First Test
I opened my eyes to the ceiling of a cage and sighed. I’d likely jinxed it, considering that my only real memory of a cage in the MCU, accompanied by crying children I had just noticed, was HYDRA. And so, I simply decided to sit and wait. I didn’t have to, considering escaping would be a prerequisite to killing someone and I seem to inherently know exactly how to do so, but I did.
It was boring, get food, other people without Linguist learn a little Russian, get water, refrain from murdering another kid for trying to interact with me, for several days. I’d been practicing my use of Runscript, mostly teaching myself to move smoothly via in-brain parkour, pain tolerance, and practicing with a couple weapons as well, most notably the revolver and scythe. I may be able to use my Archetype to kill things, but the better I am at using a weapon the easier it’ll be. I could do pretty cool tricks with those two weapons by this point.
Also learned what I looked like! I was pretty similar to my old appearance, black hair, unnerving expression, a bit skinny, physically best suited for swimming. I was also like… Five. More importantly though, my eyes were purple, I had short, almost fangs rather than the normal tooth in the roof of my mouth I had before, a paler complexion, and I’m pretty sure my hair is slightly iridescent rather than having the oily sheen it got via somehow making grease.
My introspection was interrupted by a man walking in, snazzy suit, flanked by who I immediately recognized as the Winter Soldier. (He wasn’t Bucky yet) He stopped in front of us and began speaking. I didn’t pay much attention beyond a mention of hide and seek, Linguist was nice.
So, once he was done I walked out and asked my Archetype to get me into position for an ambush, clambering into a vent as needed via some frankly confusing parkour and moving through it. Knocking down a grate to make it seem like I had dropped out to head elsewhere.
There was a scream. I kept moving and eventually dropped out properly, snapping the neck of someone walking under the vent on accident. The Wolverine fixed the broken leg and neck I’d sustained from the fall as I brushed myself off and looted the corpse, which had a ballpoint pen!
So I kept going, pushing my Archetype to put my incredible competence in killing to target anyone I saw at this point. And then I got scruffed by the Winter Soldier after clearing the third room and looting literally everything that could be weaponized.
Dude walked me across like half the place and through my impromptu scene of carnage to set me in the cage again. Didn’t even remove the more esoteric items I’d looted, like the table weight.
I was small. But I could kill. And I would, since I lacked any qualms about it.
It's not like they can kill me first. Pain tolerance included training The Wolverine's speed as a side effect too.