Chapter 2: Prep and Execution

  *12 hours earlier*

            Pacing my apartment in New York, I review my mental list of supplies.

·        Arrows

·        Knives

·        Suit

·        Mask

·        Bag

·        Poison

·        Passport (fake of course)

·        Currency

·        ID (again fake)

·        Artificial Nails

I think that’s it. Walking to my room I pull out a black backpack and begin to pack. Once my money and anything that wouldn’t seem suspicious is in my bag, I go to my closet. Pushing my clothes aside, I place my hand on the wall causing a green light to appear and scan my print. I hear the familiar click of the lower wall beginning to slide open. I crouch down and pull out a black chest. Retrieving what I need, I kick the chest back in the wall and walk back to my bed. Once packed, I change into black jeans, dark blue t-shirt, leather jacket, and black combat boots. Looking in the mirror, I tie back my blond curly hair and put my mask on.

I grab my backpack and go to the roof of my building. Preparing myself for takeoff, I stomp my right foot causing my boots to send out jets. My mask turns on and the screen shows my boots fuel, body heat, and anything I need to know during flight.

 “Set destination to Paris, France.” I say. The screen brings up a map and I’m lifted higher until I’m propelled in the proper direction.

                                    *6 hours later*

            I land in the outskirts of town around 4 o’clock. I take off my mask and look around. Not much going on today, or not many people around. Perfect. I take my hair out and shake my head. My hair goes to the small of my back, so it’s long enough to conceal my face. I put my mask away and begin walking.

 Thankfully, when I’m in town no one stops me to ask for identification. I pass the bakery my mother would take me to every Sunday. Memories of my past resurface in my mind and I hunch over a closed fist putting pressure against my temple. I take a deep breath, expecting the cool, fresh air but only feel the dirty, musky air I breathed for so many years as a child. Exhaling and shaking my head I straighten myself and force my legs to move again. Brushing by the people who stopped to see if I was okay, I tell them I’m fine in my native tongue. I quicken my pace and refocus my thoughts, now is not the time to have flashbacks Leiton.

Leiton. Jade Leiton. My own name sounds foreign to me. The only name people really call me now is Viper. At least that’s the name the media gave me. Fitting, considering all my weapons are laced with various poisons, and my mask resembles a snake head. The last person to call me Jade was my friend Peter, but a little over a year ago his girlfriend died, and since then I haven’t seen him much… Although in my line of work, it’s best not to keep people close and I’m okay with that.

            When I reach the museum, I take out the money I’ll need and pay for my ticket. Wondering the various corridors I familiarize myself with the building and think of a plan to complete my mission tonight. Feeling prepared, I pull out my phone and hack into the museum security system. I study the list of guards, when and where they’ll be, find where all security cameras are and adjust my plan. I exit the museum and walk across the street and down a few more blocks. Stashing my backpack, I change and wait for the museum to close. 

*Present*

            I’m running behind the buildings of Paris, next to a river. If I can just get back to my bag and change, I can go home completely undetected. Finally reaching the building I kept my stuff at,I climb to the top. I look out at the city. I can still see the flashing lights of police cars. This is the first time in a long time I’ve been anxious. I’m mean, what do the Avengers want with me?! Sure I stole some rock, but these are Earths freaking Mightiest Hero’s! Don’t they have more important issues than me?

“Enhance sight.” I say, my French accent slipping. I see Tony Stark, aka Iron Man, with his mask up talking with the head police chief. Searching for the rest of the “heroes” I see Red, or Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow, with the bird of prey himself, Clint Barton wondering around the museum, taking in every detail. Walking out of the building I see Stars and Stripes, Captain America, God of being loud and obnoxious, Thor, and Bruce Banner, being all small and boring. Not green, enormous and awesome. Felling the anxiety grow as they all come together, I quickly turn and peel off the dark blue and black kimono looking dress.

 After changing, I look at the suit I wear when I become Viper. It is very similar to the way a kimono looks, but the skirt only goes to a little above where my fingers lay when I stand straight. The main color is blue with black trimming. I usually wear black heeled boots with a dark blue sole, but considering I was flying, I stuck with my rocket boots, that I created myself. I put on my jacket, but realize my arm bands and claws are still on.

My arm bands hold my arrows and throwing knives. The knives are on my upper arm, while the arrows are strapped to my forearm. When I flick my arm, one of the twenty arrows is released from its strap. After my arrows are gone, the knives are sent out. I have similar bands on my regular boots, but those are just arrows. Depending on my mission, the arrows and knives are coated in different types of poisons. My artificial nails, or claws, are made of metal and very lethal. These are used for hand to hand combat. One scratch and you’re infected with poison. My mask is what I use to control everything, but once it leaves my face, it’s disabled and becomes a plain old mask.

 Feeling I only have a short time before the Avengers leave themselves, and I’m pretty sure if they saw a figure flying through the sky, they might investigate, I put my mask on and say,

            “Lift off in 3… 2… 1…”

            My mask creates my return route and I make my way home. Paris being 4 hours ahead of New York, I land about 10 pm. Stumbling into my apartment, I drop my bag on my bed and take a shower. After my shower, I throw my bag and mask in my closet. Putting everything away can wait till morning. I snuggle into bed and fall asleep smiling that I completed my mission.

A/N: Well there's another chapter!! I have been writing a lot more than I expected so I decided to update again. Basically what's going on is I'm writing the story seperatly and once I'm done with it, there will be weekly updates. Until then you'll just have to bare with me. Also, to the side are Viper's claws. With every chapter, I will try to upload a picture that goes along with it. 

Anyway, Viper escaped!! What do you think the Avengers will discover at the museum? And she lives in New York! Oh, and if you havn't gotten it by now, she is French, but has accostomed to an American accent. So, this chapter gives you a speck of her past... I promise it will deepen as the story goes on. But, I'll stop talking now. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!! Feel free to vote and comment!!

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