Volt

Chapter 1 | A New Beginning

"Breathe in the light and say good-bye" 
        - Oblivion - M83 ft. Susanne Sundfor

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before

Celia gritted her teeth, trying not to wince as the rope stung her hands. She'd lost her gloves up on the roof and the only option down --of course--was a thick rope which she had quickly straddled and slid down. 

Her boots touched the ground louder than she would've hoped and she slunk into the shadows. Celia Hayes was a proud member of L.U.N.A.R. which was an extension of the secret. but not so secret, S.H.I.E.L.D. organization that investigated strange occurrences around the globe. 

Her latest mission as a spy was tracking a group of Hydra operatives that had stolen pages of legal documents S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted to keep hidden. The L.U.N.A.R. division was the dirty side of S.H.I.E.L.D.; they were the "do and don't ask questions" type of people, so Celia had no idea what was on the papers.

A loud thump came from behind her and she hid behind a stack of massive crates. Her current assignment was located in a shipping dock in Montenegro. She watched as two burly guards with assault rifles walked by, their eyes moving frantically. 

"Jakowski said he'd be here with the papers now." One of them said in a Russian accent. He'd stopped and was leaning against a crate near Celia. 

"Be patient. You know the shipments always late. They don't give a fuck about wasting our time." The other guard said in a bored American accent. The Russian man shook his head but stayed silent. 

Celia needed to get out of this situation and to a place she could hide with an easier escape route. She backed up slowly, intending to back around the corner and get back on the roof(why had she ever left it in the first place was still in question)when her heel hit some discarded sheet metal. She bit back curses and watched as both men whipped around to see her. She took off sprinting, scanning the area for some advantages. 

"HEY!" The Russian yelled and then two sets of footsteps were after her. 

"I've been compromised, I'll be taking two men out and get back into position in.." She paused to check her watch. "Less than ten minutes." She said into her earpiece. 

She heard the other man on the line chuckle and heard the distinct click of a stop watch starting. She lunged through a half open door and careened onto a stack of crates. Her hands and feet moved in a blur as she began scrambling pulling herself up, scrambling to the top. Celia crouched and waited as the two guards came in not even a few seconds later. They crept in cautiously, their guns raised. 

Gracefully jumping down onto the Russian, she wrapped her legs around his neck. The American tried to help but she extended one foot and smacked him in the jaw, causing him to stumble into a pile of scrap metal. The Russian was trying to pry her legs of his body and succeeded by slamming her into the crates. She let out a pained gasp and loosened her grip. That's all he needed to reach over and throw her body over him. Landing in a crouch, she was able to regain herself, her expression tense. 

The American next to her came toward her and she smacked him in the temple with her foot again. The Russian was taking out his gun and she needed to act fast. 

Leaping towards the Russian, she put his neck into the crook of her elbow as she swung by before settling against his back putting him in a choke hold. 

"Where will the files be hidden?" She asked her voice dangerously low. The man shook his head. "I will ask you one more time. Where will the files be hidden?" She repeated. 

She extended her palm so it was facing upwards in front of his face. A crackling noise was heard and suddenly her hand was filled with energy, small purple energy resembling lightning crackled inches away from his face and he freaked. 

"Warehouse B, second floor." He said pushing his head away from her hand.

"Thank you." She said before sending a shock into his neck to make him pass out. As he slumped to the floor she heard a man's voice in her ear.

"Well done, only 7 minutes and 13 seconds." he said. She smiled at that and began asking the man on the line--Will--to send Warehouse B's coordinates to her.

Warehouse B was the best kept on the harbor. There were functional lights, a clear path to it, and the gates, doors, and windows weren't rusted over. 

Celia had anxiously waited for a group of Humvee's to park outside the warehouse. Rows of well-dressed body guards escorted a pale-skinned man in a blue suit holding a box in his hands into the warehouse. She guessed that was Jakowski. 

Once all the guards were out of sight, she sneaked through a line of bushes to where two guards were standing in front of the entrance. A glint of light on the ground caught her attention and she spotted a key laying on the ground. She decided to take care of the guards first and took both of them out by shooting energy into their necks to make them fall unconscious. She then grabbed the key and slid in through the door, surprised there wasn't any security in the hall. 

"I have a bad feeling about this Will. Where are the security cameras?" she asked. She heard the sounds of typing before a confused huff came through the line. 

"There are none until you reach the very back of the warehouse." He informed her. She frowned.

"Maybe they're cheap." She joked wondering why Hydra had so little surveillance. She still stuck to the shadows, watching. She slipped between crates and crates until she found herself in front of a dark green door. In front of it were 3 guards the size of trucks. She spotted a power outlet near the bottom of the door and bit her lip while focusing her energy--she was still new to this--and let her body go. She felt herself become as light as air and slipped into the outlet as quickly as she could, her body now one with the electricity. Celia soon found herself in another outlet inside the room. 

There was a low table and chair where Jakowski sat. There were two body guards standing on a white shag rug and there, on a shelf, was the box Jakowski had been holding that contained the files. Celia's grin widened and she forced herself to stretch out her energy to the guards and put them to sleep. Jakowski watched in confusion as all three guards went down. He began to panic but Celia returned to her physical form and put him to sleep as well. She frowned at the box, noticing the key hole, and began searching his clothing and desk drawers. 

Pulling up short, she decided to pick the lock. Nothing seemed to be working and she considered slamming the box on the ground but aborted the idea when she remembered the key in her pocket. She slipped it in the lock and twisted it, satisfied as the lid popped open. 

Four sheets of paper, slightly torn and yellowed sat in the box and Celia couldn't help but peek. She made sure the door was locked before settling on the floor, reading her way through the pages. Most of the names on the file she knew of, Howard Stark, Peggy Carter. 

Her eyes squinted in confusion when she came across a formula on the last page. It seemed to be about a man named Steve Rogers which sounded familiar. Her eyebrows furrowed more as she read on, rereading every sentence. 

"Cryo chambers? Captain America?" She reacted, feeling startled. 

They were talking about Captain America as in the famous Captain America that had disappeared after his plane crashed. Her hands shook as she read over him being frozen somewhere. No wonder S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted this back. 

Hydra wanted to revive Steve and Celia knew S.H.I.E.L.D. would want him first knowing his power with the super solider serum.