Another day, another investigation that's all it seemed to be recently. The former Shield agent had no time for herself and if she did her mind floated into the abyss. The void she avoided, the darkened hallways where memories of Hydra bloomed and inched closer trying to find the light of day. A shiver ran down her spine as her breath clawed against her throat.
For the love of god not now.
The pressure built in her chest while her brain changed channels trying to lock in on the task at hand.
It was not going to be a good day today.
Although any day where one had the possibility of running into a biotech weapon probably wasn't going to be a good one.
Her fingers skimmed through documents as she silently snapped photos. Her eyes darted between the pages and the two closest exits as if anticipating a wrench ready to be thrown into the fray. Her lips slightly parted as her eyes got to the last sheet. Horror flashed across her face in recognition.
Cut off one head and two more grow in its place.
They were supposed to be gone.
Glass shattered on the floor before Aliya realized she'd knocked over a semi-full flask beside her. Panic pricked her as her breathing lost control. Her chest sunk as she scurried out of the room with her lab coat trailing behind her.
Calm down. Do not jeopardize the assignment. Try to look natural.
Keeping her head down, sweat dripped down her back as she passed by guards.
A sharp pop followed by a quick session of another round followed. She knew those sounds. Gun shots. Her attention turned behind her to see guards running towards the sounds.
Fuck.
The lab coat, wig, and faux glasses peeled off her with ease as she ducked into a supply closet. Her hands darted for her weapons as she clipped them to her suit until she carefully grabbed her bow. The door opened, snaking her way out towards the sounds, fingers already grabbing an arrow from her quiver. Her dark eyes scanned the hallway as she stepped over bodies until she saw the figure that was fucking up her assignment.
She pulled back and aimed before recognition lit up in her eyes. It was none other than Captain Crashout. Her bad, it was John Walker.
Fucking great. "Don't shoot."
{ Closed rp with tagged @shieldstrauma }
