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S1 ep.3 fanfic title: Getting out of here.
(Mia's POV):
'Thank god, I left the cell earlier or I would've been bored out of my mind.' I continue in thought, walking around the CUBE prison, 'Now, where can I find...AHA! Bingo!' I smirked, spotting Dr. Leonard Samson leaving the lab.
Hiding in the shadows, I waited for my chance and stealthily snatched his ID card from his lab coat. Luckily, I hid before he turned around, seemingly cautious of his surroundings, but he shrugged it off.
I emerged, doing a little victory dance with the card in hand.
Then I heard footsteps, and I quickly ran in search for any place to hide, until I finally recognize a familiar area; Without hesitation, I enter and shut the door behind me. Footsteps dissapearing, I sigh in relief before I was met with the computer room.
Which is exactly what I was looking for.
"Mia, you're a genius!" I joyfully cheered, spotting the DNA samples in the lab fridge. "Hello, my babies." In an instant, I quickly snatched all the samples, opened them, and poured their contents onto the floor.
Reasons?
Because there's no way in hell was S.H.I.E.L.D. or even H.Y.D.R.A. was ever to use these to experiment on more people.
But...
I can say that I was planning on doing a different approach.
Time skip~
Having to finally make my way back to Hawkeye had instructed me to stay put from sight, right on time to hear him end his interrogation on Bruce Banner, also known as the Hulk; the watch on the watch ticked from above as it indicated that it was nearing the late hour of midnight.
"Oh, one more thing," Hawkeye turns back to him, "You get to babysit for me."
Bruce looked confused until he spotted me.
I could see the shocked expression written all over his face when he struggled to break free from his chains, "You...?"
I swallowed hard, recognizing the flicker of familiarity in his gaze. 'Did he know Mia too?'
"Alright, Banner." Hawkeye, oblivious to the silent exchange, clapped his hands together. "Play nice. She's not a prisoner—just needs a place to stay while I handle some things." He shot me a stern look. "And you—stay put this time."
I gave him my best innocent smile. "Wouldn't dream of moving." He looked convinced, but with a final nod, he turned and left. Silence settled between Bruce and me. His expression was unreadable—part disbelief, part something worry.
"You're supposed to be dead," he said, jaw tight. "The gamma experiment. They said it killed you." "True," I shrugged. "But I was only asleep. As you can see," I gestured to myself, "I'm very much alive. I had no memory of what happened until I woke up in the ditch where they dumped the failed experiments."
hesitated, then stepped closer, keeping my voice low. "Listen, I don't have much time to explain, but—I did do something." Bruce's eyes narrowed. "What?" Glancing at the security cameras, I moved just enough to block their view of my lips and stood behind his ear.
"I destroyed them." I whispered into his ear, almost sounding like a villain, "All of them."
He gave me a quizzical look, but questions, "Destroyed what exactly?" "The DNA samples, of course.~" I chirply tell him, hearing Bruce gasp in shock of disbelief, turns to me, where he earns a wide smile on my face.
"Yours, Leaders, Zzzax's—all of them in one go. No more experiments. No more weapons. Nada." With that, I walked away from behind, hands behind my back, and stood right where I was before to meet his brown eyes.
Bruce just stared at me, but then, slowly, relief flickered in his eyes. "You're...serious?" I nod happily, "Mhm! And poured every last drop onto the floor. Your buddy Leo, is that his name? Never mind, he's gonna have a real bad day when he finds out."
A faint, almost invisible smirk tugged at his lips. "That's... reckless." "Yeah, well." I shrugged. "Figured if I'm already dead on paper, might as well make it count." Bruce studied me for a long moment before exhaling. "They'll come for you."
"Probably," I smirked. "Good thing I've got the Hulk as my babysitter, huh?"
His expression sobered. "You don't know what you're dealing with. SHIELD—they won't stop." "Neither will I." The words hung between us, heavy with unspoken understanding. Then, from somewhere deep in the Cube, an alarm blared. Bruce's head snapped up.
I grinned.
"Right on schedule." I turned to leave, but he stopped me. "Wait!"
I turned back, confused: "What is it?" I asked. He glanced hesitantly from side to side, still chained: "There's a quick exit route near the lab where you can sneak yourself in one of the SHIELD's trucks."
"There, it can take you to New York. But it has to be tonight." He finished.
I blinked at him, taken aback. "Wait—you're helping me? Even chained up like this?" Bruce's expression softened slightly. "You deserve a chance to start over..." I tilted my head at his words and pointed out, "You don't even know me."
"Doesn't matter." His voice was firm, yet it sounded like he was pleading with me to go, "No one should be a guinea pig. Especially someone so young as yourself, and believe me, after what they tried to do to you, I won't let you go through it again."
A bitter laugh escaped me.
"Funny thing is...I volunteered for it. Needed the payout to finally get out of that damn orphanage."
Bruce's eyes widen two times wider. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-two," I simply tell him.
He stared. "...You're joking." I rolled my eyes, "What, do I look twelve?"
"Sixteen, tops."
That made me snort.
"I'll take it as a compliment." I turned to leave, but hesitated, glancing back. "Thanks, Bruce, and of course, Hulk. I'll... see you around, maybe." Bruce's chains rattled as he strained forward. "Mia—" By then, I was already gone.
Outside the CUBE...
Scene changes, I was inside the containers that held highly valuable weapons, where they were shipping them into the helicarrier. I ducked behind crates, heart pounding with adrenaline, until I spotted the loading bay.
A line of SHIELD trucks stood ready, engines humming. 'Bingo.'
I crouched behind a stack of supply pallets, waiting for the perfect moment to enter the vehicle. Sure enough, as soon as the last agent turned his back, I bolted, rolling under the nearest truck's tarp-covered bed.
The truck lurched forward, the engine roaring in the oil-and-metal-scented space. I gripped the cargo net straps, watching the Cube shrink through the moonlit holes in the wooden top. Relief washed over me, followed by pressing a hand to my chest.
'Whew! So far, so good! I'm so glad I left before Hawkeye could come back, after all, he's probably heading to Natasha right about—' Suddenly, the sound of a moving car and a floating vehicle had passed through undetected: 'Yup he's pissed.'
Stifling a laugh at the drama about to happen without me around, it seemed to be a very amusing thing, when I began to notice that I was getting sleepy and got myself comfortable within the weapons, carefully not to trigger a gun fire, and lay down.
'Bruce was right—SHIELD would hunt me. But for now...' I smirk, wider than my usual one, 'New York awaits!'