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Chapter 4; Reborn

A/N: This chap might be a little dialogue heavy. This is due to the answers now being revealed and it's a lot.

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FLINCHLEY'S BROW ROSE, dumfounded by the news he has recently discovered. News was spreading like wildfire in just the small period since the reveal of L/N's status.

"This has to be a joke..."

Mirrocc sighed, shaking his head. "Unfortunately, not." He assuringly claimed. "He's been out there all this time..." He added.

Monveta stared at the floor, in awe. Thoughts running in his mind rapidly, stacking like a bunch of books continously. A moment of silence, occurring. Not awkward, not comfortable. A moment of thought before the tension was released.

"What do we do now?"  Asked Mirrocc.

Flinchley took a sharp intake of breath, slowly looking up at the L/N's clone.

"We move forward.. Scatter the bombs."

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A FLASHBACK entering Y/N's mind as he sat in a small room. The room was blank, two-way mirrors surrounding him as he slowly closed his eyes in reminisce.

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"S.H.I.E.L.D! STAND DOWN!" A familiar voice exclaimed.

Y/N's eyes widened, his body tensing. His back facing the rest. He brought his arms up slowly, interlocking his finger on the top of his mask, pulling it up. His right hand gripping his mask as he raised his arms in surrender.

He slowly turned around, his face covered in small amounts of bruises from the kick . As the light reflected on his face, he slowly shot his head up.

Revealing himself.

Small gasps could be heard even from the distance.

Fury stood there.... he just stood there.... speechless.

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When the flashback ended, he didn't even notice that his hands were curled up to a fist, slightly shaking from the tight grip. He was frustrated. His wrists close together, cuffed on top of the table.

The sound of the door opening snapped him out of his aggressive trance. He didn't bother to look up. Somehow the footsteps already gave him the answer on who entered. The matching pitch of light footsteps, indicating the person's build was not too big. The sound waves slightly high pitched, indicating they had slight small heels at the back foot.

His thoughts piecing the puzzle unconsciously, probably from too much detective work.

He came to a conclusion.

"What do you want, Romanoff?" He mused.

His head slowly shooting up. Nat's lips pursed together, slowly sitting down the spare chair. As she did so, her hands reaching for something making Y/N raise his eyebrow in curiosity. Once her hands were out of her pocket it revealed a small bottle, it rattled when she brought it out.

"Don't forget your pills." Nat reminded, sliding a glass of water.

Y/N scoffed.

"Aw-- You remembered.."

He'd always get migraines if he didn't take his meds.

"Of course I did." Nat remarked as Y/N, who was still cuffed, grabbed his needed pills. Leaning forward to take it. "Every morning on our two month stake out. Worst two months of my life."