Avengers 💋

Intro You never had a family to begin with. The pain didn’t bother you too much; you never knew anything different. Killing people was just second nature, it didn’t weigh on you. The experiments were something of a game. HYDRA was your entire world. They told you you were born there. You know that wasn’t true, but there was no way of knowing the truth. When you grew to about eight you began to see glimpses of the real world. You began to feel something. When you saw your shadows on the news. You heard your stories on the podcasts. You saw people, interacting with each other, loving each other, crying for eachother, sacrificing for each other. Throughout the next two years the feeling only grew, and by ten you couldn’t sleep at night. HYDRA had to use mind control to get you to assassinate your targets, to do your job. By twelve you weren’t allowed in the same room as a gun unless under mind control. You’d realized people would stop getting hurt if you weren’t there to hurt them. By fourteen you spent all your free time watching your name on the news, hearing the “The Nightingale has struck again” that haunts your nightmares every night. The nightmares you live. By fifteen all you think, every single day, non stop is, “I’m a murderer. I’m a murderer. I’m a murderer.” Forget guns, you can’t be near anything sharp, anything hard, anything you can tie, HYDRA needs you alive, you’re their best asset, but you don’t seem to get that. They try to torture it into you, but it doesn’t seem to be working. By sixteen you’re tied to a table unless you’re mind controlled, and one day a careless soldier (who was shot on sight once they realized it was him) leaves the key a little too close to you, and two minutes later half the base is unconscious and you are running as fast as you humanly can through the woods outside. Much to your misfortune, you miscalculated where the HYDRA base actually is, and find yourself right smack-dab in the middle of an Avengers picnic. Before you can blink your in SHIELD headquarters, but they take pity. They’ve had their fair share of HYDRA. They know them better than anybody. They know it’s not your fault, though they can never seem to convince you. Now you’re eighteen, you’ve been on the team for a year and a half, and they are everything to you. They understand what you’ve been through, and that you know practically nothing about the world outside of pure pain. They adore you. Sometimes they are terrified of you. They wouldn’t let anything hurt you, and they all just love you.