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*lots of blood/murder/toxicity
in this chapter so just
be cautious of your triggers*

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⌖REPORT DATED:SEPTEMBER 5, 1995⌖

⌖WHEREABOUTS:UNKNOWN LOCATION OF KGB FACILITY⌖

           
She does not know exactly why she did it...

           
1991 is four by years alive, she had been a human icicle for parts of them making her appear about a year younger than she is. And what she doesn't quite understand is why she stood up, why she protected the pupil who mistepped during their years' ballet lesson.

           
1991 is given what was supposed to be the girl's punishment. Twenty lashes. She tries not to scream as the rusted metal nails woven into the whip twist and tear into her flesh. Afterwards she is gifted with her own beating, because of the faults that are her unknown compassion ( despite every attempt so far to have it beaten out of her ). At the end the child's voice is hoarse from yelling out unheard pleas.

           
The handlers sneer at 1991 as her body shakes with sobs before punishing her with more and more lashes for the crying, for the weakness. It is the lesson.

           
The next day comes sooner than one would wish it. Handcuffed to the frozen, twin metal bed 1991 groans soundlessly as her back burns with a raging fire. The pain is far more intense than when the whips were being driven into her. Blood has leaked through to the thin mattresses and her forehead glistens with a sheen of feverish sweat. 1991's eyes have heavy black bags under them, but she still rises at the order.

           
During their ballet class that day, 1991 works harder than she ever has despite the flood of pain that comes with every bit of movement. Each count, each step is perfection and grace. The Madame even gives her a meaningless bit of praise. She is becoming exactly what they want to have from her.

           
1991 stands quietly in the hurriedly formed line, the same girl from the day before trembling where she stands beside her. She mistepped once again.

           
The entire line of girls flinch as the hand gun previously placed in the Madame's hand fires. Blood splatters across 1991's leotard as the girl's body collapses limply to the wooden floor. She is the only student who isn't quivering, she is the only one prepared for the punishment that had come so quickly. A bullet had been put directly into the girl's forehead without a word. And the Madame praises 1991 once more for her excellence and resilience.

           
1991 is learning, it's you or someone else. And 1991 definitely prefers it to be someone else. To live it must be them that fail. She never falters in letting any of the others fall.

           
Yes, 1991 made friends. And when the time came she killed them without blinking an eye. Friends aren't a necessity to surviving, a majority of them would have already done the same if they weren't so slow.

           
1991 easily becomes top of the class, she even knows that the Madame had once considered giving her the title of the Black Widow. Instead it was given to an older student by a handful of years who was the overall champion then.
           

Then again that is what brought the Madame and the General to create a new mantle for little 1991, Freefall Rogue. She is a killer. A spy. An assassin. A ghost.

           
She will shape the world.

⌖REPORT DATED:OCTOBER 31, 2002⌖

⌖WHEREABOUTS:BRUSSELS, BELGIUM⌖

             
'I am eleven years old. I think. I don't exactly look it, but that's what cyro will do to you.' Freefall thinks looking down towards her left arm barring horrid, messily scarred over notches. The marks were driven in far too deep, but have been left uncared for for too long now to be able to heal. These flesh wounds aren't supposed to be healed however, they are meant to keep track of the life of the asset who's sole purpose is to steal other's lives. Tallies of an age. 'I just can't remember a whole lot of these past years...'

             
1991 shakes her head to clear the flurry of questions in her mind as she refocuses on the mission. A two target solo mission besides the extraction team waiting only a few blocks away. She blows hot air into her muzzle to warm her numb cheeks and nose in the frigid cold. She has two shots for two kills, it has to be clean with no suspects and no clues. "Две пули," Freefall mumbles as she grips the rifle's grip, two bullets only - no more and no less.

             
Freefall is perched on a roof across from the hotel lit golden from the lights inside shining through the fogged windows where the targets are staying. Her black suit is made to help her slip within the shadows despite the patches of snow growing steadily around her. She leans up and looks into the scope to see the political couple perfectly through the lens.

             
1991 breathes in and out in an exhilarated rush as the woman opens the door to the balcony and steps out into the thin flurry coming down. She watches as the woman slips into one of the chairs, snapping something at her husband just before Freefall smirks at the perfect setup and puts a bullet in her head. The gun recoils in her arms, but Freefall doesn't second guess the shot as the woman dies instantly.

             
The man walks out next ranting heatedly to, although unknowledgeable to him, his recently deceased wife. 'Then again,' Freefall muses as a sick grin spreads across her features as she steadies the gun in her grip, 'if he is lucky, he will be with her soon'. 1991 pulls the trigger only a milli-second after he turns to see his wife dead when she doesn't answer his outburst, a thin line of blood dripping from the hole in her forehead.

             
The bullet hits his shoulder and Freefall curses as she moves effortlessly to recalculate and refocus her train of thought as a stroke of fear runs through her. Her chest is pounding from unwanted adrenaline as she looks through the scope. She pulls the trigger within another few seconds and he falls to the hotel's carpet which is now turning an ugly shade of cherry red to match his blood.

             
Freefall stands, half heartedly wishing that they had sent the Soldier with her. During all the missions they had gone on together, well she finds that she doesn't usually get a beating afterwards. Especially if something goes a touch awry.

             
She grabs her rifle, careful to avoid the scorching hot muzzle, and 1991 runs. Her eyes scan the ground as she leaps onto another roof. The lights of Brussels guiding her along just enough to pass gracefully over the gaps between buildings. She feels the most alive like this, the thrill of only air around her and the freedom that this feeling brings. Freefall slows and steps calmly off the edge of the roof and drops to the next one. All too soon the sights and glittering city are behind her as she falls into an alley, landing on a dumpster long forgotten at the end.

             
It's only a few yards away from the inconspicuous black van that 1991 was brought in and will soon be loaded back into to head to the base. Her handler for this mission holds out his hand and she places the rifle in it without a word. Even with the muzzle and mask covering her, a sarcastic change of stance would warrant a slap to the face or the uneasiness in her unseen eyes would lead him to check it thoroughly. (They drive themselves insane in the fact that punishing her has not yet beat her smirks and sarcasm away).

           
Thump, thump. Thu-thump, thump.

           
Her heart beats faster and faster as he examines the gun. Between the silencer on it and the sounds of the city he can't have heard the extra shot fired. But he examines it thoroughly, and Freefall feels her mouth run dry only the slightest as he checks the magazine.

           
Then he's telling her to put her right arm out, and 1991 does despite the doubt in her mind, 'I don't know why I listen?'

          
He's aiming the rifle at her arm, and Freefall knows she should jerk it away. What is he planning to do, kill her? Her hand shakes at the wait but the man far too close to be shooting her puts bullet number four in her right arm. 1991 can't cry, can't scream. She blinks the tears away as rushes of pain threaten to overload her system as it burns her to her core. Pulling the arm to her chest to hug it brings her handler's leather clad hand to smack the side of her face. The muzzle covering her cheek will change nothing in the matter of the echo of his handprint blooming on her face.

           
He gruffly repeats the order, the dialect making the order sound like a knife cutting her ears away. Her chest is still thumping as he pulls the trigger again and again and again. He doesn't stop putting bullet after bullet in her right arm. Several enter her shoulder as she collapses on her knees from the overload that comes with the fire building up in her. And still she doesn't shed a tear, still she doesn't scream. He only stops when the gun no longer shoots at his pulling on the trigger even after empty.

           
Freefall is lifted by rough hands that care for her not, the men toss her up into the back of the van. The handler orders her to stand at attention, or at this point sit like the soldier she is.

            
Back inside the base, 1991 is put under for surgery immediately, and Strucker is informed before they even start removing her arm. He soon arrives, and the handler is quickly reprimanded. His punishment - demoted to six feet under the earth. But before he is killed, he pleads that they only met law enforcement. His attempts were futile, dying mid plea. With him Strucker brings a sleek black case that holds a prototype for a new vibranium arm that was meant for the Soldier himself. They saw her arm off careless from her shoulder down, the wound bleeds profusely and the skin left is jagged and ruined.

           
When Freefall wakes her punishment is fifty lashes for being found out. No one questions or voices the circumstances of why her right arm is the only injury she has. Or why it had been hit so many times. 1991 is wiped yet again, they don't want her to make another mistake. Not that she made one in the first place, not concerning the order of two bullets only. 'It's my word against theirs,' Freefall groans as the fire builds within her once the painkillers dissolve away, that means there will be no argument at all.

           
'I don't know why I listen?'

           
The new metal digs into the ragged, red flesh of what is left of her right shoulder.

            
'But I always will.'

⌖REPORT DATED:MAY 18, 2005⌖

⌖WHEREABOUTS:OUTSKIRTS OF SOKOVIA⌖

Freefall is fourteen years old, and the twins are only a few years younger than that. She knows they can't understand why she looks eleven, it's hard to comprehend why someone who looks your age isn't. Then again, Freefall isn't sure herself. 'I guess I've forgotten.'

           
The only correspondence to their ages is how young they are to be heading into the twins first mission. Hydra is sending the trio, nicknamed the Snowfall Squad, on their first team mission. Freefall doesn't remember which mission this is for her, or when her first mission was. All she remembers is that she has to do it all right.

           
It's been a week since they heard of it for the first time, the planning had taken that much time exactly. The three only got to see the plans for twenty minutes then they were being loaded up and dropped in the woods where they stand now. The tall concrete compound they're infiltrating stands before them now. The twins aren't armed, guns and bombs not foreign just full of horrible memories that sent them into flashbacks. Still Wanda has her kinetic and telepathic abilities, and Pietro has his super speed.

           
And Freefall, she's in full on combat mode. Her vibranium arm shines as it reflects the light coming off from the pure snow at their feet ( her uniforms are always designed to never cover her right arm, showing off the prosthetic ). Daggers and a handgun are tucked away on her person, although once they breach the walls she will not be hiding her weapons.

           
The plan simply put is this: Wanda uses her kinetic ability to get them in; Freefall handles the guards, security, and others in their way. Meanwhile Pietro will grab Wanda and rush them into the center of information and power. From there well, that's when the fun begins.

           
The twins are beyond nervous. Freefall can feel the anxiety leaking from them and pooling around their feet. 'If they aren't careful they'll drown in things they can't do anything about,' Freefall thinks as she motions for Wanda to go.

           
Wanda gets to work on the doors and within seconds they explode and warp inwards. 1991 enters first, taking her handgun and shooting a handful of guards that had previously been barreling towards them. Pietro blurs past with Wanda in his arms, running for the center of the compound to overdrive the mainframe and get Hydra all the data they asked for.

           
Freefall rushes at another guard as he rounds the corner, snapping his neck in one swift motion. She pauses after she drops the warm corpse, blood beginning to coat her hands. 1991 can barely see the name sprawled across the wall that's been littered with the blood of their employees that she has already killed.

         
'Stark... sounds familiar,' Freefall almost guesses the name due to it being so covered, it is also so prominent in her memory despite no memories concerning the name. She can only assume that she's run missions against them before. Deep in her thoughts Freefall hadn't seen the guards coming towards her. She breaks out of her stare when a bullet pierces the skin of her left arm that burrows and lights a pain that brings a rush of fire. 1991 doesn't stall because of the injury, used to them now, and she twists out of the way of a second bullet meanwhile throwing a dagger that catches a female guard in the neck. The guard falls to the ground with a startled scream, breathing her last as she thuds against the floor. The four remaining guards pause at the sight of 1991.

           
She isn't surprised, who wouldn't freeze at the sight of a young teenage girl in a white, crimson stained combat suit. Her dark hair is cut short above her shoulders, and the muzzle and mask combo that cover her features have drops of blood dripping onto the uniform with a gun discarded at her feet. (What else would she do with the gun, her metal fingers wouldn't leave fingerprints and she definitely wasn't shoving the burning metal into her waistband).

            
But Freefall, oh, she doesn't hesitate to run at them twisting her body around the bullets they fire. She jumps the first, higher than an average human should be able to before wrapping her legs around their neck and snapping it. Freefall uses the momentum of the falling body to catch onto the next guard's middle and swings to kick the man behind him in the nose. A dagger appears in her right hand and pierces the guard's chest that she's on, landing carefully on the ground. Freefall jumps back up and fights hand to hand with the guard she hadn't kicked before she drops to spin on her knee and drive the same knife into his abdomen. She lazily throws the dagger with her right hand into the guard trying to recover from the gushing rush of blood from his recently broken nose.

           
"Rogue?"

           
Freefall looks up to see the twins. Green creeps along the edges of Wanda's features, Pietro looks like he's either going to throw up or pass out. She steps over a body, blood staining the soles of her shoes that leave crimson footprints on the once clean tiles as she approaches them. 1991's chest rises and falls heavily as she pants.

           
Her smirk can be heard as Freefall questions, "are ve zet?" "Ja," Pietro answers, Wanda knows she will throw up if she tries to speak now. They had barely even seen the little of their parents' corpses when they were murdered. They didn't know they would be seeing more, be causing any more pain or death. Much less did they know they would see someone that they truly trusted doing it, murdering, with such an unwavering resilience. Knowing their discomfort, Freefall takes their wrists in a small, yet in some way comforting action to turn them to the exit and away from all the death that marrs the hall. "Kood, let's ko pefore packup comes."

           
She gives their shaking hands a small squeeze as she releases their palms, 1991 picks up a pistol from a guards side. She watches their backs as she steps uneasily with them, and when a new pack of security comes running Freefall orders Wanda and Pietro to close their eyes as she kills them.

           
The trio make it back to where they were first dumped in the field to find a jet waiting. The twins stagger up and into seats after handing the USB stick to the top man on board.

           
Freefall breaths in a painfully hard to find breath before stepping up into the jet. She is allowed to wrap the wound on her arm taking a slow and deliberate time as the cream colored bandage bleeds with the ugly red leaking from the bullet wound. It brings back far too many memories that Freefall does not want to remember. But those were the memories that she got to keep; the kills, the wounds, and the beatings.

             
'Oh gods,' her heart patters faster with anxiety at even the thought of a beating. 1991 thinks, hope creeping in to settle in her gut, that everything went right. That this mission will not warrant another lesson to be learned, that it will not warrant the beating that is surely in store.

⌖𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝! 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞.⌖
⌖𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧? 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬!⌖
⌖𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐬𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤! 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐘!⌖
⌖𝟏𝟎-𝟐𝟖-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎⌖

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This chapter became increasingly hard to write because it's really starting to hit me what she's going to go through and it hurts me to have her go through it. I love my little ghost so much, and I'm trying so hard to get to the Avengers so she can be hap-pier.

But goodness, I hope all of you are ready to stick with me as we go through this because it's going to get better, and then it's going to hurt. Thennn there's going to be a lot that doesn't make sense, and if I write this all just the way I want - wE wIlL aLl sOb tOgeThEr. Just know that her character really does change the other characters including their story lines and y'all will really get to see that in the next couple of chapters!!

As always thank you for reading and supporting me!! I love your votes and comments ( even if I'm to awkward to respond ). Love y'all to Asgard and back, hope y'all enjoyed the chapter!!

hahahhaa AND SHE HASN'T EVEN MET T'CHALLA YET!!!

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EDITED IT A BIT!!
( 6-3-2021 )