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⌖REPORT DATED: JANUARY 19, 2005⌖

⌖WHEREABOUTS: UNKNOWN LOCATION OF SHIELD BASE⌖

           
She lets a groan stumble from her chapped lips as the world comes back into focus from the bitter darkness and harrowing nightmares. A thin layer of sweat coats her skin and the burned pieces of her suit are stiff. When Freefall moves to rub her eyes clean of sleep she finds her hands trapped together by thick metal bands. 1991 grunts as she sits up, body sore and having no use of her hands making the action difficult. Her eyes travel around the small cell, white walls taking up every surface other than the silver colored metal cot beneath her and the glossy egg shell colored tiles. Whoever these people are, at least they're decent enough to set her upon the bed. Freefall stands, cursing the new cube silently.

           
'I have woken up in this situation too many times now'. A slice of pain runs across her forehead, the headache a reminder of the awful dreams - no, nightmares she had witnessed.'Nightmares... whatever I must have seen, it's all too foggy to remember much now'. But that's how she sleeps most nights, dreams spiraling her deep into forgotten nightmares of days she doesn't remember having a memories of.

           
Freefall's eyes travel back down to the cuffs. The heavy metal bands are obviously made to hold the strongest of monsters, but none like her. The calf that the blond archer put an arrow through burns violently through the thin bandage wrapped around it. Her right shoulder aches and 1991 expects they attempted to remove her metal limb, but it hadn't been made or attached to come off. Hydra expects her to someday die with the arm on. And whatever Freefall was shot with was definitely some kind of tranquilizer or else she knows she would be dead with the shot hitting her blank in the chest.

           
The door to the cell pushes into the room and Freefall stays sitting, posture lazy as two men enter. The first is one that she remembers, the man who shot her point blank in the chest. The next man surprises her for many reasons; the flowing black leather jacket, the way he seems to know he owns the room, and well... by the way he's most obviously a pirate. 'What the hell did they shoot me with?'

           
In the split seconds that the men walk to stand in front of her, Freefall decides to read their minds. Which she finds much more useful than waiting for introductions to take place.

           
Agent Philip Coulson, level eight. The mid-thirty year old white male is going bald and she can tell just by his stance that he's fully capable of handling himself in a fight, 'well probably not against me since he shot me'.

           
What confused 1991 is that the pirate is the director of whichever organization has her. 'And why would he find time to visit an everyday prisoner.' Director Nicholas Fury, level thirteen. The forty-something African American has an actual eyepatch and the gun on his hip looks unthreatening to the supersoldier. Freefall doesn't understand why she hasn't heard of Fury. She's been forced to memorize the names of the top in the secret ops underworld before - so why wouldn't this director be on that list?

           
"So this is our concerning, unusual energy source in North Dakota?" Fury watches the girl intensively as he speaks, choosing his words carefully. Face unchanging Freefall almost grits her teeth in utter frustration, 'I refuse to be tricked so easily'. Phil Coulson looks up at his boss in confusion, they hadn't discussed any kind of interrogation strategy beforehand.

           
"Almost the entirety of the town was in a blackout, sir. Our scans picked up an energy source higher than usual and the source was moving through the town. We believe it came from her, sir."

           
Fury raises a brow as if surprised, "now, how is that?" He looks to the girl that appears twelve or thirteen to find her looking up at the smooth ceiling as though she isn't even in the room.

           
"Now look, kid," Fury starts, but pauses as her posture changes. Freefall lips twist up upwards into a smug smirk, chin tilted up cockily. And he almost blanks because she got him instead of the other way around, the way he wants this to go. Shaking off her now attentive stare he continues, "there are two ways this can happen. You answer our questions and sit in a comfortable cell with anything you want until we see fit or we get our answers other ways."

           
And Freefall smirks gleefully, "that was the saddest threat I've ever heard." Her eyes roll at their expressions of pure what the hell, especially at her crisp English accent. Coulson had sworn in his report that the girl had an almost Russian accent not this. 1991 can't believe that it took one of the simplest skills in all of spying to stump the two, 'it's either that or they're having a hard time imagining what worse threats a sixteen year old can receive'.

           
But Freefall could almost swear that the pirate smiles. Fury gets over what she said quickly to respond, "so you're tough, is that it?" "I'm zurfiffing," 1991 answers harshly in her Russian-Sokovian accent. The young teen has no idea where she is, who these people really are, or who they even work for. Freefall will not risk that they are Hydra trying to trick her into stumbling now that she is lost. She will refuse to give in to them whether this is a twisted punishment for escaping or not, Freefall knows she has been raised to thrive in situations like this.

           
The men leave, they leave her with her thoughts of everything Hydra and the Red Room had sworn could become of her. Scenario after scenario and oh the memories of the simulations she went through of what could happen and what she must do. 'Torture me, kill me, lock me away... or, or the choice the pirate wants to give me that I can see shining in his eyes.'

           
Nick looks at Phil as they sit in front of an empty file. Nothing, absolutely nothing about the girl. She had given them nothing about her except that her accent places her origin somewhere in Northern Europe.

           
"What are we going to do with her, sir? She didn't even flinch at anything you said."

           
"I don't know yet, Coulson. All I know is that we have to do something, figure out anything," he says, irritation rising in his tone. "She's only a kid," Coulson doesn't even want to imagine them doing anything to her, much less imagining anything that she seems to have been through.

           
"Coulson, what about plan Eight-R?"

           
"Eight-R, sir, does she seem like the kind to even trust that option?"

           
"I saw something in that kid's eyes I haven't seen in a long while, Coulson."

           
"I didn't see anything except, well nothing?"

           
"Exactly."

⌖REPORT DATED: JANUARY 27, 2005⌖

           
She knew it had been a couple days since the pirate aka Director Aye-Aye and the agent aka that's-the-one-who-shot-me had 'interrogated' her (those were the names she had decided to call them since they never did introduce themselves). Over the course of the days spent in the white room Freefall had begun to start thinking, and soon her mind was focused on the fact that everyone here seemed unthreatening and almost kind. They let her use a restroom when she needed it, even asking her if she wanted them to ask their superiors about shower privileges. And she can't get over the food, two meals a day with far too much for her to eat alone, always different and always good. It's all too suspicious.

When the two walk into the room those few days later she stares them down from the bed with her arms crossed and the most recent meal she'd been given sitting untouched beside her. Fury almost frowns, within the nine days that she had been there every report had been different. The first two days he was told that she would barely even touch the food and refused to leave the cell at all. But up until two days ago all reports had been coming back positive, she was eating the food that their medical team insisted that her malnourished body would wither off without and that her facade was slipping when she found things that they thought of as regular that she found unusual, which seemed to shock her further. Yet she had stopped eating as much, and started acting colder to the guards not talking or mumbling in multiple languages as she had been (Freefall had come up with the trick to speak aloud to herself in multiple, similar languages so that people can't listen in).

           
Fury doesn't remember what they had planned to say to the teen when she opens her mouth and speaks. "Wherre am I and who arre you." It's not a lot and her Russian accent strains against the English, especially the 'rs', but it doesn't deter the men from knowing that she isn't asking.

          
"That information is classified."

           
Freefall doesn't hide the flash of anger that burns bronze in her eyes, "zen what do you vant vith me?" Her fiery tone is still commanding, but Fury knows by the way her shoulders tense in fear that she wants— needs to know. Fury sees it for the exact thing she wants him to, what she hopes he'll see it as. A call for help. She wants to know if she can trust them or if all of this is a game to them. 'She wants to trust us,' Fury realizes all too slowly. 1991 remembers the only people she's ever come to trust even in a way that the pieces of trust wound together by past mistakes and simple words can snap into broken pieces. The Maximoff Twins and Winter were the only people she let her forgotten heart open to.

           
"We want to offer you a new choice. Tell us everything you have and join our organization."

           
"Vat's ze ozer choice?" Her head tilts high, but her fears aren't as concealed as she thinks because the damn pirate can still see right through her as he answers.

           
"You disappear."

           
She finds it harder to swallow once he says that. Even with the empty threat hanging from the tension filled air. Anxiety paints her skin with new coats of cold sweat, and flashbacks of the beatings and wipings color her memories bright like lightning tearing through a violent black sky. Freefall doesn't want to go back to the days when she couldn't trust a soul, when every second of each day was threatened to end with a bullet in her shoulder because, oh, they couldn't kill her, but they expected her to burn.

           
"Verrry vell zen."

           
Coulson catches Fury's eye with a glance, he had expected her to refuse.

           
"Good decision, kid. Let's start with your name?"

           
Freefall grits her teeth not only in the annoyance of being called 'kid', but at the headache that is not knowing who she is, "I'fe forkotden."

           
Fury almost groans thinking that she's messing with them, only the haunting shadows in her clouding eyes show that she truly doesn't know. Freefall feels the muggy fog of overwhelming pity fill the small cell, the unsettling emotion is foreign to her and harder to block out. Small waves of the feeling have washed over her hyperactive senses during her time in Hydra coming from very, very few around her. Freefall's stare is blank as she looks into the pirate's eye. It takes Fury and Coulson a couple seconds to put two and two together and realize that she isn't playing this time.

           
An idea comes to Freefall, one that forces anxiety to bubble in her gut. The tags that have dangled around her neck for as long as she can remember. She can feel the echo of slaps and hear old remarks in her ears of agents and officers deterring her from even touching much less looking at the tags attached to the cool metal resting against her neck. The thin chain falls beneath her clothes, hidden from view from all. 1991's hand shakes as she gently pulls the chain free under Director Aye-Aye and Agent Coulson's stares. Her eyes scan the English words, finding everything and nothing about who she is.

           
"E. M. S. Zat's all I haffe?"

           
Her eyes, dark and rich as the earth, flit up to Fury's and then to Coulson's. Coulson finds the smile pulling at the corners of his lips is naturally sympathetic. "That's okay, E," Fury kneels before her then, his heart pulling him to the kid, "we'll do our best to find out who you are, kid. Are you ready?" The trust shocks her, the way they fall head over heels to embrace her - it's terrifying. But... 'E' - a name, something unconnected to every horror she's ever committed. Something grows in her chest - unfamiliar and familiar all the same. No name comes to it, only warmth that meets a sudden cold gust of insecurity.

           
"Vat do vu effen do?" E questions, leaning back against the metal frame of the bed and looking up at the two.

           
"The Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division, or SHIELD, is an intelligence agency. We work in the shadows, gathering world wide intel for the good of the world. We protect the world from things they aren't ready to find out about yet, that's where you come in. You will become a field agent, and you may end up doing things you have before but now you'll be doing them for good."

           
The speech sounds like a recording, rehearsed a million times over. Only something in E feels it, a strange feeling bubbling in her chest. SHIELD, the very place she has been a prisoner, and now she is welcomed as an Agent. 'A part of something more,' it whispers in her ears, pulling her forward.

           
"Okay. I, I am ready."

          
"Welcome to SHIELD, Agent E um-" Coulson pauses. "E Freefall," E grins to herself as she says her own name. "Agent Freefall," Fury nods, catching the tiny smile E is trying to hide. 'Vhy change a name vhen it vill mean zomething differrrent now?' E shakes away the memories that come with the name she's taking anew.

           
Fury motions to Coulson as he opens his mouth to speak, "Agent Freefall. Coulson will be your handler, and you'll be working with one of our elite teams under his division. A trio of sorts, once you've joined." E meets Coulson's eyes, lips tilting up ever so slightly. He nods and turns his chin to the door, leading her out of the cell.

           
"Vhen do I start, sir?"

           
"Soon," Coulson says, turning sharply at a corner with E right on his heels. The two continue walking into a med wing, "firstly, the three of you will need to meet and train before you get into the field."

           
A handful of nurses approach the pair, hurriedly starting a checkup and physical. Freefall's head spins as she attempts to watch every one of the persons weaving around her. One sticks a needle into her arm, drawing a blood sample for their records. E flinches at all the contact and as another nurse pulls out a clipboard to give her a mental evaluation her eyes widen. Seeing her panic, Coulson sits next to her on the hospital bed and gently places his hand on top of her metal one. She grips her fingers around it in a flash as she grips it tightly. She's neither comfortable nor used to this many people crowding her personal space.

           
Whisking away from the med bay as soon as they get the clear ( E knows she only passed the mental evaluation because of pure luck and past training ). Their next stop is in a small little office where Freefall gets her picture taken and a pass is printed out for her in seconds. 'Agent E Freefall; level seven; Alpha Squad 03; SO: Agent P. Coulson.' She reads off the card, but awe fills her eyes as Coulson rambles off where she can clip it or hide it on her person not just because she's now officially an agent of SHIELD. 'I own something,' E wants to scream to the world, with a name she's picked to be called and a place to call her own.

           
Engrossed in her mind, E almost notices too late that Coulson has stopped walking. The empty corridor has gray sliding doors along both walls until it dead ends. "This is the Alpha Squad corridor. This is your room, they'll have your name on the plate soon. Alpha 1 and 2 both have code names, but I'm sure we'll figure one out for you quickly." Coulson grins, showing E how to unlock her door before stepping away. "I'll be back at 0600 in the morning and we can get started."

           
She nods, giving a timid wave as she steps past the heavy door. E flinches when the door slams shut, glad that the agent couldn't see as she cautiously turns to examine the room. A modern bed is pushed up into the far corner with gray sheets and pillows on top of it; the lights on the ceiling spread a harsh light throughout the room; two thin doors open to a closet where a few uniforms and bits of clothing sit in her size; and the bathroom is a bright white that hurts her eyes at first glance.

           
She locks the door, carefully pulling off the combat boots and socks. Except with a second thought she pushes them into the trash can in her bathroom. The burnt vest and shirt are soon followed into the garbage by the pants. Blood still sticks to her leg and forehead, old sweat makes her skin feel like dirt. The shower water is very, very, very hot and it unwinds E's muscles as the grime and crimson slips down the drain.
 
           
Her shower is quick, E mystified by the seemingly never ending supply of hot water but the fear of getting into trouble for using it drives her out of the shower. Looking the bathroom over again and finding herself still in privacy, E takes a deep breath and her eyes close as she focuses. Air rushes from her palms, fingers centering the warm breeze to dry her mop of dark hair.

           
E steps back into the plain and small room, 'perfect for a soldier.' The mattress is too soft when E lays down for a second, jumping back up as she sinks into the material (the SHIELD marked tee and sweatpants are already the softest clothing she's ever seen, much less worn).

           
It's all too soft for the supersoldier, it all feels undeserved.

           
Freefall didn't sleep that night, counting in her head instead. E didn't want to sleep. She doesn't want to have those weird dreams again.

⌖REPORT DATED:JANUARY 24, 2005⌖

⌖CURRENT WHEREABOUTS:SHIELD HELICARRIER⌖

           
E watches the digital clock on her new oak desk finally shift to 0600. She stands outside her room waiting to be collected. Freefall fidgets with the cuff of her SHIELD issued pullover, the uniform new and stiff (but the tee underneath the pullover is so soft E thinks she'll melt into the fabric). Footsteps bounce down the hall to E's ears, her head turns in a flash to the noise as an instinct. When Agent Coulson turns the corner his face shifts as he sees E waiting on the dot and looking in his direction expectantly. "You heard me coming?" he questions, confusion sparking in his expression. He knows only one person who can do that. At E's nod his expression changes from confusion to yet another thing she doesn't recognize.

           
He says a few words of greeting after shaking off the stupor he froze in moments before. She doesn't verbally respond. As he leads them out of the locked hallway Freefall follows quickly, but today instead of following at his heels she relaxes with him into a pace side by side. Attentive eyes seeing everything and the corners of her mouth lift in a small, sky smile as they walk (their unofficial first stop is at a table with coffees and fruits spread out).

           
"Last thing I have to do before I take you to meet the rest of the squad is for us to swing up by the bridge to get you officialized." "Okay," E replies softly, her banana resting in her hand. She takes a timid bite of the yellow inside, enjoying the taste of the new fruit. Nibbling on the banana as they walk, Freefall can't help asking questions, "you said 'bridge' earlier. Are we on a ship of sorts?"

           
"Of sorts, yeah. I would try to explain it, but when we get there you'll probably understand."

           
Freefall nods, pushing the fleshy yellow skin of the banana into a trash can.

           
E has to rush to catch up to Coulson. Now that she's been able to compare herself to other agents, she hates knowing that she's several feet shorter than the rest. 'I guess that's what happens to a person when they're frozen by evil, secret organizations. I'm older than I look and shorter than everyone,' her face shifts with her thoughts, nose sticking up at the thought of being so short (but to the agents rushing around it looks like a very clear get out of my way or die kind of face).

           
"Here we are, E," Coulson grins, motioning to the giant space that holds the bridge. A brunette agent with an aura that commands respect and radiates power approaches the two. There Freefall briefly met Agent Maria Hill, and lost every thought in her head to the most beautiful thing she's seen in her life.

           
The entire face of the hull is made of speckless glass that dips into the floor. It calls to E, and she walks to the edge of the room in a trance as if the open sky were a siren luring her to her deepest desire before pulling her under the surf. Gazing out, Freefall is stunned at the expanse before her. Puffs of clouds brush into the helicarrier before crashing away into the varying blues of the sky. Looking down she can see the ocean, shadows of creatures in the waters and blips of colors from floats of people on vacation. E lets her forehead rest against the cool glass and her eyes close as she feels as though she is falling gracefully through the air with the entire world at her fingertips. The amounts of green bursting from the land beneath that slowly meshes into the glittering sands of the beaches has her in utter awe.

Coulson and Hill walk over from behind her, the biggest smile in the history of her smiles paints her features with absolute joy. "Like the view, kid?" Hill questions, grinning at the young agent's reaction. Her chin bobs up in down quickly as E pushes off the glass, "I neffer knew zee world vas zis pig, or zis peautiful." The adults share a side glance, E supposes they think she doesn't see. Painful pity dancing in their whiskey colored irises speckled with the sunlight coming in through the giant window. 'Pity,' E huffs, 'something I'm not interested in taking. But well, it's gorgeous. All of it, and there's so much green and I think those are birds flying!'

           
"This is just the first bit that you'll get to see, sweetheart," Hill assures the kid who still has stars shining in her wide eyes.

Coulson takes E the long way to the gyms, windows to the outside and into labs along their path. She wants to run to each and peer in or out and see everything, but E restrains herself now that her overall shock is gone. Approaching a gym label Alpha Squad, Coulson shows her to the locker rooms and leaves her to change before he continues inside the gym.

           
She takes a deep breath and steps inside, now in clothes she can either train in or fight in. As E steps into the Alpha Squad gym she immediately sees the same redhead and blonde archer that she had electrocuted not too long ago. Coulson quickly catches their attention by blowing into a shrill whistle when he sees her enter. The pair stop sparring and head over to Coulson and E. Surprise morphs their features as they see E, both subconsciously taking defensive stances.

'There could be a number of reasons they're shocked to see me. I'm free for one, and in SHIELD clothing with a SHIELD badge for another. Or they're still on edge from me beating them up,' Freefall muses, noticing their change in posture and changing her own to match an offensive.

"What's the kid lightning rod doing walking around, Coulson," the archer demands. His ease confounds all reason in E's mind, 'Coulson is his superior yet they act so relaxed.' "She's joining SHIELD, Barton." Freefall grins at this, not only is she happy to be a part of something like this, but how abruptly and undetailed he answered.

 
"And why is she here?"

"Meet your third, Romanoff. Level six Agent E Freefall, Alpha 3."

Barton and Romanoff gawk, sputtering for words at the fourteen 'sixteen' year old in front of them. E takes the time that they're frozen to study them.

Clint Barton, level seven and Alpha 2, with his archers build and dirty blonde hair. E can tell he's on his toes, but putting more weight on his right than his left and his head is cocked to see better rather than hear better.

Natasha Romanoff, level seven and Alpha 1, built lean and flexible with her bright red hair and green eyes. She stands the opposite of Barton by resting more weight on her left leg, but E can see her hand reaching for a nonexistent glock. She seems more familiar than someone she briefly fought a week ago.

Deep in her thoughts, Freefall hasn't been bothering to pay attention to the argument at hand between the agents and their superior.

"It was neither E's idea or decision nor mine to make Alpha Squad a trio. The order came straight from Fury."

The two quiet at that, E can hear the doubts swirling in their minds. "Sbar me zen, you'll zee that I'fe rightfully earned my blace as a SHIELD agent and as bart of your group, and as a leffel zeffen agent." Freefall smirks at the two, her offer bold. Still she knows that she is qualified to be on an elite squad, to be as high a level agent that she is, and seeing as she's already beaten them before. It isn't enough for the two though as they agree, and Coulson rolls his eyes 'because now I have three stubborn children.'

Romanoff and Barton retreat to the far side of a sparring mat, whispering out a plan. Freefall lets them have their secret plan, hers is simple - beat them quickly.

"Are you ready, kid?"

Clint yells. Rolling her eyes, E stretches her back as she yells back, "arrre you, old man?" "Tasha, I want to hit her a little harder than we discussed now," he whispers to his partner. Natasha scolds Clint quietly wondering once again how he's older than her.

Coulson called for the three to go, Freefall pauses as the two run directly at her. 'And I did the only reasonable thing, I ran at them too.' She slips beneath their legs as they hurtle past E and spin back around immediately. E flips up, blocking a punch from Romanoff with her metal hand. Clint goes to kick her side, but E catches his foot just before it hits her side. Grunting Freefall throws his leg and gravity forces him to fall heavily backwards meanwhile she releases Romanoff's hand still trapped in her grip and moves out of the way of another punch. Barton gasps on the floor as his breath is currently knocked from his chest.

Freefall and Romanoff continue fighting hand-to-hand; no weapons were offered anyway. Punches and kicks are only blurs of movement as they dodge and block continuously. E keeps the time of their steps in her head; kick, one, side-step, three, right hook, four, left hook, five, dodge, six, seven, and on. Fighting is a dance for Freefall, graceful with chaotic order. She catches the moment Romanoff steps off the set beat and takes swift advantage of it to sweep her off her feet. Natasha goes to get up, but in the seconds it took for her to hit the floor E had twisted over her. Freefall grins down at the woman, one foot kept inches from knocking her out and winning her the spar.

All three relax with the end of the fight. Clint has new bruises blooming along his side and Natasha has curiosity blooming in her mind. They're impressed with what she can do.

This is the moment that finally begins her SHIELD career to his start.

⌖𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧... 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨. 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙮'𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙.⌖

⌖𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧! 𝙄'𝙢 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝘼𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙀𝙢 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮'𝙖𝙡𝙡!⌖

⌖𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮'𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝘼𝙨𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠! 𝙄 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨, 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚! 𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙔'𝘼𝙇𝙇! 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜!⌖

⌖11-1-2020 (𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩...)⌖

IT'S BEEN REWRITTEN!! Chapter 4 is much much better than the original chapter, I've added different depths and additions meanwhile taking away factors that I wasn't in love with. ALPHA SQUAD is my own creation for their little team because it needs a name!! All members of the Alpha Squad are high level agents that could be a future help to the Avengers Initiative, which at this time is not a big thought in their minds!!

I was watching the last 20ish minutes of CA:WS while checking and editing this and it just fueled me with inspo to keep Freefall going strong!! ( ALSO THIS CHAPTER USED TO BE 2K WORDS BUT NOW ITS 5.1K HELPP MEE )

6-7-2021