Survivor
Who would have imagined what fate had prepared for you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)
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You were born a healthy, normal baby; meaning: no super powers, but since a very young age you found your passion in ballet, gymnastics and even some martial arts; all activities that you enjoyed a lot.
You were 10 years old, and had just make it into the National Gymnastics Team. You and your parents were flying to Russia for an Olympic competition, it was your first time on a plane and you were terrified. Your mother hugged you all the time, whispering that everything was going to be okay. What a lie.
After about 3 hours of flying, the plane started to have turbulences.
Some of the passengers looked concerned and others looked like they were used to it.
Suddenly, the sound of a beeping machine and the alarmed voice of the pilot shouting for help caught everyone's attention. The plane started losing control, going downhill.
"Mommy?" Wide eyed you shook her arm "what's happening?"
Her sad wide eyes moved from you to your father, her soft features so disturbed at that moment
"Daddy please make it stop. It's scaring mommy and I" you begged
"(Y/N) listen to me" he said, leaning towards you and your mom "whatever happens next, always remember that we love you the most and we always will" he held your tiny hands, your mother's soon joining.
The pilot soon came out of the flight deck with a desperate look, he was willing to do whatever he could to safe as much passengers as possible
"We have no time" he said with a stern voice "Kids will go first, we have some parachutes on the back. They gotta jump now, we're getting no reply from the airport" And then, with an apologetic gaze, he looked at the people on board before going back inside the cabin, managing to keep the plane going for a few more minutes.
"Will you promise us something, little monkey?" The nickname gave you some kind of relief. That's how they both called you at home, when it was just the three of you and the rest of the world disappeared. You nodded your head, your hands shaking in theirs
"Promise us you'll always be a strong girl. A fighter, either with or without us, okay?" You couldn't understand what he meant with that, a blank expression was all you could give as a response
"(Y/N) please, we know you're scared" your mom said
"The 4 kids on board, please come here now!" An air hostess called from the back, her colleagues already putting some kind of backpacks on the other kids.
Your mom grabbed your chin, bringing your attention back to them
"We know you're scared, but please always, always remember to be strong and not let anything nor anyone hurt you. Fight. Love. Live. Okay?" Her voice broke at the end, your father wrapped an arm around her shoulders, their sad gazes made it all so confusing.
"Okay. I promise you" you whispered. Something deep inside told you you wouldn't see them again. And it scared you.
"Go now, honey. We'll meet you soon ok? Just do what the miss tells you to" just as she said that, a tall blonde woman took you to the back of the plane to put a backpack on you, just like they did to the other kids. She taught you how to use it, but you were so nervous, you doubted you'd remember all the instructions.
As soon as every kid had their backpack on, a door opened and a strong wave of air rushed inside, the noise almost unbearable.
One by one, the other kids started jumping off the plane and you could see how halfway through the fall, a circular fabric appeared from the backpack, making them float slowly until their feet touched the ground.
With one last look at your parents, you jumped.
Floating through the cloudy Russian sky, you forgot what to so next.
The cold air was hitting your face and you could feel your stomach on your throat. A picture of your parents clouded your mind as you remember your mother's words
'Be strong. Don't let anything nor anyone hurt you'
Your hand found the small rope on the side of your backpack right on time, landing slowly to the ground before getting out of the heavy fabric (of the parachute) and hugging your knees to your chest.
You waited for hours, surrounded by trees and bushes, and no one came.
Your eyes started feeling heavy and your bones screamed at you to get some rest. Scared and lost, your body started to fall to the side.
Just as you closed your eyes, the sound of heavy footsteps startled you, but your exhausted brain decided to ignore it.
A young man, with messy blonde hair kneeled on your side and touched your neck, probably looking for a sign that you were alive.
The last thing you saw through half shut eyes was that he had a bow on his gloved right hand
"Barton here. I found a survivor"
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10 years later/ S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters
"(Y/L/N), Barton; We've got a mission for you"
Your shared a smirk with the archer before heading to the meeting room.