The mission was standard.
Infiltrate. Eliminate. Extract.
Or at least, it should have been.
Concrete dust clouded the air as the Thunderbolts moved through the enemy compound. Gunfire echoed in the distance, and Ava was already pissed.
"Why is it never as clean as the briefing?" she growled, ducking behind a pillar as bullets ricocheted above her.
Yelena smirked. "Because we're not paid enough to be briefed by people with actual intelligence."
John loaded his rifle with a dramatic click. "I think it's going great."
"No one asked you," Bucky muttered.
Bob stayed close to the rear, nervous energy written all over him, like he'd forgotten how tall he was in the middle of a battlefield.
Then-
The power cut out.
The compound went dark. Alarms died. Gunfire paused like even the enemies were confused.
And then-
"LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR!"
The song blasted over the compound's blown speakers-loud, jarring, aggressive. Not tactical. Not subtle.
Yelena blinked. "Is this a joke?"
John squinted toward the hallway. "That's Drowning Pool."
"No shit," Ava snapped. "What psycho puts that on during an op?"
Bucky froze. "...You hear that?"
They all did. Not the song-the sounds behind it. Screams. Explosions. Chaos that had nothing to do with them.
And then she appeared.
Through the smoke and fire came a blur of motion-brown hair streaked with red, tactical gear layered and battered, and dual pistols moving like extensions of her thoughts. She dove, rolled, slid under enemy fire, and returned it twice as hard.
The Thunderbolts stood completely still, watching the carnage unfold as one woman took out an entire enemy squad-alone-with music blaring and a smirk on her face like this was fun.
She didn't look at them.
She didn't need to.
By the time the last body hit the floor, the music cut.
She stood in the silence, cocked her head toward the Thunderbolts, raised a brow like you coming or what?-
-and vanished down the corridor.
Just gone.
Ava finally exhaled. "...Who the hell was that?"
No one answered.
Because no one knew.
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Code Name: Untraceable
FanfictionShe's not on the roster. She's not in the system. She's not even supposed to be alive. Every mission the Thunderbolts run, she's there-appearing out of nowhere, tearing through enemies like a storm, then vanishing without a trace. One time? Coincide...
