F O U R.  -   K I L L.  O R.  B E.  K I L L E D. 

Risks. Katrina Stark loves taking risks. It gave her the amazing thrill she needed also gaining her other things depending on if it was a dare or some sort of secret agent mission she liked to put herself on. They also gave her a good time to get away from the 'Perfect Stark' act seeing as it "Oh, most certainly can't be Tony! He's a party animal!" and the deed had been left to her. She could remember clearly who had said that; a gentle old woman at one of her father's parties. Of course, at the time, she was a whole ten years and some younger than her brother and didn't try to keep up with his affiliation with partying and that's why she seemingly gravitate to the old woman, who was very kind looking. She kind of reminded Trina of Betty White. Hell, it could've been her now that she thought about it. Trina quickly brushed off the thought of Betty White talking to her oblivious eighteen-year-old self and went back to her challenging hacking job.

Currently, she was attempting to hack into HYDRA's files, knowing they too wanted the Super Soldier Serum. Trina had been at this for around two hours, typing and breaking down multiple firewalls all while Kevin sat happily on the couch upstairs with a giant mug of coffee in one hand and his computer in one hand, he was currently proofreading a paper Trina wrote on a highly complicated surgery that he couldn't even begin to comprehend. Kevin was an english major and the Stark found that quite useful in an assistant.

"Hey," Trina looked at the Skype name flashing across her computer screen, "Mark? Do you mind forwarding this call to Kevin's computer. I'm sure he'll get a kick out of talking to Tony."

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"Okay, I need- Hey, Trina, when did you get so blond and manly?" Tony joked over the call, noticing the unfamiliar on the other line. Kevin's eyes widened and he quickly became at a loss for words. Sure, he knew Trina wanted him to answer this call- thanks to Nark Wahlberg- but he did not think it would be Tony Stark and definitely did not think so after reading his Skype name. '#1TonyStarkFan' didn't exactly scream "I am Tony Stark." He had assumed it was someone she wanted him to get rid of, some crazed fan. A couple days into the job and Kevin found himself giddy at the fact that he hadn't just met one Stark, but both. "...Kid? Who are you and where's my sister?" It then dawned on Kevin that he, in fact, was being addressed to by Tony Stark and had missed a whole half of what he was saying by gawking at the digital man on his Macbook.

"I- um... I'm her assistant, Kevin," go casual, Kevin thought, it's just Tony Stark. Just Tony Stark? No, no it's just his boss' sister. His boss also happening to be Trina Stark. He was living on cloud nine in that moment. "It's really nice to meet you, Sir."

"Her assistant?" Tony was dumbfounded, blinking at the man in a sarcastic manner, not believing him for the moment. He quickly realized, after staring at the blank and scared assistant's face that Kevin was not fibbing. "Her assistant..." he mumbled, mostly to himself and without making eye contact with the camera. "Well, tell her that Mark III is locked and loaded and that she better show her face at the fundraiser. She'll know what I mean."

"Mark III? As in her AI system, Mark?" The assistant was confused, or maybe it was curiosity that got the better of him.

Tony raised his eyebrow at Kevin, wondering, "Mark? He AI system is Shaggy." The younger of the two shifted on the couch, his leg was falling asleep under his other one.

Kevin pushed back his blond hair in confusion, but replied nonetheless, "No... her AI is Mark Wahlberg." Tony snorted smugly at the assistant and ended the call with a peace sign. Kevin stared at the computer screen as it went back to the paper he was correcting- which didn' need much at all. He pinched himself in fear that this was all a very long dream that he'd eventually wake up from and come up disappointed, but he was left with a slight sting on his left arm and his surprising reality. Once he had come back from his daze, Kevin made sure Mark told Trina about the fundraiser and whatever Mark II was.

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A while after Trina was notified of Tony's reason for calling, everything was calm and quiet. She was typing smoothly on the computer and just hoping to hack into HYDRA's files while a Pandora playslit of Classical music played softly in the background, Trina having read somewhere that Classical music was good for the brain.

The calmness of the room was interrupted by Mark and the Stark tried hard not to roll her eyes at the AI as he notified, "I'm being overridden, Trina. There's a secu-" His Boston voice cut out causing Trina to hop off her computer chair and hastily grab the gun hidden inside a hollowed put book on her desk. Tucking the gun into the band of her jeans, she crept up the stairs out side of the lab, being greeted by a man in black, yakinging her up the rest of the way by the  blue tee hung snug around her. She gagged and chocked as he slung her to the ground on the next floor of her home, the main floor.

Trina looked at the pair of shoes ahead of her, a pair of boots and a pair of black, shiny men's dressshoes. She followed the shoes up, the boots belonging to another man in all black, who wore a grimace and had a long scar across his right jaw. Then, her eyes traveled over to the fancy shoed man, just to find a terrified Kevin with a gun, held by scarface- as Trina was calling him in her head- pointed at his unseen brain.

"Fourth day on the job and you're already getting caught in the real world of a Stark, which isn't just designer clothes and million dollar cars. Having fun, though, aren't you?" Trina sarcastically remarked in attemp at lightening the mood and easing the assistant's nerves. All that the comment got, though, was a weak smile from Kevin's and a kick to the gut. She grunted and turned to glare at the man beside her, but was met with a face full of boot.

"What the hell, man?" Trina questioned, feeling the fresh cut on her nose and another on her cheekbone, finally getting a good look at the man while he's not flinging her around. His sharp blue eyes glared down at her while his mouth quirked up into a tiny smirk, almost going unnoticed.

"You shouldn't be looking at other people's personal things," he tsked, watching as she panther on the ground, feeling satisfied at the upper hand they had.

"HYDRA," she breathed out, looking over at Kevin reasuringly as he stood stiff, afraid he'd cause the man beside him to pull the trigger. "I'll stop looking if you let him go." Trina nodded toward her assistant as another HYDRA agent came into view, having entered from the living room area.

"We don't make negotiations," the newcomer sneered, watching as Trina ignored him and glared at the man holding the gun.

Scarface spoke for the first time, informing, "You're on an expanding list of threats and need to be taken down. We only presued the hunt when you decided to poke the bear." He must be theleader, Trina concluded as she began to formulate a plan in her genious mind. If i could just get the gun without them knowing- but, no, they would notice. I need to provoke the kicky one to push me back.

"Well," she smirked, a small, low chuckle leaving her lips, "if I had known i would draw such a nice crowd, I would've poured some drinks-" she looked toward the 'kicky' one and smirked, "You look like someone who enjoy's a fruity drink, something sweet and light. You wouldn't be able to handle what I could down in on-" Trina grunted as he kicked her harder, smirking as her plan worked and she was now holding herself up by her forearms.

"Do you think this is a game?" he gruffly asked, stepping forward in attempt to scare her, she simply laughed. 'Kicky' frowned.

"No," Trina smirked, gaining a confused look from the agent, "I was simply egging you on so i could-" and she swiftly pulled out the gun, shooting Scarface  in the heart, assuring Kevin's safety. Trina watched as he fell with a smile, proud at her work. The assistant was quick to grab the fallen gun off the ground and point it  toward the agent Trina had nicknamed 'Kicky.' She, then, aimed her gun toward the fashionably late agent she jokingly nicknamed Cher.

"Take another step and the next one goes in your heart, Cher," she informed noticing his closer proximity. The Stark quickly kicked the gun from his grasp and turned toward Kicky and, just as he fired at Kevin, pulled the trigger of her gun aiming at his face. Kevin grunted, blocking  the blood spewing from his shoulder. Kicky fell, his blood spattering on the wall behind him, causing Trista to frown and note the new paint job she'd need.

'Cher' took this as an opportunity to grab hold of Trina's hair and yank her backward as she calmly demanded, "Kevin, run." The assistant hesitantly obeyed his boss, making his leave from the room. The Stark knocked her head back into the agent's face, causing damage to his otherwise perfect nose. He let go as an instinctive reaction, one hand going toward his nose while the other flicked out a hunting knife.

Trina turned swiftly around, lifting her gun up a little too late. The agent plunged his knife into her lower abdomen, Trina yelping in pain as he did so, getting angrier by the second. She looked up at the man ange glared before kicking him in the groin and kneeing his doubles over figure in the chest and again in the face, crying out in pain as she did so. Trina ended the events by shooting him in the top of his head. With a shaking hand, she held the spot under the knife, hoping it would help stop the bleeding and keep some pain at bay.

Stumbling out of the room and eventually into her kitchen where Kevin stood apprehensively trying to reach Tony on his computer.

He looked up at her and gasped, "Are you okay? I can't get wifi signal and I was tr-"

"I'm alright, Kev, but we gotta go. More HYDRA agents will show up any minute," Trina interrupted, taking shaky steps out of the room and down a hall, Kevin coming up by her side and supporting  her as she walked toward her garage. They entered the large garage, Kevin seeing over the sports cars. Trina scanned her hand by the door and grabbed a set of keys, pushing them into Kevin's chest as she stumbled forward. He took them in his hands and watched her nod toward the red and black 2006 Bugatti Veyron in the corner. The Stark consider this an ugly car, but it was damn fast and would gain them an advantage while also displaying a cool escape. The car costed more than one million and had a horsepower up to one thousand.

Kevin gently placed her into the passenger's side and hopped into the drivers, placing the key into the ignition and speeding away as Trina warned, "Careful, she's expensive:"

"Where are we going?" he questioned as Trina pulled a transparent tablet out of the glove box, typing on it and displaying the map to Kevin.

"Here." She has pointed to the building on the tablet before starting the gps instructions from where they were. Kevin glanced wearily over at her and then back on the road.

"Don't you need to- uh... go to a hospital?" he sarcastically questioned, raising an eyebrow at Trina as she smiled small at him.

"Do not fret!" she joked, "I'll be in good care." It was then that Kevin realized how much blood she was loosing, it was to the point where she was loopy and weak, but the knife was stopping from gushing out in a waterfall of red. In a way, the knife was saving her life by staying there and stopping most blood flow. If one of the two would've pulled it out, Trina would already be dead.

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