April 20th, 2012. Time: 8:12 AM

Hela flew down the halls, dodging incoming agents, some giving her suspicious looks. She skidded in front of a door and opened it carefully. Peeking her head in, she checked to see if Ms. Master Assassin was there.

Hela whipped her head back around the corner. Nat was training with the bots, which gave her time to set up the plan. Hela crept into the weapons room, where agents left their handguns for standard training weapons. She carefully took Nat's gun, unloading the bullets and shifting it to safety and slipping it into her pocket. She kept a hand on the gun and brushed past the busy agents once out the door.

Hela bursted through the lab doors with a huge smile as she entered. Tony raised an eyebrow.

"Back so early?" He asked as she sat down in her chair. Tony placed a hand on the headrest and spun her around.

"Yup," Hela responded, pushing against the floor to keep the chair spinning.

"Uh..huh. Okay, Hela. What'd you do?"
Tony leaned against the back of her chair as Hela messed with the holographic screen.

"I..." She paused, wondering if she should tell them. "May or may not have 'borrowed' one of Natasha's guns." Bruce looked up, eyes wide.

"Hela-" he began.

"Not sure if she'll be happy about that, kiddo. Try not to get caught." The sarcastic scientist grinned. Hela beamed.

"I should probably go hide, though. See you later!" Hela shoved the holographic screen away and went to a vent, untwisted the screws and jumped in, shuffling along. Tony grabbed the cover quickly and latched it back on.

"I still don't know why you like to do that, Helly," Tony chuckled. Hela's laugh carried throughout the vents, sending an involuntary shiver down Tony's spine.

"It's more fun this way!" Hela answered. Her feet could be heard shuffling away, headed out of the lab.

Tony sighed as her footsteps faded.
"Work is... interesting with Hela here," Tony said, bringing up a map of the helicarrier.
"Mhm," Banner said, nodding along to Tony.

"Bruce, do you ever feel like keeping the secret from Hela was ever a bad idea? Especially with Loki as a threat to us. To Hela." He popped a blueberry in his mouth, chewing to thoughts spinning through his head. Banner didn't answer.

"Hey, I'm waiting for an answer." Tony threw a blueberry, snapping Bruce out of his work. Banner sighed, and flicked his screen away. He put his hands on the table and turned his head to Stark.

"To be honest, Tony, I think it's for the best. If she knew, what would she think of herself? The antagonist of her own life? She doesn't have anyone her age to fall back to- we're not exactly high-school sophomores anymore, Tony. She's almost sixteen. I mean, Loki is saying 'I'm going to war with S.H.I.E.L.D.'" Bruce sighed, shifting uneasily.

"Look, there wasn't a lot from Thor during those past few years, but Loki had tried to become king by keeping Thor exiled and sending the Destroyer, and then killing his birth father. If Hela knew that, she'd take it two ways; one would be that she would go on a murder-hunt for Loki. The second way would be that she might think its in her nature to kill and wound, and both of those options aren't great for a teenager."

Tony paused, a half-chewed blueberry in his mouth. "Bruce, that phone call was thirty seconds long and from some chick named Jane." Tony pointed at him with his thumb and forefinger, a blueberry in between the two digits, and said, "You pay a lot more attention then I do."

Banner shrugged. "I took notes."

~

The first thing a criminal should do to avoid being caught is to avoid the crime scene.

Hela went back to the weapons room, watching Tasha storming out, her fiery hair bouncing as she walked. She was pissed, Hela could guess that much. As she watched Natasha walk away through the vents, Hela thought, then quickly shuffled towards another vent.

She slid down the shafts, quickly heading to Natasha's room. Hela unlatched the opening, dropping the gun onto a plainly made bed.

Wow, Tasha. Get some better decorations. At least a poster or some string lights. A lamp?

Hela shut the vent cover and maneuvered throughout the vents to her room. She froze as she saw Ms. Redhead, pacing back and forth, still fuming. Hela started backing away when a vent cover fell out from underneath her, making her land on the ground ever so ungracefully. She banged her forearm on the corner of her dresser.

"Ow! Uh... Hey." She smiled akwardly at the assassin. Natasha gritted her teeth at the  fifteen year old in front of her. "Hela, don't steal my guns. They're not toys, they're weapons. You have to be careful." She held out a hand for Hela, lifting her from the ground. Natasha looked at the vents and shook her head.

"Haha, Nat. Since when did you care?" Hela mumbled, dusting herself off. She really needed to vacuum her room.

"Umnik, I've always cared."

Hela sighed and glanced at Natasha. "You know what? I've always thought we've gotten off on the wrong foot." Of course, when she was five, she had mixed green food dye, vinegar, and a sample from Tony's lab to create a small paint explosion that may or may not have went into Natasha's bunk.

Hela stuck out her hand. "Let's start over. Hello, my name is Hela and I'm going to become an S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. What's your name?"

Natasha scoffed. "Teper' ty deystvitel'no smeshnoy. My name is Natasha Romanov," she said as they shook hands. "Now, seriously, though. Where's my gun?"

"Always right to the point. Well, for your gun, it could be anywhere," Hela gestured around the room and cracked a grin. "Nah, I'm just messing. It's in your room. Dropped it from the vents," Hela answered, putting the vent screen back in place.

Natasha sighed, smiled, and shut the door. When Hela turned around, Natasha was gone.

Hela groaned and looked around the room.

Wow, I'm 'Hela' bored. Hah. Hahah. Why.
She took out her laptop, a piece of paper and a pencil, and her phone. She placed the items onto her bed and began to spin around. When she stopped in front of the bed, Hela pointed at one. She opened her eyes and found that she had picked the pencil and paper, the phone off by mere centimeters. Hela placed the paper on her desk and sat down.

Her fingers gripped the pencil, wondering what to draw. She decided to pick randomly, and let her right hand travel across the sheet, choosing where to draw. As her hand drifted across the paper, her mind began to wander to the profile she had seen earlier. Who was that man? He looked almost... familiar, yet distant. Did she have family on Asgard? If so, then why was she here? If she had a family, then how did S.H.I.E.L.D even know about him? As Hela thought, she looked down at a finished picture. It was some type of staff or scepter, Hela could guess that much.

At the tip, it was knife-like, with a long, curved blade, then smaller edges opposite of it, curving inwards. In the middle of the two sides, just above the base of the knives, was what looked like a stone. The handle was long and shaded in parts, like the sun was hitting it.

Just to be sure of what it was, Hela scrounged for her colored pencils, a gift from Steve for her eleventh birthday, and let the other hand, her left, dip into it, picking three colors.

Gold, silver, and a slightly dark colored blue. Interesting combination. She guessed the silver was for the blades, and the gold for the handle. Hela didn't understand why blue was for the stone, but she colored them anyways.

When she was done, Hela posted it onto her wall of drawings. Most of the drawings were sketches of sunny hills and green meadows, and not one of them was anything like this.

What is it? A weapon? Something Asgardian? A S.H.I.E.L.D project? A HYDRA project?

Hela wondered as she studied the picture.

'What about the guy that brainwashed Clint? Is that his weapon?"

She shook it off, exiting her room. As she touched the panel to leave, Hela fell to the ground on her hands and knees. She started shaking violently, as if a seizure was occurring. Images flashed through her mind as he vision faded rapidly. Someone was screaming at her, very loud and ear piercing.

An army of aliens with masks to cover their faces, all at the hands of an unknown man, clad in armor, addressing the creatures.
"The world will be mine, the universe yours. And the humans? What can they do, but burn!" The shadow yelled, and the creatures grunted in response, loud enough to shake the floor beneath them.

Hela's vision returned, and she realized she was covered in sweat. She fumbled to grab something to hold herself up, and her fingers closed around her desk. She pulled herself up and shivered. Hela had no clue what that was, but she was sure it was bad. 'Just a stupid nightmare.' Hela shook herself off and opens her door.

Everyone in sight was either staring at her or walking away very fast. The people staring at her were given a cold glare and walked away very quickly.

The vision alone was enough to scare her, and it wasn't easy scaring an Asgardian.

Hela walked down the halls to the weapons room, where she had been just an hour before. As she entered the training hall, Hela took a blindfold from her pocket and tied it around her neck. Her sneakers squeaked as she strode over to a control panel, setting the Tony's Iron Suits to the max. Hela walked out to the center of the training hall and pulled the blindfold up over her eyes. Her hearing and touch senses heightened, and she could hear the whir of the machines and the vibrations underneath her feet. Hela heard the suits fire up, and it sounded as if there were about five of them. She took a stance, and ducked.

A repulsor beam shot pass her head, missing it by centimeters. She heard the buzz of the suits die down.

Hela turned and swung her leg, aiming for the direction in which the beam came from. Her foot met hand, and in a split second she wondered if it was a robot or human, and felt the grip loosen. Hela dropped her foot and loosened the blindfold. Her gaze traveled from her blindfold and landed on none other than Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D. "Uhh... Hey, Nicky. What's up?" Hela asked, a bit sheepish. She knew why he was there.

"I understand you took Agent Romanoff's gun earlier today, correct?" Fury asked her, raising a single eye at her.
"Angry much? It's a prank. The safety was on and the gun was unloaded.

Fury went down on one knee and looked at her in the eye. "I don't care if it was unloaded. A gun is dangerous-"

"Nick!"

"-no matter what you think. Hela, we are at war. S.H.I.E.L.D doesn't have time to deal with children carrying weapons."

"One, I'm not a child. Two, guns are not dangerous to me. I learned every offensive and defensive tactics there were by the age of nine, and perfected them a year later. I knew how to shoot, assemble, disassemble, reassemble, reload and hide any gun in plain sight. I honestly don't think they're dangerous. Now," Hela continued, frustration blooming. "If you've come here to lecture me about guns, jokes, pranks, or anything else, I suggest you might want to start talking. I've got training to do," Hela fixed her blindfold and turned on her heels.

"Actually, I've come to offer you a deal."

"Oh?"

"No more... mischief for a while, and you can help us track down the man who compromised Agent Barton." Fury stuck out his hand, and raised an eyebrow. Hela spun back around.

"Director Fury, it would be my genuine pleasure." Hela grinned and shook his hand.

"Good. Finish your training." He stood up and nodded. Hela nodded back and lifted the blindfold. She could hear the clicks of his boots as he walked away. Hela heard the repulsor beams fire up again and dodged one, flipping over and tapping it out. It fell to the ground, the lights fading. She heard another coming at her and ran towards it, jumping onto it and tapping the pressure point. As she finished the remaining bots, Fury looked on, a reminiscence of a smile on his face.

~

Hela walked into the cafeteria and grabbed a Granny Smith Apple. She bit into it as she went down the halls once more this day, glancing at the nightshift agents. Hela entered her room and set the apple down, collapsing onto her bed. Her thoughts raced in her mind as she stared at the ceiling, wishing she could do something. A thought pushed its way to the front of her mind and Hela bolted up, grinning.

She grabbed her apple and her laptop, taking it to the lab, checking the time. It read 10:32 PM. Her laptop booted up and she logged into the laptop. Hela had connected it to the S.H.I.E.L.D. network, through a lot of sleepless nights.

The laptop started and Hela clicked on a video game, which brought up a S.H.I.E.L.D database. She scrolled through the active missions.

S.H.I.E.L.D, under Director Fury's orders, gave Hela a Clearance Level 7, though she wasn't an Agent. She could access almost all the files, except for the more 'top secret' missions. Though she had Clearance Level 7, she still found out about the Clearance Level 8-10 files, due to.. things.

Hela found the Project: Tesseract file and clicked on it, accessing the Level 7 need-to-know basis. She scrolled down past the description and blurred objective, and clicked on 'Valid Agents'.

"Let's see- Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Steve, Clint? But he's gone. Where am I on this?" Hela muttered. She closed Project: Pegasus and scrolled down to another list.

'Known Enemies Of S.H.I.E.L.D.'

Hela clicked on it, excitement growing. Tony and Bruce put all their best firewalls and security around it. Hela had no clue why, but the file was dangerous. Though she had no interest of enemies of S.H.I.E.L.D., she could at least find out some intel on the latest event. Going through the script, Hela stressfully managed to clear the security. She muttered, continuing through the list. No one of interest until Hela passed the photo of that person Tony was looking at. She scrolled back up, clicking on the file.

A hand reached over her shoulder and closed the laptop. Hela spun around, almost kicking Tony in the shin. She groaned as he started to talk.
"Hela, you shouldn't go poking around in stuff. Listen-"

Tony started to trip, a slurred string of curse words forming in his mouth. Hela got up and steadied him.

"Oh my god. Are you drunk?"

"Listen Hela, I need to head back to Stark Tower real quick for scientific stuff. Stay safe, hacker," Stark mumbled, placing a hand on the computer.

Tony lifted the computer and started to walk out of the lab, when Hela caught him by his arm. She knew he could handle his alcohol, so she didn't need to say 'get a pilot' or anything. "Where are you taking my laptop, Tony?" Hela asked as she stared at him, and wished he would just give her the laptop back.

Tony saw the curiosity in her eyes and sighed. "I'm going to lock it somewhere in my room, Hela." Tony answered, pinching his nose. He averted his gaze from Hela as she sighs and let go of his arm. She walked away, leaving her without a trace of who compromised Clint.

She was miserable until she touched her doorknob, then remembered Fury's offer and grinned.

She was going to find the man who brainwashed Clint, and kill him.
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