The escapee - Marvel

Chapter 83 - Reassignments and Research

A.N: To Anyone who isn't reading this for the first time, I'd advise you go back and reread Chapters 75, 76, and possibly 77. I've made a few edits that change a bit of the story going forward. Thank you for reading!!

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The late December snow was falling in flakes outside and Seven stopped her note taking so she could watch. She tapped the pencil against the table absent mindedly, staring out at the white blanket.

It was early, so early that most people would still be tucked up in bed. Recently she had been camping out at a 24hr library near the SHIELD headquarters, prepping for an upcoming exam. Therefore it had been the perfect place to suggest for their meeting.

"Hey," a voice snapped her from her thoughts and she looked up to see Sofia and Vik who quickly sat down on the other side of her table. "Forgot we were looking for a blonde now," Viktoria said, "we walked past you like three times."

She nodded at them and went back to note taking, referencing from the many books she had sprawled out in front of her.

"Right," Another voice. "How is everyone? Good?" Anya slid in next to her and she put the pencil down.

The three widows nodded briskly. "Yeah, all good."

"Great, shall we get started?"

An hour later Seven was walking back to SHIELD, her toes damp from the snow and hair curling at the edges, tickling her forehead.

The two situated on the med team hadn't had much luck, Sofia said that they now knew that the headquarters held a medical file on everyone that was treated there, meaning there would be valuable information on each avenger. However they had yet figured out how to see them.

Anya hadn't found much either. "My clearance isn't high enough to access any useful information." She had sighed, "It'll take people years to get that kind of clearance."

"Can you hack it?" Sofia had asked,

"Maybe, but I don't know enough about it yet. What about you Seven?"

"The training is fine, I fit in with everyone but apparently Sophia James was top of the academy, so I've obviously had to do quite well." She explained, "Barton and Romanoff are both handlers, but neither are my handler so I don't see them much." She shrugged. "I don't really know how i'm supposed to gather intel when I'm training for twelve hours a day."

Anya hummed, "Thats not optimal," she shook her head. "Preferably you'd be able to have one as your handler, then you could actually learn things about their team. Leave it with me."

Seven checked her watch and increased her pace, she had a group training session in forty minutes and the HQ was still twenty five away. Her mind was fuzzy now, Anya had brought four syringes and the four of them had replenished the mind serum in silence before they left, like some sort of drug group that met up in a library at four in the morning.

She tried again to access her power, digging in her mind, willing her cupped hand to fill with water. A single drop formed on her fingertip and she watched it roll down her index finger and drop onto the snow beneath her. Seven frowned, it felt like a part of her was missing without them. 

JANUARY 2016

Peter was hating recruit training. He was bored, tired, and missed his family. Frankly, this was the worst Christmas break he had had in a while, having to study while he was on school break was not something he wanted to do.

He called Tony, Pepper, and Aria most evenings just to hear about what they were up to. Most days Aria had a story about something from home, recently she had been stealing Bucky's arm from the dishwasher and hiding it in increasingly obscene places. He wished he was there to help her.