two | yelena's pov
Yelena had spent the next few days in a hotel room at the outskirts of the city monitoring his movements. She was keeping Aden updated frequently. From what she could tell, the hero hadn’t been alerted as of yet, which was a good sign. However, it was getting extremely boring. He was obviously a just regular guy with a secret- so far today he had gone to the grocery store twice, once at four in the morning and again at eleven, shown up to what she assumed was his workplace, a small cafe in the city central, and he had been sitting in the bank for the past hour. It seemed like a normal routine for a thirty year old man.
She stared blankly at the computer in front of her, beginning to doze off when her phone lit up beside her. She groaned in annoyance, expecting Val but was pleasantly surprised to see ‘Aden’ lit up on her screen.
Aden was one of the original assassins and Yelena’s favourite by far. When the agency had started out, it had been Yelena, Aden, Isabella, Olyvia, Bridget, Lorelai, Ramona and Val. Aden was definitely the brightest out of them all, always rambling about some new gadget they had made or upgraded. Most of the others had died in the field, went missing or retired. The only ones left were Yelena, Val, Aden and Olyvia, however, the latter is currently no-contact on a mission in Romania.
Yelena slid her hand over the screen, answering the call. Keeping an eye on the laptop seated in front of her, the blinking red dot still at the bank, she lifted the phone to her ear. Aden’s cheery voice answered the phone and began rambling about some new tech they had managed to retrieve as a gift from one of their connections in Wakanda. She sat there, listening, knowing that interrupting will do no good and it was best to let them get to their point by themselves.
“...and then she said- oh! Right, the reason I was calling! So, I managed to get a hold of the tracker and use it to take temporary control of the suit. I scanned his biometrics and records, and here's what I found: his name is Peter Parker, his suit was made by Tony Stark and the interesting part, his powers come from him! Other than the webs, which I managed to find a method for in his suit’s files, and it’s actually fairly simple! I might have to try it out later,”
“So, the suit does nothing but enhance his powers, right?”
“Yep! So beware, try not to wake him up. I don’t want you to get hurt, especially since there’s nobody around to help you…”
“I’ll be fine, Aden. You said his name was Peter Parker, didn’t you? So did you get any government files on him? Age, parents, address?”
“Well, here’s the weird thing. There is none- I’ve checked everywhere. As for his address, judging by his location average, it’s the apartment complex on Anmoore Road, 8th Floor,”
“Hold on, what do you mean no government files? No birth certificate or anything?”
“No! There’s nothing at all. I checked his suit’s files, too, there’s a bunch of videos about him in his suit, but the second he takes it off, it cuts off. If there’s other people in frame, he turns… invisible. And through his biometrics and suit abilities, we know he can’t do that. It’s like one day he existed and the next he was magically erased from everyone and everything,”
“Interesting… I have to go, sorry, busy night and all,”
“Oh, yeah! Tonight’s the night isn’t it? Well, break a leg- wait, no, don’t actually! I want you home in one piece, thank you very much. Besides, you still owe me a Disney marathon night, so don’t go dying on me. You know what I mean. Good luck, Lena! Oh, Val’s calling me, do you think she found the glitter bomb? I swear that wasn’t me! Oh, that was a lie, of course it was. Anyways, bye! Love you!”
There was a click from the other end before Yelena could even lower the phone. Somehow, even with her on the field all the time and always being the first to say goodbye, Aden always beat her to the hang up. It should annoy her, but she couldn’t bring herself to be annoyed at the cheerful other.
Sighing, she dropped the phone on the bed and looked at the red dot- it was back in action, moving along Main Street. She cracked her knuckles, a nervous habit she had picked up from her sister as kids. She felt energy bubble in her stomach, and as much as she wanted to change into her outfit and pursue her mission, she knew that was impractical.
She stood up, stretching her arms over her head and arching her back, chasing the crack that followed. She leaned forward, touching her hands to the floor. She continued with her simple warm ups and stretches, loosening up her body.
She then moved on to roundhouse kicks. She kicked up, swinging her opposite leg around and spinning mid air, landing gracefully on both feet. She continued this exercise with a turning kick, a front hook and ended with an axe kick.
Next, she made her way to punching. She began with a lead uppercut, moving her hand up to what would be the pressure point. She moved to a cross, then a jab, then ended it with a rear hook.
She continued these, practicing in the air and keeping an eye on the laptop and the blinking red dot. Eventually, the dot stopped moving towards 2am. According to the vitals displayed next to the map on screen, his heart rate had dropped to 46 beats per minute, which was (with extensive stalking on her part) his average heart rate while sleeping.
She wiped the sweat off of her forehead. It was time.