Pandora Logan is a fourteen-year-old genius assassin. She is considered a sociopath to most. When she is hired by H.Y.D.R.A., she has a run-in with the Avengers. This is the first time she doesn't know what is going to happen next.
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^^^^^ This isn't fanart, but art I did of Logan. And yes, Logan does have freckles.
Sorry that this chapter is shorter than normal, but whatever. I had a hard time writing this chapter cause I had so many ideas for future chapters, but not this one. Anyway, I have an idea, what if every Friday I post fanart you guys make on here and on my Instagram. My Instagram is a_broken_sock . You guys can send me your fanart through that or you can link me to your DeviantArt post. Hope you have a wonderful day!
-Sock
"Okay, we have to make sure we fit in," I whisper to them when we're in the taxi. I stared angrily at the taxi driver as he was obviously weirded out by one teenager and two kids in one taxi without our parents. None of us even looked alike. I had brown hair, fair skin, and my eyes were two different colors. Jordan had blonde hair, tanned skin, and green eyes, but Chip absolutely did not look like either of us. You see, Chip was Asian. That's not even racist, that's just a fact!
Like, Jordan and I could pass off as siblings, but we look like we kidnapped Chip!
When the taxi stopped, Jordan thanked the driver who had been suspicious of mostly Jordan. The driver gave a nasty glare to Jordan and Jordan gulped. He had grabbed his one suitcase from the trunk and waved his hand to the driver to tell him that we were all set.
"What's the plan with all of the weapons and stuff?" Chip asked. I sighed.
"Chip, you can't just say stuff like that. Quit joking around," I covered for him. I leaned into his ear and whispered, "Don't worry about it. Just go in with Jordan and I'll meet you guys at the terminal," I whispered. He nodded, confusion obvious on his face.
I ran from where the security cameras could see me. I put on my headphones and selected a random song. I pulled up my hood and place a surgical mask over my mouth. I breathed in and out before heading to a gated entrance.
There was a silver security camera eyeing me down. I waved at it in a mocking fashion. I knew S.H.I.E.L.D. was watching; they were always watching.
I then jumped the fence, crushing a bit of it as I used my vibranium arm to lunge me even further. I felt the gravel ground scratch against my shoes and hands as I landed. The same happy go lucky song played in my ears.
"Hey, kid! You're not supposed to be back here!" a security guard yelled at me. I studied him. He was slightly overweight and had bread crumbs on his uniform shirt; he had probably just gotten off of lunch or was in the middle of it.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, officer. I didn't mean to interrupt your lunch..." I sighed as I took out my gun and clicked off the safety. "...Too bad you won't be able to finish that tuna sandwich your wife made for you." I then shot him directly in between the eyes. I rolled my eyes as he fell to the ground. I then heard sirens go off. Welp... shit...
"We're speed running this, aren't we?" I murmured to myself as I saw several guards with their own weapons. "Listen, boys! We can either do this the easy way or the hard way!" "The easy way is to just let me through and the hard way is Hail Hydra."
As I commanded, the secret Hydra agents I had noticed immediately shot the others. No, I hadn't known Hydra was hiding agents there, but it came in handy when I had noticed how stiff they were. Only agents of Hydra were taught to be that stiff.
"Good job, boys," I complimented the agents. "But..." I crossed my arms in a sassy fashion. I looked at my nails in a bored fashion. "I don't work for Hydra anymore. Oops!" I then shot them all. Fire and pain clouded my eyes as I looked at them. They had hurt me... They had hurt Chip... They hurt Ward...
I stepped on their corpses as I walked to a door. There was blood now on my black boots. The dripping scarlet liquid matched my thoughts perfectly. I red rage filled my body and clouded my vision.
I continued on my journey, opening the big metal door to what I assumed was the office of the security guards. There were computers with the security cameras eyes going on on them. I placed the duffle bag with the weapons down as I sat down. I clicked through a few of the cameras. There were security guards in front of the door to the terminals. "Shit," I mumbled to myself. Why was security so high?
I looked through the notifications of the computers. There was a letter from the FBI. It was my picture and Chip's. I quickly looked through the security cameras to find Chip and Jordan. I sighed as I found them waiting at the terminal. Luckily America is too stupid to notice that he's the Asian boy in the wanted photo.
Then I noticed they literally arrested every Asian boy except for Chip purely because they didn't want the company to be called racist. "It's strange times like these where I love the American press because American businesses are afraid of it."
"Now, onto the next subject," I murmured to myself. "How do I go unnoticed by the guards?"
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Crawling through vents. This is what my life has led to. I sighed. This airport really needs to clean its vents; they are just filled to the brim with dust.
I scrunched up my nose a bit as I sneezed once again. Fucking dust I growled in my head. This should be where the woman's bathroom should be I thought to myself as I stopped. I began punching the vent opening open before dropping the bag filled with illegal objects and then jumping out myself. I quickly examined my surroundings. No one was there surprisingly. In the women's restroom... That just doesn't feel right...
I shrug it off until I see a mother and her daughter enter the room. A dismal feeling washed over me. I walked out of the restroom as I slightly eyed the two. Something was off with me.
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"Hey, you seemed kind of off when you met up with us," Jordan mentioned. Chip was sitting in the window seat, his head on my shoulder as he slept. I sat in the middle which gave some frustrating feelings, and Jordan sat aisle. "Did something happen?" he asked.
"Nothing out of the usual, I guess. I learned I was allergic to dust though," I replied. "Anyway, did you get us a place to stay?"
"Yeah, yeah I did," he responded as he patted my hair down. Then a blush came onto his cheeks. "Sorry, I just used to do that, but I forgot that you probably don't remember," he said as he scratched the back of his neck.
"Eh, I don't really care, but what did you get us?"
"I got us a small apartment. The address is 221B Baker Street. An old lady is the landlord and was happy to rent it to us," he chuckled.
221B Baker Street, huh? Guess it was time to start the next chapter.
