I awoke with a splitting headache in a bland, murky and mouldy grey room. Nothing made sense. My brain was in agony with glimpses of life happening and reminding me. I seem to remember everything up until my best friend Peter leaving me for some other friends. Where am i? Where's my mom? Is she ok? Why can't I remember where i am? What day is it? I sat there for around 20 minutes contemplating where the hell i could be. I couldn't really os much else as the pain in my head prevented me from doing even the littlest movements. I'm pretty sure thats why i didn't hear this creepy lady come in. I mean, there's no other explanation due to the fact that i am the menace, and I really heavily on my hearing and instincts. I doubt I would've lost those skill however long I've been here.

Madame B

"I have no time to lose, so i will get straight to the point. I'm Madame B. You're mother is dead. She was killed. You were about to be put in an orphanage, due to the fact that you had no remaining family, but we came through and rescued you. In return, we expect you to pay us back by doing service to our company. If you don't there will be a severe price to pay. First we will reveal to the world that you are The Menace, and then we will kill those who are closest to you. If those do not work, more drastic measures will be taken. Do not by any means try to escape, or you will be punished accordingly. The same goes for not doing what you are told. You have been warned, if you step out of line you will regret it. I will guide you back to your room, but i expect you to be ready by tomorrow morning"

SLAP*

Right, i just got hit. My confidence boost was now lost, and so i happily obliged to follow this women. It's good to see i still have my humour, although i know this facade wont last and the news the woman told me, will hit me. I'm just in one of my paralysed moods where i act cocky, but as soon as i am alone, i will cry. The same thing happened when peter left me for his friends. It started out slow, but eventually it as left by self keeping up my happy face when i saw him, yet crying at home when i realised my only friend left me and that I obviously wasn't good enough. But just like the Menace, i will prove to people what I'm worth. I will prove to my mother, especially now that i am worth it, and i will turn into the person she would've wanted to spend time with. And if that meant doing what these people wanted, then so be it.

Everything that happened after that was a blur. I was handcuffed to a bed which was full of many other girls and women. I didn't get any sleep, instead i cherished the memories of the little time my mom and i spent together. It turned sour quite quickly. What was so wrong with me that she didn't want to find time for me? Ill prove her wrong. Ill prove that i am loveable and that people do want to spend time with me. This organisation obviously wants me more than her. I also worried about who would protect my hometown. Was that where my mother was killed? No matter how bad she treated me, i still care for her, even though she is gone. If it was somebody from my hometown i better ace whatever this company has in store for me, so i can get back out there. I guess Spider-Man will have to keep a keen eye out until I'm back.

When i awoke, i wasn't tired. Sure, I hadn't fallen asleep but i was high on adrenaline, ready to complete everything that needed doing.

Everybody was shoved into groups by the guards, and i didn't have the energy to shout and ask, whether i was in the wrong group with these woman, as everything i had ever cared about since my dads death was gone. I was on my own now. I had no one left to protect. I will do whatever it takes for me to win my freedom. I didnt care anymore.

Let's just say my care free attitude got me far. So far i had not been to the discipline rooms with the guards like some of the others did, however that doesn't mean i didn't get hurt by them in training. I made no friends as i would likely end up having to kill them, so there was no point in making connections. Plus, with the jealous looks, they were giving me for being younger than them and still being able to beat them...well lets just say that it did nothing to help my attitude towards them.

Each time, i had to kill somebody in the duels in training, or using a gun on the target, i always got this wave of nausea. Like the feeling in my gut wasn't right, but i pushed it far away, so i had no distractions. I have no place in this world, and certainly no place in my life for distractions. When i first started i was the worst of the group due to being trained as a free hand vigilante, and not professionally. But due to my sheer determination for freedom and my hard work, i quickly learnt the ways and became the best around. I still didn't know what this company did, and i didn't bother questioning anyone about it. I'm pretty sure we just have to deliver valuable stuff to rich people if we have to learn self defence. The sacrifices of others were necessary. Only the best will be able to complete the jobs. There was only about 15 of us left. The less amount of drama i got in with the organisation, the easier it would be for me to get my freedom. If I could get my job done successfully with no strings attached i could go back to get revenge on whoever killed my mother. I would have payed them back by then with my work.

What i didn't expect that day was for me to be called down to Madame B's office, which i learnt wasn't a good idea to call her anything other than that. That's would result in a slap, but that wasn't the worst of it. Her stare was the worst, it made you want to shrink up on yourself. She kept giving me that stare for the first week before I went to bed , in order to get her point across that I shouldn't even try to escape. In all honesty, i don't see why anyone would try. There's guards stationed everywhere, and its not as if anyone has magic they can use to get out. I'm surprised nobody has tried yet, with the skills we learn daily. I can imagine its for the same reason i also haven't. We were too scared of loosing something dear to us, or being sent to the discipline room. People sometimes came out of there dismantled or not at all. Only the worst behaved people went there, and I didn't plan on going there anytime soon. I don't know what they did, but it was obviously bad

As i was called down, there was a boy around my age sitting opposite Madame b. He seemed to be in a similar uniform to me, yet with all black. There was no twinge of red, like my organisation has.

Madame B

"Welcome Emma. I have a bit if a change if scenery for you today. I need you and Jason here courtesy of Hydra to break into the avengers headquarters in order to gather intel they have stolen from us. Inside the file i will give you as you depart, it will give you the instructions on how to get the information and from which part of the building. You have 10 minutes to gather your gear, while Jason and me will be waiting for you. I expect big things from you. I understand that this is your first mission, and so if anything goes wrong or if you try to escape we will find you. We have intel everywhere. If anyone gets in your way, you get rid of them. You are worthless, you have no place in the world except here. If everything goes smoothly, you will not have to visit the discipline room. You are dismissed"

I was so excited! Not only would I get to see the outside world again, but i would be getting it fight our worst enemies. It was an honour. If this all goes smoothly, i should be allowed to go free. They would only hunt me down if i failed and fled. That cannot happen. Plus nobody wants me except these people. At least i am worth something here.

As i was dismissed, i went to grab a couple fo handguns and around 5 daggers. After i was all set and ready to go i was pushed into a helicopter by Madame B with a file, and bumped right into Jason. It was an awkward situation to be in. Very awkward. As i looked out the window, all i saw was Madame B's smug face as she shrank in size. As i was too busy gazing at her, i was shoved very forcefully into a seat. As i fumbled, and got into an attacking stance, i realised it was Jason. I didn't attack but instead sat down. That was a fair enough push. I respect his need for personal space. As i looked him over thoroughly, i saw around 9 visible hidden weapons, the same file i had on his lap, with a scowl on his face. He obviously did not seem happy that i was there, and so I stayed silent for the whole ride, not even trying to make eye contact due to the fact that being isolated from boys for a while made me nervous around them. I don't know why, but i got this weird gut feeling again when i was with Jason. I pushed it down and went on to examine the file.

We apparently had to hack into the avengers mainframe, which is why Jasons assistance was needed, whilst i covered him. We were supposed to land in the late morning, receive our undercover clothes and start the mission. We were apparently interns at the Avengers tower as it would be easier to blend in as kids. I'm sure this Jason guy would be able to get the internship anyway if he's the computers guy of the squad/operation. Because let's be real, no one actually understood computers in school as a child. I know i certainly didn't, and i thought i was pretty smart. I now classed this kid as weird, as i fell his eyes rake over me, and the fact that he likes computers. We didn't talk for the journey but i vowed myself to talk to him on the way back from our successful mission. Maybe then he would be in a better mood. He seemed weird but interesting, and I wanted to know why i was feeing the way i was. Would talking to him settle it? I'm not sure but I don't need any distraction before the mission. I need to solely focus on that. Jason can be dealt with after. He obviously felt the same way as his scowl was like a warning for me to stay away from him

As the journey continued, we kept catching each other gazes, i turned red and then i looked away awkwardly. In all my life, getting out of that helicopter was one of the happiest moment of my life! We kept our distance as we received radio's and earpieces from the pilot that connected us to Madame b and each other. We then made our way to our hotel room in order to get ready for the mission.