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MJ's POV :

A whip hit my back real harshly . Fuck I wish I could have the whip , I'll whip my handler to death after all this nightmare ended . " Why didn't you kill him ? " my handler complained to me . " Who is he ? " I shouted back , the whip instantly hit my back again . " Spiderman...... he was supposed to die , I've sent Hydra's best agent out there , to what ? , be killed by the second best agent ? " the monster told me , even though he seemed like he's talking to himself . A smirk covered my facial expression before it faded away with a pained expression . " Ballet , after this . " the freaking guy told me with a evil grin on his face . My face instantly fell by the word ' ballet ' , all my life I've been tortured by the dance , people would think ballet is a graceful and peace loving dance but when you're in Hydra it's the total opposite . They painted words into your mind forcing you to put on pointe shoes and hold a gun , low ranking agents will be the target as you dance while shooting them .

I tied the ribbon of the pointe shoes to my leg the white ribbon biting at my skin , thinking it was too tight , I almost untied the ribbon until I was interrupted by a harsh bark . It belonged to my handler , his bark harsher than words , " The coach is waiting for you , faster ! " he told me . I stood up , the shoes tighten at the sudden movement and I flinched at the immediate effect on my legs .

I did a mid-air spilt the gun dangling at the end of my hand . My pointe shoes were covered with blood as I shot another one of the Hydra's agent . " Good job , you improved . " my coach praised me , out of the corner of my eye , I could see my handler clearly smiling at my performance . I actually felt happy for the praise but guilt hit me at the same time , the agents were just low ranked , innocents and yet they got killed in their 20's....... by a 15 year old teenager , they still had such a long life to live .

I got escorted back to my cell by dozens of agents , in case I escaped again . I took off my ballet shoes once I reached the cell . I threw the blood covered shoes to the corner of my cell and cried myself to sleep .

The next morning , I woke up to no sun shinning into my room . I shrugged off the fact that I didn't have my normal teenage years instead I had to working for a blood thirsty company . The door of my cell jangled a bit before a cold voice told me to get ready for school , there was no doubt the voice belonged to my handler . I heaved out a breath that I didn't know I was keeping until now .

The school bell rang , signaling the lunch break after this tiring chemistry lesson . After everyone left , I stood up just to collapse again , the ballet lesson yesterday was putting an extremely big pressure on me as my legs couldn't withstand my body . An arm reached down to the front of my face , looking up I saw Peter Parker , with his doe brown eyes , puppy face and constantly worried expression . I hesitated a second before placing my hand on his and he pulled me up with a strong grip . Standing up , with his support , I inspected his puppy face , the eye bags under his eyes are darker than usual . " Wow , those are really dark circles underneath your eyes . " Peter joked . I glared at him for a second before answering " You too . " He seemed to look terrified at first then relaxed after realising my blank expression . " Peter can you help me with the test tubes ? " Our teacher , Ms Winnie asked him . I looked at him with a questionable look and he answered with a " I like to help . "

I was walking down the hallways of people walking around minding their own business . In my hands were a box of test tubes filled with dissected blood , I looked at them with disgust . The blood in the test tubes remind me of my ballet class , the blood oozing out from the low ranking agents , ballet shoes covered with blood and most importantly my fingerprints on the killer's gun . I looked to my side , Peter was carrying a box of the same dissected blood too , he looked a bit uneasy holding them , but who am I to judge ? Peter had probably experienced more blood in his life than ever before . His parents didn't survive a trip on a plane , Aunt May died because of a mugging and lastly someone who sticks to his mind , his uncle Ben , Peter had told me he died because of a car crash , it sounded like he was lying but Michelle Jones is not a good person to tell your emotions to , so I might as well go with it .

In the girls bathroom , I was washing my hands roughly with tons of soap . After making sure my hands were super clean , I rushed to the cafeteria, grabbing my book on the way . Once there , I saw Peter chatting normally with Ned , I plopped down in my usual seat , halfway across the table where both of them sat . Peter mouthed a thank you to me and quickly turned back to talk to Ned . In the midst of my reading or basically checking the missions from Hydra , a voice drilled through my taughts , I looked up giving the person a death glare before even looking at them . " What ?! " I said to the person who interrupted me , even though it was rude , everyone knew to never interrupt Michelle Jones's reading session . There he was Peter Parker , a nerdy high school kid with totally cute puppy eyes , no one ever knew why he got rid of his glasses , everybody knew he was almost blind , everybody knew he was not wearing contact lenses so how ? " The bell rang already , are you coming to class ? " Peter asked me snapping me out from my daydream , I must look super dumb . I held out my hand for him to pull me up and we immedeltly walked back to class .

After school ended , I went to Flash's usual hangout spot and saw Flash there . I walked into the basketball court and a snarky comment immedeltly went straight into my ears . " Hey MJ , what is a beautiful lady doing here ? " Flash asked me as he bounced a basketball in between his legs . " Only my friends call me MJ and by the way I'm here to ask you for a request . " I told the bully in front of me and used the same snarky tone he used on me . " Shoot . " he replied .

" Nonononono , never . " Flash told me . " What's wrong with not bullying Peter for a day ? " I asked Flash fiercely . Flash gave a look I knew so well " Idk ? " he replied . Eugene ' Flash ' Thompson walked away and I mumbled a " coward . " He immedeltly turned and came straight to me . I smiled .

The ball went into the hoop . " Ding ! That's the elevator telling you that you're not in my level , Flash . " I told him in a cheerful voice " Not so fast now , are we Eugene . " I saw him throw the basketball to one of his friends then giving me a smug look . " Fine you won ! " Flash shouted to me across the basketball court , he then ran away from my sight . " Like I said a coward . " I mumbled underneath my breath . My phone rang in my bag and a sharp voice rang through my ears , " Michelle, where are you ?! " my handler yelled in the other line . " I'm coming ! " I told him with a growl .

I ran around the alleyway sharply , just to be stopped by the incoming knife . I quickly dodged it by pushing both of my legs back and turning a 90 degrees of my head . Let's be fair , to any random person , it would seem impossible to dodge a weapon of blood that was designed to kill , but if you're trained in Hydra , or rather tortured , dodging a knife is a beginner's first step to become a Hydra agent . I adjusted my head back into place to see the knife had stuck to the wall neatly , looking back , I saw a woman getting mugged , all my senses were trying to tell me to keep away from the mess but a particular high school kid just needed me to help while the whole world could be in my hands , Peter Parker you're such a distraction .

I took a step forward taking a deep breath , my inner Hydra skills coming out . " Hey pick on someone your own size ! " I shouted to the mugger in front of me . He immedeltly took out a gun then pulled the trigger . Everything seemed to go in slow motion , I was literally facing a gun right now , no surprise, everyone has a gun in America but fighting a stranger is a big difference to fighting agents . Lots of ' What If's ' were going through my head as I dodge the bullet that was supposed to go through my head . Before anyone of us can react a web was shot down , it had immedeltly attached to the mugger's gun and the web was jerked upwards to the hero's grip . " Pick on someone your own size ! " Spiderman shouted . " I just said that ! " I yelled to the wall crawler as he jumped down and landed gracefully on his tip toes . He quickly shot another web then followed by another then another , soon enough the mugger was wrapped up and the woman had scrambled to her feet to run away , not before taking her purse . " Welcome. " I mumbled sarcastically to myself then turned to the kid in a spandex suit in front of me . " I could handle this situation , you know , I don't need a kid in a spandex suit saving me . " I told the webhead in a sassy voice . " Really because last time I saw you , you almost had a bullet through your head . " Spiderman told me in a kind voice but chuckled in the end .

After the hero had left , I asked myself " Why didn't I kill him ? "

(A/N): The reason I added a ballet practice and a basketball battle with Flash is because this chapter is almost my week routine, I have ballet twice a week and Netball once a week.