Namara stormed out of the plane toward Fury, shoving aside the agents that tried to stop her. "Fury you sick son of a bi-"
"Miss Ackermann," One of the agents interrupted grabbing her arm.
Grabbing the agents wrist, Namara flipped him over her shoulder and slammed him into the ground. "Stay down," she hissed.
"Miss Ackermann, is their a problem?" Fury asked.
"Yeah, there is," Namara snapped. "Why wasn't I made aware that there was a human asset in that base?"
"Because the asset is not human."
"Are you serious?" Namara shouted, "He's a kid Fury! And you have him locked up like a feral animal!"
"Miss Ackermann, the boy is HYDRA asset 7723. He is a dangerous enhanced individual that is to be sedated and kept in lockup until further notice."
Namara glared at Fury, her eyes glimmering with rage. She really hated working for SHIELD, in some ways it was as bad as HYDRA. "Fury, I'd tell you to go to hell. But I won't, seeing as I currently work there and don't want to have to see you everyday."
Turning on her heel, Namara stormed out of the loading bay and toward the garage. She needed to fix this. She'd find someone to help her, and she knew just who.
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Night Flyer
FanfictionCircus Freak. Dancer. Ice Skater. Trapeze Artist. Runaway. Orphan. Outcast. Experiment. Monster. All of these words have been used to describe Namara Ackermann. All of them fit. Taken from the Circus where she grew up, 19 year old Namar...
