Waking up in strange places was starting to bother you.

You didn't want to open your eyes. You didn't want to see where you were.

All you knew was that you in a room, on a horridly uncomfortable bed, there were bloody annoying bright lights, and for now, you were alone.

Tortured Genius...

It came back to you at the speed of a jet plane. That's exactly what you were. Not evil, not good.
Not even Chaotic Neutral.

A Tortured Genius.

You thought back to Loki's taunting, how he seemed to know every inch of what made you shrink. What made you feel weak. Helpless, vulnerable. In these cases, some people say that, "My past has come back to haunt me." But if you were honest, really and truly honest...your past?
Had never left.

With a groan, you sat up, yawning and blinking.

That wasn't the point right now. Right now, you were in a strange place. And you hated it. Your head throbbed, not helping your mood at all. Probably from being knocked out at some point.

If you tried hard enough, you could remember Loki's voice. Pulsing through the air, slamming into your memories like a brick and coming away with unbearable pain. How did he know? Where did he get his info? Who provided it? There were only two people with that information he spoke of. One was dead and the would never give it, though they weren't dead or dying. And the third would tell the world.

"Hello?" You hacked, doubling over as pain flickered in your gut. No response. Thinking about this situation and yelling for no-one in particular would get you nowhere, so you decided on the only course of action. Leaving.

You took a glance around the room, spotting grey concrete walls. And then you staggered, realizing you wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.
There, on the left wall, was a symbol.

Hydra.

The red skull looked more menacing in the bright light, the dark paint reflecting on your still bloodstained shirt and grey jeans.

Why the heck did Loki leave you here, at a Hydra bade? What exactly did he hope to accomplish? You'd escaped once. You'd do it again.

Hopping out of bed, you grimaced as the thumping sound of your hop echoed through the facility.

Had to be more careful.

Slowly you made your way to the door, your hand on the brass handle, when you heard a whoosh noise outside. It was faint; could be the trick of the ear. But was it?

Suddenly you were hesitant to open it. Was it Loki? An Avenger, here to break you out? John Garett, although heaven forbid?

You knew you didn't have enough power psychically or mentally to take on anyone right now; you were completely drained.

Curiosity took over. You flung it open.

In an instant a body slammed onto yours, knocking you back into the room with such force and speed you gasped, the wind kicked out of you.

"Going somewhere?" Said a cocky voice with an accent. "I was told you would be staying a while."

That freaking accent was going to tip you over the edge even though you'd just met.

"I wasn't told a thing, so if you'd be so kind as to" -you answered as you stood to your feet, clenching your fists and glaring at the young man- "shut up, that'd be great."

For a moment nothing was said and then the other guy shrugged. "Sucks to be you."

That was it.

You threw a punch, aiming right for his face. You never connected.

His figure dashed behind you in seconds, their foot jabbing the back of your right knee-cap and you collapsed to the floor in frustration, your face meeting cold concrete. "What the-"

He did nothing but grin and shrug.

Turning, you brushed off you pants. "Seriously, what was that?! What the bloody hell? Who even are you?"

His smile changed to a very serious face and you felt a presence behind you, and you spun quickly on your heels.

A young woman stood there - a serious expression plastered on her face as well - in a jacket, red light dancing around her hands.

And you knew you were screwed.

***

"(Your name)!"

You paused, your footsteps faltering at the voice calling out to you from behind.

"Good Morning Vietnam!" Theyel sang, jumping from the shadows on your left. "Come on, (your name), what's wrong?" His face twisted into a tight frown when you didn't smile at his quirky antics.

"Whispers and rumors, Theyel. I don't know what to do. What if they come for me?"

"Come for you? N-no. I mean they will come for you eventually, sometime, anyway." Your friend grinned, his black hair dancing in the wind. "But not now. I'm here, let's have some fun!"

A snort escaped you. "Fun? How can we have fun? And like, now?"

"Doofus! Of course! You're just getting to that?"

Both of you glared and then burst into laughter. "We're in a serious situation and how you still decide to be a sarcastic arse I'll never know." You shook your head in wonder, taking a seat on a patch of grass, patting your friends back.

That's when Theyel started to grin again and you frowned.

"Nah, man," you said. "Nah. Not Mr. Fizzles. Not today."

His smile widened. "Time for-"

Then it all went horribly wrong. His voice broke off, drifting silently into the air. The memory suddenly seemed to have a mind of it's own, changing the events locked in time.

Instead of an expected Mr. Fizzles, Theyel's light smile morphed into a mechanical grin, while his eyes showed an immense psychotic glow. His voice returned, though this time it was deeper, and darker. Twisted. Evil.

"Sorry, I was asleep... Or... I was a dream..." He muttered, standing to his feet. Body titled to the side, the grin still showing.

You jumped back, scrambling away from the demented version of your childhood friend. What was this?

Theyel continued to speak, the edge in his tone chilling you to the bone. "...There was a terrible noise... And I was tangled in... in... strings..."

"Hello? Who's there? What?" You asked, about to go on, except you were interrupted.

"In the flesh! Or, no, not yet. Not this... chrysalis... Not in this dream. But I'm ready. I'm on a mission."

In the flesh? Not this chrysalis? "What mission?" You croaked. This wasn't the Theyel or anyone, for that matter, you knew from way back when.

Something was different. Something was wrong. His next words confirmed your unfortunate suspicions.

The evil grin, one that had dissipated during your conversation, gradually returned.

"Peace of our time."

***

[Back in the Present]

You found yourself laying flat on the hard ground, two figures leaning over you. One with silver colored hair, the other with dark brown hair.

While neither looked in the slightest concerned, both stared at you rather intently.

"O-okay, kids, let's give the Ice Box some space." You held up your hands, motioning for them to back away; the vision had shocked you, and you wanted some space. They didn't.

Summery, your brain said. He's fast and she's weird.

Great.
Supers on the Hydra side.
Just great.

Muttering, you narrowed your eyes. "Let's try a different approach." You clapped your hands, shards of ice spraying their direction. "Hey Hydra, hail this. By the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to hail a taxi."

This time they backed away, eyeing you warily.

"Good. Thank you. Now, maybe we got off on the wrong foot. I won't try to escape, and you'll tell me what I'm doing here, deal?" You sat against the wall, and watched them whisper in hushed tones for a second and then the girl nodded.

"A man dressed in a suit left you here. Called himself Jim Moriarty. Said you volunteered for Hydra experiments like we did. If we heard you making noise, we were supposed to detain you until further notice."

Of course Loki would say that.

"Got it. Well, to tell the truth, this is the last place I want to be. But I got nowhere else. I'll stay a while, yeah?" You grinned, hiding you real emotions while playing your options around in your head. Obviously, this was Hydra. Possibly, Loki needed more time for something in part of his plan, so he was keeping you detained. Dropped you at this one facility randomly or not-so-randomly and here you were, temporarily siding with Hydra supers. "So I'm (your name), but some people call me Ice Box. And you are?"

"Ice Box is a terrible nickname." Said the young man, not missing a beat in annoying you.

And you have terribly think accents, you thought. But you have me there; it is a stupid nickname.

The woman with brown hair flashed a glance at the man, then answered your question. "I'm Wanda Maximoff, and that's my brother, Pietro."

"Wanda. Pietro. Good names." You held out a hand to them again, this go-around with the intention of hopefully being helped up. Thankfully, Pietro pulled you to your feet. "Thanks. So, uh, got anywhere to be in a few hours or could we explore?"

They shrugged.

"Do you mean that you haven't gotten the chance to check this place out?" You gasped in disbelief. "Come on, they probably have some pretty rad stuff. Let's go have some fun."

Together, the three of you walked off in search of mischief.

And failing to see the shadows smile.

***

[Days Later]

The voice in your head began to show up once more.

It wasn't quite annoying, just random and sometimes utterly meaningless. Occasionally sarcastic, other times oddly sinister.

Hey. As long as it didn't interrupt your sleep.
Except it did.

You'd gotten along with the twins more, making jokes, earning grins from them once or twice.

But something was bothering you. You'd seen Hydra agents leave the facility, dressed in clothes that didn't seem to resemble the red skull in any way.

You'd seen then leave. Shaking in fear, holding their brown package like it was a life support. Their eyes betraying their hate for whatever position they were diving into.

Where were they going? What were they delivering? Why were they afraid? I mean, you join Hydra and the only words that you don't like are Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. But those words don't instill fear. Just hate.

There was something else out there, something that instilled fear in the steel hearts of Hydra agents.

And it was big...This was big.

So after sneaking off without the twins, you followed a shaken Hydra woman towards an empty hanger.

She glanced around nervously several times, and you only just managed to scrabble out of sight each time.

Finally, she entered a passcode - ironically it was Hail Hydra; go figure - into a keypad, and stepped through the door.

The room she entered was dark. And the weirdest part was, she didn't even bother to turn on some light. She left it dark, like the darkness would hide her.

Not a chance. You dashed through the snow, skidding into the bunker with seconds to spare as the door slammed shut behind you, muffling your entering.

You watched the woman walk to a certain part in the hanger. Saw her smile in only the slightest as she pulled a package from a pile, a soft blue glow emitting from the inside. Yet it was still a smile. A smile that could only mean one thing. Triumph. And you were in the right place to snoop around after all.

The woman left promptly, and although the door shut, you knew the code. It was high time you solved one of the missing pieces of this puzzle.

Jogging to the side of the room where she picked up her package, you saw tons of packages. They were labeled in an assortment of ways, some like so:

Hydra Experiment #12.9
Loki's Scepter Energy Test #36.7
Blue Shard Attachment #1

And so on and so forth. Who were these for? Obviously, there was a place that was collecting things. Aiding Hydra. And Hydra in turn was aiding them with tests and pieces of huge things as well as giant breakthroughs.

The question was, what organization? Who had been so secret to be off of Fury's radar all these years? The answer was here, and you would find it.

Tossing a package into the air, you spun it around until you saw the address. Or, thought you saw the address. There wasn't one. Only two words. And they sent death's chills down your spine.

You'd solved it.
You knew the words.

'_e__ns R__'?

Demons Run.

***

[Many Hours Away - Through the eyes of a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent]

Cover: Blown.
Agent Status: Almost Dead.

Everything she'd wanted to learn, hoped to learn. Gone, with the flick of a wrist.

She knew him. Knew he was coming. It was inevitable, and there was no escape. All exit doors sealed off, all escape routes shut down.

There was nothing left. Not even the Avengers could save her now. Not with so little time.

Doom was coming.
Or was it doom? Maybe when it was all over there was paradise. She'd heard Tahiti was a magical place.
But more than likely, it was doom.

And there. She could hear it. His chilling whistle, snaking it's poisonous path through the air. Everyone knew the whistle. Some even had a name for it. 'Whisper of Death,' they said. 'You hear it, you're dead.'

It grew deeper in pitch, the notes of an unknown song streaming to her ears. If she could cover them, she would. But cuffed hands make it rather impossible, and so against her will she heard the tune come closer.

And closer.

"Agggeeeennnttt." He sang. "I know you can hear me."

She cringed, pressing closer to the pillar in underground of the facility. Feeling the expected tap on the shoulder, she turned, taking in his features.

Black. All black. Black jeans, black trench-coat, black shirt. And indeed, a pair of Converse covering his feet. Dark blue psychotic eyes, piercing her heart. Pale skin, almost glowing like his murderous smile. To sum it up, the whole character himself was completely terror instilling.

"The Devil in Converse. Hi."

"I know." She replied simply, covering up her hidden fear.

He pouted, frowning and starting to pace around her. "Just trying to have some fun." Then, "You didn't see that coming?"

She hissed. "From a mile away."

Locking gazes, he raised an eyebrow at her, surprised at the agent's snark and gall with her life on the line. Then he shrugged it off.

"Well!" He smiled lightly. "So nice having a proper chat. I'd better be off."

It was her turn to raise an eyebrow. "Leave?" She asked. "You're just going to leave?"

Quicker than she could have imagined, the Devil spun. Pain ripped through her heart, and she gaped as she saw his eyes raging with insanity, a deep twisted growl rising from his throat. "I. Never. Ever. Leave a job undone. Especially not this one."

Breathing was harder now, her voice coming out in rasps. She saw it now. Saw why no one else would take this task: He was more mental than anything or anyone else.

"You're...insane," the SHIELD agent cracked, her final sentence making the enemy smirk.

He laughed. Grinned wide again, with seemingly not a care in the world for her taunt.

"You're just getting that now?"

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A/N:

yo

I'm an angel of the Lord and you will show me some respect but don't quote me on that I mean what

AND I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE FOR THE WAIT
I DO

BUT IM BACK
I DID IT

I finished this chapter, finally. I have so many things I'm trying to piece together it's hard to decide want to put in a chapter, y'know?

Did you like the meet between you and the Maximoff twins?
Did you figure out who the voice in your head was or not?
What do you think of the vision provided by Wanda? Did she change the voice of Theyel or was someone else behind that?

Just some food for thought. Here have a pizza

New chapter coming next Monday (for sure) instead of a Tuesday, like today. Had a busy one yesterday so, yeah. (my entire life is just up in the air but it's fine I'm fine)

Anyway it's good to be back, I was at a camp so it kept me busy

Comment, Vote, I appreciate any feedback, honestly I do.

WELL
LOOK @ ALL THOSE CHICKENS

you will be found,
Styx