ishouldbesleeping27

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Characters

Original Female Character(s), Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Nick Fury, Original Child Character(s), Maria Hill, Vision (Marvel), Sharon Carter (Marvel), Hydra Agents (Marvel), Johann Schmidt, SHIELD Agents & Staff (Marvel)

Summary

The Avengers are recovering after Ultron, tensions are high and when S.H.I.E.L.D calls them for a emergency meeting the questions lingers: Can it get any Worse?The Answer: Oh yes it can,The Mimic, a girl over 100 Years old, Second in command to HYDRA, and tight knit with Johann Schmidt in the 30 and 40's now stands in front of them, she's a ethical and political dilemma and truly no one can fully understand the things she had seen, Bucky had his memory wiped, Steve was on ice, but Mimic? She saw it all, the rise and fall of nations and empires globally and when her own organisation goes against her and puts her on ice, Mimic doesn't know what's real and what's fake, reality gives away to dreams and dreams hurt more than bullets ever could.Now the Avengers have to include her as one of her own, but can they really ever forgive the monstrosity of morality infront of them? That's for each of them to say, and when Nessa Tropeholder joins after her father blackmails S.H.I.E.L.D the stakes just raise, and Nessa has her eyes on a certain Winter soldier, and Mimic doesn't tolerate that.

Note

Hiii, this is a w.i.p so new chapters will be coming out regularly hopefully if I can stick to it lol,Please leave a Kudos if you liked it and pls comment your opinions as it helps a lot.

Prologue

April 30, 2025 at 01:16 AM

Echoes Of Mimicry

Prologue

Time: Unknown

Location: Unknown

Not again.

Oh please not again.

The stark lights blinded me as I opened my eyes, the eyelids feeling heavier than pure steel as the white surgical room comes into place. His- no-my bomber jacket rustles as i try to get up, sleek metal cuffs hum a solemn tune as the engross my wrists and neck, like a sick noose. The steady beeping of multiple machines endorse and swallow me whole the noise too frantic - too much. I dont know whats happening, not fully at least, im sitting up on a medical bed and the next thing i know im half dragged into a glass cage, ivs and tubes getting plugged into my bare arms which shiver from the surgical coldness of the room, masked operatives leave me there guns pointed, lasers blinding, i could kill them all with a thought - but i couldnt, the sleek restraints hummed louder as i try to use any sort of my powers , the efforts were fruitless and bare, stripping me of whatever energy i had, it was like all those years ago, before the betrayal, before the war, at the very start it was like i was thrust into that life again, a display in a museum of doctors, looked and studied at, poked at, prodded at.

Oh how i hated it, how i hated them, but all i could do was stare, my muscles stiff and sore from the sleep of ice i had awakened from, another cold prod as i felt a needle enter my clammy skin, a cold liquid spread through my arm, this couldn't be happening, it couldn't, not after everything i did for them- I don't know what i did wrong to deserve a fate like this, i wasn't a defect i was perfect.

He said so all those years ago, so what changed? It wasn't long before the cold liquid spread around my body, lulling me into the darkness again, the cold metal floor bade me welcome as i lay, the cold seeping into my dead heart, freezing it more, encasing it with ice, strangling it, my eyelids dropped once again slowly and i knew it was about to happen.

As i lay on the cold metal floor i glanced up to see a digital clock? Those definitely weren't invented when they put me under, and the year- no it couldn't be, i tried gasping but my airways shut as my mind froze and went into panic, the sleep agent now fighting onto my mind lulling its frozen lullaby to the abyss of sleep, 3rd February 2015 said the digital clock, it mocked me , the numbers, mocked me as i gave up fighting for air and conscience, and the insignia on the glass, frosted gently stood an eagle, no, no it really was a nightmare, maybe i'm just dreaming maybe this is just a sick dream they gave me, i was with the enemy? But why? Has the beautiful crimson empire I helped build, fallen? Have they all betrayed me in turn for greed and power? Bastards, the whole lot of them. You don't just betray a soldier like me, oh no. That has consequences - i finally succumbed to the abyss, it welcomed my like an old friend but in the back of my mind i vowed, oh yes i vowed to kill every last one of those pompous rich bastards, because they promised to keep me and you don't back out on a promise with a mimic.