improvement, as she gave a half smile or chuckle—when she heard a bunch of noise outside. She pressed pause on the episode, shutting off the light and looked in between the blinds to see someone getting robbed. Hell, even harmed.

She blinked and watched in hesitation of calling the cops—but after one look towards her closest as she thought otherwise.

The thug was running in between the sidewalk and the street before jumping over a chained fence—trying to break into a car, as young women screamed. He held his grip to her bag. He shouted at her as he held back a throaty cackle but once he turned around? He was met with a sudden hit to the head, causing him to stumble backwards. He grunted and groaned, regaining his balance before looking around. The young lady who screamed from before wasn’t there.

Said thug was met with a silhouette of a woman dressed in a black leather and a domino mask, carrying a bo staff. His eyes narrowed and slightly women, before cracking a joke about it not being Halloween—even saying how she didn’t even look like one of those stupid Young Avengers kids.

The woman in black just cracked a half smile and glanced over as she was chatting with someone, as if to say, ‘Is this guy serious, right now?’. She carefully jumped down from the hood of the car, and whacked him with her bo staff. He fought back and he was good, she’ll give him back—but after a few more hits he was done.

He was on the ground, leaning against the car trying to stand up, a hand under his jaw. He coughed and grunted before looking up at her.

“Who the hell are you?” He asked, meeting her gaze with a sore expression.

She gave him a half smirk, “I’m the one you can’t run away from.”

Before he could say another word—she twirled her bo staff and whacked him once more. She picked up the said bag he was holding previously, as the women in black looked around to see a few feet away stood the young lady. The young lady—she was actually a teen girl with light blonde hair that was lifted into a ponytail, a teal coat and skirt—shyly smiled.

“Here you go, sweetie.” The woman in black said with a gentle smile, as she handed her the bag.

The teen girl took the bag and replied, “Thank you. He was so fast and well…”

“It’s okay, just be lucky I was here to get him. If you have your phone, it would be helpful to call the cops.”

The girl nodded, pulling out her iphone to call someone and said, “My cousin’s a cop. He’ll be here soon.”

The woman in black nodded, carrying her bo staff kindly.

“Hey, Henry.” The blonde teen said over the phone. “Yeah, I need you to come over here. I’m okay! Some thug needs to be taken to a cell block…okay bye.” Then she hung over, before adding, “He’s coming, and thank you once again. Really.”

The woman in black smiled kindly before replying, “No problem…?”

“Oh! Gwen. Gwen Stacy.” She replied quickly with an awkward chuckle, “What do they call you?”

“I don’t know yet.”

Before either one of them could say a single word, the sound of sirens and the bright flashing lights could be seen—The women in black smiled telling Gwen to take care before rushing off into the streets and onto the rooftop.

Gwen watched and smiled, as she looked over her shoulder to see her cousin Henry Stacy rushing over. He asked who was that as Gwen replied that she appeared to be someone good.

— — —

We cut to the woman in black returning the apartment she left, closing the window behind her and removing the domino mask. Her gaze fell onto the stuffed lion and then the mirror in the hallway, as her reflection revealed it to be Laurel.

Maybe she was still her original name Cassidy underneath it all? Or maybe she was someone new? That she will never know.

All she knew was that it felt good. And for the first time in a while? She smiled.

—/—/—

SKILLS & ABILITIES — 📌

Hand-To-Hand-Combat - Thanks To SHIELD

Bo Staff & Guns (+ Plus Other Weapons If Needed)

Undercover - Acting

Costume Design - She Fixes Her Suit

Studious Background - She’s Still Young & Sometimes Shadowing Something Helps

BONUS - Wail Necklace - It Was A SHIELD Prototype She Borrowed Once For A Mission

FUN FACT & HABITS — 🔭

Skin Picking: When she’s nervous, anxious or feeling odd? Laurel would starts directing her attention to her skill. But it sometimes leads to her bleeding or cuts, she’ll accidentally create herself

Dying Her Hair: With the age and acts she’s taken over the years, Laurel has dyed her hair a few times. Black, Brown, Blonde, Pink, Purple & Even Orange (it was semi-permanente!)

Eating In Front Of A TV: Yes, she knows it’s a bad habit and you should eat at the table. But she has been used to eating in front of the TV since she was a child–breakfast, lunch & dinner–no shame, sometimes.

Adjusting Her Clothes: Laurel has a tendency to fiddle with shirts, gloves, masks, and the rest of her outfits—either out of habit because she needs to be comfortable or she’s scared something might look off. She would rather not have someone call her out later.

Drinking: She isn’t a huge drinker, she never was once. But ever since college and SHIELD, she’ll feel like she’s floating or drowning—so a couple of drinks during the week could calm her down. And hey, if it’s not drinking, which she tries to stay away from nowadays, she’s getting junk food!

Bilingual: Because of SHIELD, and her mother mainly being a teacher, she picked up some Italian words. Even some Spanish too—the basics!

Knack For Nails: Because she never went out much as a teenager, after an accident, Laurel–Cassidy at the time–stayed home. In response, she got pretty freaking good at painting her nails and making designs.

Not An Animal Lover: Maybe it was because of how she grew up or her mental health, but when it came to pets she wasn’t exactly the biggest fan. Yeah, sure she finds puppies to be cute! Who doesn’t? But would she want a dog or cat in her apartment? No.

Cautious Heart: Laurel has always been an open person when it came to love, but in junior year, she fell in love with her high school crush. And it didn’t end well. After two years of dating, a week before her birthday, she found out he was going out with her best friend at the time, for months. Neither one of them hinted at it. So now when it comes to love, she’s cautious.

Hip Hop/Pop/Soft Rock Fan: When it comes to music, she very much loves it! If she needs to feel something, she’ll listen to Olivia Rodgrio, Avril Levngine, One Republic, QUEEN and Taylor Swift. If she needs something to make her dance you best believe she’s putting on ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody’ , Destiny's Child and so much more. If she just wants to sing along and imagine? Then Coldplay.

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HER PLAYLIST — 🎧

Bird Set Free - SIA

Looking Too Closely - FINK

Don’t You Worry Child - (Cover) SAM TUSI, KHS

The Scientist - COLDPLAY

Who’s Afraid Of Little Ol’ Me? - TAYLOR SWIFT

Like I’m Gonna Lose You - (Cover) JASMINE THOMPSON

Elastic Heart - SIA

Run This Town - RIHANNA, KANYE, JAY-Z

I Found - AMBER RUN

Leave A Light On - TOM WALKER

Survivor - (Cover) 2WEI

Prom Queen - MOLLY KATE KESTNERS

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