Be the change - N.R

- p.t1

J'S POV:

I got up from the floor of the room I was currently squatting in. I grab my gun and knife and shove them into my hoodie pocket.

I'm on the bottom floor so I climb through the already smashed in window, and I insert my earphones and blast "she knows".

... Bad things happen to the people you love, and you find yourself praying up to heaven above. But honestly I've never had much sympathy. Cos the bad things I always saw them coming for me I'm gonna.... Run ... run...... a-a wa-

Perfect. I think as I look over the street to the local shopping market. I dig through my pockets trying to find my money. Shit, I must have dropped it.

Oh well, I'm not a trained spy for nothing. I sigh and rub shoulders with people running past. I slip my hand in and out of peoples pockets and bags. Until..

Aha got it. A wallet. I scramble the small bag in and out until I find myself a credit card.

Well let's go clothes shopping, I hate shopping. I used to love it, but now its useless unless you really need too.

I go into the closest shop, and look around. After about 2 and a half hours I find my bag overloaded with clothing items. This is what I gathered:

Ah that's good enough for now.

I go to the public toilets and quickly change into my first outfit I bought, dumping the old one in the bush outside it.

*bing*

My phone vibrates, looking down at it, I read, "£200,500 Kaci Davids, New York. Cheshire building anton. 9:30PM Saturday"

"I'm back in business bitches" I laugh out.

I hadn't had an offer for a month. A whole month. Which means no money for a month. Which is bad. I need money to live. So this opportunity was a life saver.

I never thought I would end up in a business like this after HYDRA.. I thought I would be doing better things. Maybe just staying a spy. But no I'm a bloody hit woman.

Oh well at least it pays well.

I buy a ticket to New York from where I'm currently staying (England). And make sure I leave today.

I don't have much stuff so it's ideal really. I just need my gun some clothes and a bag. So that's exactly what I'll bring.

I call a taxi to come pick me up and lean against the street light and wait, the air is crisp and cold and late night bickering of drunks can be heard from down the street.

Damn, I won't miss it here.

I was knocked out of my thoughts when a seemingly loud horn rang through my ears, the taxis here.

I hop in. Give him the airport address and stare out the window. Memories taking over my mind.

FLASHBACK 2012:

"Hey Natty" I half shouted entering the room.
I hear a load of annoyed mumbles.

"Sorry.." I look down at my feet.

"Hey .. hey come on now you have nothing to be sorry about" Natasha says kissing my lips.

"That bitch does always being so loud and obnoxious" Tony groans.

I feel my eyes start watering as I helplessly try to rub them away. As I do I feel to strong hands grab my own. "Stop." She sternly specifies.

I take in a deep breath and look her in the eyes. Her emerald green eyes staring intently into my hazel green eyes.

"I'm going to get some air"

2 HOURS LATER:

I come back after having a long think about what I should do, I'm definitely too emotional to be in the avengers. I'm useless I have nothing good about me. I'm just a crybaby who doesn't know any better.

I enter the compound and tip toe up the stairs, until I overhear some talking. I probably shouldn't have listened in, because what I heard hurt me so much it made me do the worst thing I could've done.

" we can't let her stay here any longer, she cries over absolutely everything. Not to mention she over shares. I come on we Gotta be real here for a second she doesn't benefit the avengers in anyway shape or form." Tony replies with a nod of heads from all around.

" do you know what maybe he's right, it's not what she needs right now. She's all pink and bubbly, and we are all fighters and dark people that fight for the good" Natasha says with pure honesty lacing her tone.

that's it I think, I think I'm done here. I feel even more tears erupt in my eyes. Even Nat said it, she said it this time.

That was the last straw for me. I run, I run faster than I could ever run. The wind flying past my long dirty blonde hair. My face tear soaked.

I carried on until I jolted to stop. Something didn't feel right, fucking hell the whole situation didn't feel right.

"Who's there." I echoed out.

... no reply.

I go to turn round and reach in my bag for my gun, when I feel a sack go over my head along with a needle enter my neck.

The last thing I heard before are you drifted off into a dark sleep, was the word HYDRA.

PRESENT DAY 2015:

Shit were here.

"You alright mam?" The driver questioned.

"All good sir thank you"

I payed with my remaining cash before boarding the plane.

This is gonna be a longggg ride.

Sorry this chapters short the next one will be a long one x ;)