The mission plan was anything but violent. My job was to blow up a warehouse full of emergency supplies destined for a Canadian-American coast that had recently been hit with multiple tornadoes. Unfortunately there were bound to be multiple security guards and they weren't supposed to leave the premises.

This however was nothing compared to my fathers part of the job. He was going to 'eliminate' four targets and everything that got in the way.

I felt three times as much anxiety as I usually did. A sick feeling had been writhing in my stomach ever since I had gotten back. After feeling the exhilarating triumph of helping someone it made this feel all that much worse. This was going to be a bloody night.

My father seemed more on edge tonight, almost like this was one of the most important jobs he had done.

At the docs I kept track of the intervals between routine perimeter checks. There were only two guards, but that was still two people I was supposed to kill.

My sixth sense was spiraling out of control, danger seemed to be emanating from every shadow and breeze, it had been becoming more and more unreliable.

My com link crackled to life in my ear. "I want the charges to explode in four minutes. Go now."

I did as I was told, skirting the light emitted by the street lamps, following just behind guard number one until he passed a door. It would be just under two minutes until the second guard came into view. I dug out my lock picks and unlocked the door. My father had told me I didn't need to worry about any system alarms, so I didn't waste any time slipping inside.

The warehouse was stacked floor to ceiling with crates all of them no doubt filled with supplies. Supplies meant to save lives. Was I now killing people by restricting the supplies they so desperately needed? Could me pushing a button mean that I was killing maybe even hundreds of people?

"Are the charges set?" My father asked.

"Almost." I replied, dropping my backpack off my shoulders and pulling out the explosives, I rigged them to the detonator.

I held the detonation button in my left hand. I sighed reluctantly,"It's ready."

Just then my sixth sense flared and I barely had the presence of mind to drop the switch before an arrow shattered it right where my hand had been.

I spun around.

"What is it?" My father asked.

"It's Hawkeye!" The guy who had taken my side in a school fight was now shooting at me.

I dove to the side behind an aisle as another arrow grazed my arm and chipped the concrete.

"Good keep him occupied."

Good? He thought this was good?

My sixth sense flared again and I ducked as Captain America's shield flew over my head, bouncing off a railing.

I knew I shouldn't have gotten so attached to them. They do hate me after all, they just don't know it yet.

The first thing I should have done was grab my glocks, but instead I reached for my Katanas and deflected one of Hawkeye's arrows with its blade. By then The Captain was upon me. He threw a punch at my face and I ducked, deflecting another arrow. While I was distracted The Captain knocked the other Katana out of my hand with his shield. I responded by slamming my elbow into his ribcage. My super strength sent him stumbling backwards with a grunt.

I took off running, sheathing my katana as I went. two more arrows flew at me and I let my sixth sense guide me around them safely. Up ahead there was a skylight, so I jumped, the force of my super strength carrying me three quarters of the way up the shelves. I could hear Captain America close behind me and my sense was warning me of another threat entering the building. Black Widow.

My sixth sense spiked as I leapt from the scaffolding to the skylight. A crackle of energy sliced the air just beneath my feet. My fingers latched on to the I-beam framing the skylight. I swung my feet up with all my might, smashing it and launching myself through it.

I scrambled to my feet, a door slammed in front of me, so I turned and ran to the other edge. It was a fourteen foot drop into water. Water. Why did it have to be water? Ever since my father had almost drowned me I couldn't bear the thought of swimming.

I spun around. Captain America had pulled himself through the skylight and he had his shield on his arm.

"Just calm down and we can make this easy," he offered.

He took a step forward, I took one back.

"If you work with us, we can make a deal," He said. I took a step to the side. I was cornered. There were people circling the whole building. This was going to be anything but easy.

"Come on kid." He seemed a bit....disappointed and I found myself thanking the stars for my full face mask and the voice modulator. I didn't want him to see me. I didn't want him to be disappointed in me.

I reached out with my sixth sense finding the place with the least danger, The side to my right, right next to the corner.

I took a deep breath and then ran at Captain America. He readied himself, widening his stance, but I didn't attack, instead I dropped to the ground and slid between his legs. I grabbed his boot and yanked, tripping him. Before he could have a chance to get up I leapt off the roof.

I hit the grass hard and rolled with impact before I was on my feet again and running. Three bullets and two more arrows were fired at me as I ran and I was able to dodge all but one bullet that grazed my waist.

I could hear footsteps pursuing me, that would be the Captain and the motorcycle would likely be Ms. Widows. I darted right, down another street of warehouses before veering left again down a narrower, less trafficked ally. The Captain was now only a few seconds behind me, all it would take would be one slip up to get caught.

The sound of the motorcycle was now more distant, she was taking another route to cut me off, but then suddenly Captain America switched directions and started to run in the other direction.

I almost stopped to watch him, but better judgement kept me running until I was sure no one was in a five mile radius.

"Status?" My Father asked.

Panting I responded. "I was ambushed by the Avengers and unable to detonate the charges and then they just broke off pursuit!"

"Don't worry, the real mission has been completed."

I wanted to ask how the mission had been completed if I hadn't held up my end....unless he had wanted the Avengers to show up. I was the distraction. Again my father had used me and I had had no idea.(If anyone has any insight into whether or not I should use two had's or not I would love some advice.)

Next friday Clint texted me

Clint

Want to hang out this weekend?

Will you shoot me?

Kira

Sorry, I can't. I have a school project to do.

Clint

Okay, we can find another time.

I can choose to schedule my death?

I was almost glad that my Father was home and I didn't have a choice in the matter. I didn't have to think about how complicated I felt about it.

For the next four days my Father trained me harder than usual. My bruises and cuts increased three fold, but my Father also fed me three times as much, so they healed relatively quickly. Something seemed to be going wrong in his business, he was always getting phone calls and checking up on developments. My training was like his way of balancing out his problems. Too bad it wasn't a little less painful.

On the first night my Father used his concentrated alcohol and got drunk and once he was passed out on the floor I donned my vigilante persona and patrolled the streets for crime. I ended up stopping two muggings, one robbery and pulled two kids out of a flaming car wreck.

Despite the exhaustion it was exhilarating, finally a shot of adrenaline that wasn't tied to bloody deeds. Or at least less bloody deeds.

My Father had gotten drunk twice more that week and each time I went out as the new persona the media was calling the Morning Star. I kind of liked it, it was way better than the nickname Shadow of Death that the FBI had given me.

one night I was sitting on a rooftop waiting to be needed when my sixth sense erupted. An arrow sliced the air and slammed into the concrete roof top not four feet away. Before I could decide what exit was the best Hawkeye had ziplined down the wire.

"Wow, you even look younger in person." He said. My brows furrowed. What was he doing? I whipped my head around reaching out with my sixth sense. It didn't find anyone. Did he come alone?

He my half crouched position on the edge of the building. "Relax, I just wanted to meet NYC's newest Vigilante. I'm Clint Barton." He held out his hand to shake and I tentatively shook it. Have I really met this guy as three different people? Is this a crime?

He looked out at the city. "So do you just sit up here at night and wait until a crime shows up?"

"Uh, I-Uh, Usually I walk around." God, I hate that stutter.

He chuckled. "I guess it's a slow night?" He sat on the edge of the building swinging his feet.

I was frozen in place. Does he really want to just have friendly conversations?

"Oh, come on, I'm relatively not that scary." he patted the ledge beside him and I slowly moved to sit down, just out of arm's reach.

"So do you like the code name the media has given you?"

I smirked, though he couldn't see it with my mask. "It's pretty creative. What do you think?" The words came out a little strange due to my voice modulator, which I had changed a bit for my Vigilante Persona.

He smirked. "I don't know, Night star might fit you better."

"But it doesn't sound as cool."

"True..." He chuckled again.

There was a moment of silence before he asked. "So are you like 20 to 25, right?"

This one caught me off guard for a moment. He thought I was twenty, not sixteen. It took me a little too long to realize this was a great opportunity for misdirection."Uh, yeah. I'm in that range." This time I was grateful the Modulator covered up the unsteady waver in my voice.

he grunted. "Huh, that's pretty young. How'd you get your powers?"

Oh, Crap. He knew I had powers, I'd tried to be really careful and hide those, so my Father wouldn't find out.

He inspected me. "You don't want people to know?"

"It's a-uh personal thing." That was a terrible excuse. I cringed, he wasn't going to accept that.

He hummed to himself slowly nodding. Sometimes my Father would do that before an explosion. I leaned away and gripped the ledge until it hurt.

He finally spoke. "I think only me and my friends figured it out, so you should be okay for a while, but I'll warn you the public usually finds out about these things."

Did he just say he was going to keep my secret? I sighed inwardly, I was going to have to be more careful.

He stood up from the ledge. "It was nice meeting you Ms. star. Good luck and be careful. I'll see you around."

He jerked a thumb towards a fire escape. "I'm gonna take the stairs this time."

I let out a giggle that sounded almost hysterical with the voice modulator. He turned and scrambled down the fire escape.

The encounter left me shaken. I shook off the feeling then vaulted from ledge. 

AUTHORS NOTES

This may not be my longest chapter, but it is on time this week!!!

I am honestly super excited about this story, I promise the plot and action will build up a more in the coming chapters and I will NOT go easy on the angst. 

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