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𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 : strong language.

This is gonna get real confusing and I'm sorry, its been a while.

•Third Person POV

To say Laurent was distressed was an understatement.

It had been a month since Y/N disappeared.

She wouldn't pick up. She wouldn't message. The apartment was a mess when he got back.

He knew of her past.

Laurent stared down at his phone.

'I should've kept a closer eye on her.'

Y/N glared at Egon, arms crossed.

"You said you would tell me my mission, but it's been a month!"

"Don't yell at me young lady," Egon said putting out his cigar. He pulled open a drawer and took out a file.

Y/N grabbed the file and opened it before taking out the papers.

Her eyes widened.

Her... Parents.

"I don't get it," She muttered.

"I might as well tell you, you're old enough to know."

"Of course, I'm a grown woman," Y/N rolled her eyes.

She sat down and crossed her legs, leaning back in the seat.

"Your parents owed me money. They were a young couple, deep in love.

They came to me when they wanted to elope. Their parents were against their relationship.

So I gave them the money if they did something for me.

They failed at it. So I gave them the opportunity to pay me back. I gave them enough time.

They, again, failed to do so."

Y/N listened intently.

" I found out they had a daughter. You. So I sent people to track them down.

It went well until they gave you up. They did it to protect but... Its obvious it didn't work."

" So why are they my mission? "

" To get your revenge," Egon said, "They left you behind."

"To get me away from you," She said.

"I wouldn't have hurt you," He said.

Y/N mocked a laugh, "Funny."

"Are you going to do it?"

"Sure, I want to hear the story from them," Y/N said.

"Lucky you, they were dumb enough to come here."

•Time Skip

Y/N fixed her clothes before equipping herself with various weapons.

Her outfit resembled one that Black Widow herself would wear.

"Ready?"

Y/N hummed before looking at Egon. She took out the phone she was given a few days ago.

It had the address of her parents.

She put the phone away before leaving the room.

Egon led her to the garage.

Infornt of her was a black Damon Hypersport sx.

" Wow, you shouldn't have," Y/N said nonchalantly.

"You need something fast."

"What if I don't know how to ride it?" Y/N asked, her arms folded.

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