
the job was supposed to be EASY. with shield still looking for her, most of her bank accounts frozen && safe houses undoubtedly less safe she was desperate for whatever work she could find. with h e r skill set it just happened to mean doing grunt work for guys worse than her, no questions asked && money in hand. little over a month in the city, living in what was practically a shoe box, && nothing had gone wrong – it had boosted her CONFIDENCE in taking a slightly more complicated yet hardly challenging job. her problem is, she realizes after hearing a body hit the floor, she’s not used to there being heroes running around stopping the little people like her. she barely has time to turn before hitting the ground but grabs the gun from her waistband && aims almost blindly with her hair in her eyes. she adjusts her grip && stifles a groan when she sees who’s in front of her “you really have to wear a mask??”




































