Dangerous (Ethan Hunt x OC) **ongoing**

*prologue*

May 22, 2004

A perfect shot. It was now or never. Pull the trigger. Just do it. Come on. You've been trained for this. It's muscle memory. Pull the trigger. Just do it.

All of these thoughts and more kept racing through my mind. I looked through my scope at the targets, preparing to pull the trigger.

But I just couldn't. Something felt wrong.

I could feel a cold sweat beginning to form along the back of my neck. I swallowed, readjusting my grip on my rifle once more.

"Agent Romanov." The voice came through on my comlink, echoing in my ear. That cold, distant voice that had been haunting me since I was a child. His British accent sounded so out of place amidst the Russian I had grown up around. "We cannot provide a distraction much longer. Pull the trigger."

I readjusted yet again, my arm coming down to rest on my bent knee. Looking through the scope, I saw the three targets. They looked so happy, and evidently completely oblivious to the environment around them. They didn't look as if they could harm Russia in any way. In fact, they didn't look like they could hurt anybody at all.

"Agent Romanov!" The voice grew more impatient, and suddenly I snapped out of it.

I pulled the comlink out of my ear, smashing it underneath my boot. Since I cut communications with them, I estimated I had about seven minutes before they caught up to me. I quickly took apart my rifle, stuffing it back inside my backpack. Luckily, I had the presence of mind to pack a few extra supplies before I left for this mission. I could probably make it to the nearest train station in less than half an hour if I hurried.

I quickly scaled down the side of the building I was on, and I hit the ground running. I faltered in my steps, but only for a moment. I rerouted myself, instead going back to my home and getting my younger sister. Hopefully she had her bag packed already. We'd talked many times about a quick getaway if need be. Tonight was the night.

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I had to wake Sophia up when I got home. She started to protest, but after seeing the look on my face, she understood. Silently, we moved about the house, gathering only the essentials. We left within five minutes, walking to the nearest train station. I kept Sophia close beside me, silently noting how she was wearing dark colors like me. Smart girl.

I started growing more suspicious when we were almost to the train station and there was no sign of anybody. It was too quiet. The beginning rays of dawn began to show in the sky, and I knew we were running out of time.

"Sophia, listen to me." I turned to my thirteen year old sister, kneeling down to her level. "No matter what happens, you run. You get on that train, and you get as far away from here as you can. Do you understand?" Sophia nodded, and I noticed tears starting to well up in her eyes.

"Why do you have to go?" she asked me, her bottom lip slightly quivering. Oh, how I wished she knew everything so she could understand. But I couldn't do that to her. She didn't need to know what I've done, what other people have done, just to keep her safe. Everything I've done has been for her.

"I wish I could tell you, Sophia. But you only have to know this: I love you. Everything I've done has been for you. That's why I have to go- to keep you safe." I kissed her forehead, smoothing her hair away from her face. "Now go. I'll find you. I love you, sestra." No sooner had I spoken the words did I hear a gunshot.

I didn't notice the pain at first. Sophia looked at me with wide eyes, but I started shaking my head at her. "Go, Sophia, now!" She understood the urgency in my voice, turning and running towards the train platform. Slowly, I stood up, pressing my hand to the back of my left shoulder where a bullet had lodged itself. A warning shot, if I had to guess. My eyes scanned the area around me, not noticing anything at first.

But then I heard another gunshot.

I knew what had happened before I even turned around. I've never wanted to be wrong more than at this moment. There, lying on the ground, was the unmoving body of my sister. I didn't know what to do at first; emotions were running rampant through me, paralyzing me where I stood. A flash of blonde hair in my peripheral vision had me snapping back into action. I hated leaving my sister behind, but I had to avenge her.

The woman was quicker than I would have suspected. I chased after her through alleyways and streets, but I ended up losing her. The adrenaline that was once fueling me started to leave my body, and I slumped against the wall of the nearest building. My bullet wound pulsed with pain, and I grimaced at the thought I would have to take the bullet out and stitch it up later.

Once I caught my breath, the reality of the situation hit me. I disobeyed my orders. I ran like a coward. I led my sister into danger when she would've been safer at home. My sister is dead because of me. But perhaps worst of all was the revelation of not knowing what would happen after this.

Would they find me? Would I be killed, or worse? Would I ever be able to start a new life, and try to live normally?

Would I always be alone?

{A/N}: I hope you enjoyed the first part of this book! I don't think there's enough Ethan Hunt content out there so I knew I just had to write this. Please vote and comment- I really love reading them!