SURPRISE.
“Okay, get some rest everyone. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”
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Do you know that feeling when you’re nervous, but you feel empty at the same time? That was exactly how Ophelia was feeling. She was tossing and turning on her bed, feeling anxious. They were going to take down the organization that tortured her for Thor’s sake. Ophelia never felt nervous for anything, even for missions, but this mission, this mission was different. After a few minutes of laying still in bed, in New Orleans, she was enveloped by the wave of darkness and finally fell asleep.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Ophelia’s alarm had woken her up, earning a groan from the girl. She got up from her temporary bed and stretched. She sat on her bed for a few minutes since she had set her alarm two hours early. So, she got up and walked to the bathroom and got ready for the dreaded day. After cleaning herself up, she put on her suit and heard two knocks.
“Hey, O. We’re leaving in 20, but we’re doing the last briefing soon.”
“Hey, Tony. I’ll be out soon. Thanks”, She gave a small smile to the billionaire, sighing. She wanted to think that she was ready for this mission, but she was shaking. She wasn’t ready to face her fears. She wasn’t ready at all.
So, she went out from her room, feeling anxious, but she dismissed the feeling and put her game face on. After the briefing, they got out of their hotel and quickly got in the two black SUVs. Tony, Nat, and Ophelia were in a car while Steve, Bruce, Thor and Clint were in another. Suddenly, she felt a vibration in her pocket. She had received text messages from the Mikaelsons.
‘Good luck, love. I know you’ll do great. Be safe.’ From Klaus,
‘All the best, Ophelia! Kick their asses for me. :)’ From Rebekah,
And ‘Good luck, Ophelia. Take ‘em down!’ from Elijah.
She smiled at the encouraging text messages she had gotten from the three of them. Natasha had noticed and she just stared at Ophelia. “Who made Ophelia so smiley today?” Natasha smirked, wiggling her eyebrows at the girl.
“Shut up, Nat. It’s just the Mikaelsons.” She chuckled, nudging her best friend with her elbow. After a few minutes in the car, they have finally reached the HYDRA base. All of Ophelia memories came flooding her mind, causing her to stop walking. She clutched her head, groaning at the pain it caused. It’s hard being a telepath sometimes. She continued walking, bearing the pain.
“Are you okay, O?” Steve asked her, putting his shoulder over her as an act of help. Ophelia nodded and told him she was fine.
“Okay, let’s do this and get it over with.” She sighed, looking at the building. She cracked her neck and her knuckles, manifesting a psionic blade with her right hand. She walked over to her position, which was at the front door. The others were positioned at their respectful places. Steve and Nat were on the roof, Thor and Tony were flying around, Clint and Bruce were at the sides of the building.
She walked over to the front door and sliced the pieces of metal with her blade, causing them to melt quickly. Then, her eyes widened at the empty building. She wasn’t expecting it to be empty, she thought it was going to be full of HYDRA soldiers. So, she carefully walked inside the building.
“I’m in.” She talked to her comms to let the rest know she was safe. After a while, everyone was inside, looking around cautiously. They were also confused; they expected the base to be filled with HYDRA bases. The Avengers’ presence wasn’t exactly discreet when they arrived in New Orleans.
So, they carefully looked around the building. They had split up into three groups of two, leaving Ophelia alone since she wanted to be alone. They would report in when they found an empty room. Ophelia was in one of the hallways and she immediately recognised the rooms. She saw a ray of light in one of the rooms, so she decided to check it out. When she reached the doorway of the room, she gasped and took a step back.
It was the room where she was brainwashed. It was the room where she was tortured. It was the room she feared the most. She stepped in the room bravely, until she heard someone breathing quietly. She saw a figure of a woman, a petite woman. She quickly turned around and pointed her blade to the woman.
“You must be Ophelia.” She stepped out of the shadows, smirking at her. The woman had fiery red hair and a British accent.