I think you should write a fic from Gen's perspective as she continues her mission to become an international spy by interning with Root much to Shaws horror. Shaw turned her down 1st so its her own fault and now she has to keep an eye on them both
There is no Genrika Zhirova.
Not after your high school graduation anyway. That identity is easy enough to shed. Root says you never forget your first, but you’ve prepared for this since you left the impact zone at age ten.
Erasing your existence feels a lot like erasing old tapes only with more… red tape. It helps that you’re the ward of a presumed dead billionaire and your aunts funnel your trust fund into various offshore accounts for you.
You call Shaw and Root your aunts since calling them your moms weirds them out and your real mom might be out there. Sure, she’s probably still rotting in prison halfway around the world, but she could be alive.
That’s the biggest hope you hold on to.
Vadim didn’t last long without you. Overdose. Shaw says it served him right after he sold you out. One time she told you about how she put his face through a glass table. During a lesson in interrogation techniques, of course.
She’s not happy about your decision to fall off the map. Like she hasn’t burned through dozes of different identities over the years. She teaches you covert ops and makes you run makeshift obstacle courses anyway.
Your counter surveillance tactics are a little rusty. There wasn’t much need for them at prep school. Instead you studied everything from languages to world history to etiquette.
You studied your classmates as well. Adopted their mannerisms and mimicked their body language.
You were the quiet multilingual girl. Forgettable on purpose.
Shaw quizzes you in rapid fire German and Spanish while you try to slip out of handcuffs behind your back. For someone who is so against you being a spy, she sure crams a lot of info into your skull. She says she won’t be the reason you get killed on your first solo mission.
She knows you’ll go on one sooner rather than later, despite the fact that she forbade it.
Root loves your career aspirations so she’s happy to help. She teaches you about tasers and torture and torture with tasers. She knows the finer points when it comes to that stuff.
On your eighteenth birthday you get a set of coordinates. A cab takes you to Chinatown and you’re only slightly skeptical when the coordinates lead you to a dead end.
Maybe the junky old vending machine holds a clue.
For what seems like a randomly placed clunker, it sure is well stocked. Neat rows of snacks that form a little pattern – That’s it! There’s a pattern. You press a few buttons on the machine and to your delight the glass window swings open.
At first you think all this junk food is your prize, but the row of snacks also shifts aside to reveal a hidden passageway.
You try to contain your excitement. Spies are supposed to remain level headed, but there’s no telling what lurks down the hallway.
Root and Shaw like to keep you on your toes.
Like the time they both pretended to get abducted. You only had Bear, a Swiss Army knife, and thirty bucks at your disposal. By the time you barged in, they’d already broken out of their restraints and were making out on top of a table.
At least they weren’t having sex.
You overhear your aunts doing it all the time. Like at home when they kick you out and you have to find a way to reset the electromagnetic locks. Or in public where you’re pretty sure they go to the bathroom together just to hook up.
And now in the secret subway headquarters you stumbled into.
Once they get dressed, Root and Shaw congratulate you on finding the base. Maybe they are the weirdest mentors ever, but there’s no one else you’d rather celebrate the start of your new life with.
There is no Genrika Zhirova… because you’re finally about to enter the world of international espionage.
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