Fated Marks

May 2005- Third Person’s POV

“Mom, I’m home.” Callie called out as she left took of her backpack. She walked down the hall where she could here noise from her mom’s home office. She walked down the hall and peaked in. Her mom was on the phone while typing angrily on her laptop. Her brother was running around shredding documents and packing up the contents of the safe.

“What’s going on?” She asked.

“Thank goodness you’re home, how do you work this thing, I can’t access anything.” Allison said annoyed.

“That’s probably because you can never remember the passwords even though you were the one that picked them out.” Callie retorted walking over to the desk and typing in all the necessary sign in. “Why are you accessing the emergency funds?”

“Why do you think? it’s time to go.” Hadrian said.

“What do you mean it’s time to go? I thought you said things were going well? We’ve only been here three months, the school year’s almost over.” Callie said.

“Well shit happens, go stow your crap, we leave in an hour.” Hadrian said. “Or we can leave you behind for the cartel your choice.”

“Mom, what the hell?” Callie said.

“Language. Calliope I know you like it here but all good things must come to an end. That’s life.” Allison told her daughter.

“You and Hadrian screwed up again didn’t you?” Callie asked “Mom, what’s the point of all of this? We build it up only for it to fall apart all over again. If it’s not him it’s you.”

At that comment Allison slapped her daughter. “I don’t care what you think of what I do. Everything I do I do for this family you ungrateful brat. Remember you have as much to do with this as the rest of us so go do as you’re told.” With that Callie ran up to her room holding back tears.

“We should have just left the brat with the Triad. They made a really good deal to rent her month by month.” Hadrian said.

“You’re sister’s more useful to us here than in enemy hands.” Allison said.

“Really? She doesn’t do any book keeping anymore. She only looks over the investment accounts when the dividends come in, she won’t even help cover our tracks. This is the third time in just this year we have to move.” Hadrian said.

“What did you expect? Taunting her with those photos. She’s not you or me Hadrian. She’s kind and sensitive…” Allison started.

“And a spoiled brat, a liability, she’s the weak link mom that brat almost got you sent to jail!” Hadrian shouted.

“She also saved the both of us and got rid of that persistent Marshall. Give her time.” Allison told her son.

“Give her time and she’ll find a way to get rid of us both.” Hadrian said.

“No she won’t, we’re all she has.” Allison answered.

Present Day- Hayley’s POV

I felt the light start to peer through the windows and I groaned as it hit my face. I buried my face into Clint’s chest but then I felt it move as he chuckled.

“Morning.” He whispered.

“Mh, morning.” I said rubbing my eyes. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good.” He said kissing me. “Really good.”

“Me too.” I said. “It’s still early.”

“It is.” Clint said.

“How about we go shower and then I whip us up a nice big breakfast?” I said.

“Maybe we should go out instead?” Clint said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because if we stay in I might not leave.” He said.

“Maybe that was my plan all along.” I said.

“Mh, that sounds nice but all good things must come to an end.” Clint said and I could hear my mom’s voice echo in my head.

“We’re not ending we’re just… hitting pause.” I said.

“You’re a big fan of hitting pause.” Clint said.

“It’s not that, I just hate endings.” I said. “So how about before breakfast we take a shower… you know water conservation is big over here.”

“Is it?” He asked with a smirk.

“Uhuh.” I said moving to straddle his waist. I bent down to kiss him before rolling off of him and walking to the bathroom. “You coming?”

Clint jumped out of bed, ran over and carried me the rest of the way in.

After another round in the shower we finally put on some clothes. I slipped on some black skinny jeans and a white print tee topped off with a military style jacket. I put on some heels since I was going to go visit Rebekah after I dropped Clint off at the airport and knowing her we would end up shopping or at a high-end restaurant for lunch so I needed to be prepared.

We went to a small bistro a few blocks taking the Aston Martin again. I had to admit I was looking forward to driving it on the way back. I spent most of the meal dreading what was coming. Good thing I brought some shades with me. I knew this was already hard enough for Clint I didn’t want to make it any harder.

The drive to the airport itself was quiet. Clint held onto my hand the entire ride there. I would give him a small reassuring squeeze and a smile every time he looked over at me. He didn’t buy it for a second but he smiled back either way.

Shield had sent a quinjet to pick up some agents in the area and Clint was taking a ride back with them. It was at a private hanger so with my Shield ID badge and Clint’s they let us right through.

I parked close to the hanger. The pilot’s were doing pre flight checks and the other agents were making their way inside.

“That’s my flight.” Clint said.

“You flying or are you going to give someone else a turn?” I asked.

“Hales, if you knew half the things that could go wrong you’d understand why you don’t even have to ask that question.” He said.

“Please don’t say what can go wrong I already can’t sleep on a plane, don’t push it.” I said.

“I’m going to miss you.” Clint said putting his arms around my waist.

“I’m going to miss you too.” I said. “Don’t worry about me, I can handle things over here.”

“Are you ever going to stop worrying about me?” Clint retorted.

“No.” I said.

“Exactly. If anything happens, I mean anything I’ll steal a quinjet and be here before you know it.” Clint said.

“I know, it won’t come to that. Stay focused. I’d rather have you come back in one piece and not hear from you in months than have you get hurt. You’re already accident prone enough.” I said. Clint leaned forward and kissed me, holding me tight against him. When we finally broke apart he held on and pressed a lingering kiss on my forehead. I could feel the tension in his body and how hard he was trying to keep it together. He let go and grabbed his back.

He turned to me one last time and signed something. I love you.

I know. I answered putting on my sunglasses so he wouldn’t notice the tears in my eyes. With that I went back to the car and watched as the plane flew off before driving back.

Third Persons POV-

"Hawkeye's gone." Jesse reported.

"And Calliope?" Hadrian said over the phone.

"Speeding off in an expensive sports car." Gerald answered. 

"Tail her and when you see an opening grab her. No witnesses no collateral. Not yet at least." Hadrian ordered. 

"Sir yes sir." Jesse answered sarcastically before hanging up. "Fuck we’re in for a long one."

"How long could that kid hold out?" Rumlow asked.

"Last time she held out for three rounds of water boarding, a beat down, three broken fingers, Bruised and probably broken ribs over three days." Gerald deadpanned.

"Fuck I forgot about Flagstaff. That shit was intense." Jesse said.

"Why didn’t Hadrian just put a bullet in her head and call it a day?" Rumlow asked.

"Where's the fun in that?" Jesse retorted.

Hayley's POV-

One of the things i love about Tony's need to have high tech everything is that Jarvis is integrated into all his cars.

"Jarvis dial Rebekah please." I said.

"Yes Miss Adams shall I send the usual morning proof of life to sir?" Jarvis asked

"Actually if you can include of a picture of me driving with the wind blowing through my hair that’d be perfect." I said.

"Photo sent ma'am and dialing Miss Mikaelson now." Jarvis said.

Rebekah answered on the third ring.

"Morning sunshine." She said cheerfully.

"You're in a good mood." I said annoyed at the use of that nickname.

"I had a good week. Clint get off okay?" She asked.

"Just dropped him off. I’m on my way back just need to go drop off the car and I'll head over to your place." I said.

"Why don’t you just drive here?" Rebekah asked.

"Because Clint practically had to promise Tony his first born to let him borrow this car and I’d rather not risk anything happening to the car." I said.

"He already has like twenty Audi’s." She retorted.

"Its an Aston Martin actually so not the same. I'll see you in thirty minutes or so." I said.

"Okay see you." She said before hanging up.

Just as I did there was another call this time from Tony.

"Morning sunshine just calling to check up on my car." Tony said.

"Its fine." I said as some asshole cut me off. I slammed the breaks and honked at him. "Watch is asshole!" I yelled.

"What was that?" Tony asked sounding worried.

"Just some dumbass who doesn’t know how to drive." I said.

"Hales honey please don’t crash my car." Tony said sounding genuinely worried.

"Tony you have nothing to worry about you taught me how to drive I got this." I said. "So what’s up?"

"Oh just checking in. Couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d call." He said.

"Anything you're not telling me?" I asked.

"Nothing. Barton may have called to ask I check in on you. See how you’re doing." Tony said.

"Of course he did." I said smiling. "I’m okay. Missing everyone but I’ll be okay. I’m on my way back to drop off the car before heading to Rebekah’s place. Don’t want to risk anything happening to the car. She handles like a dream."

"That she does. Ill leave you to it and be careful." Tony said.

"Always am." I said as I pulled into the garage. I parked in the assigned spot before locking up and heading up to the lobby. I greeted Arthur before walking out.

Rebekah only lived three blocks away so I figured that instead of taking a taxi I would get some exercise and walk. I was walking down the street when suddenly someone came up from behind me and put an arm around my shoulders and pressing a gun to my side.

“Keep walking.” I heard someone say. I looked and saw that it was Gerald.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Shut up and don’t draw attention. He wants to talk to you.” Gerald said.

“He could have just called.” I said before he pulled me into an alley.

“Shut your trap before I shut it for you.” He said pointing the gun at my head before opening the door to a van. “Get in.”

I got in and saw one of the guys from the brunch meeting in New York, he was also at the Triskelion. I think his name was Rumlow.

“Hands.” He said.

“Seriously? You could probably slit my throat or shoot me in the time it would take me to reach over and take your gun.” I said.

“Hands!” He shouted.

I put my hands up and zip tied them together as Gerald sat down next to me.

“Move out.” He said.

“Finally.” Jesse said.

“Any idea how long this is going to take?” I asked. The only response I got was Jesse turning up the radio to all it could go and Gerald putting a black hood over my head. I really hate these guys.

I sat back and waited trying to stay calm and not freak out. Clint said he got a really strong wave of uneasiness and bouts of fear last time something like this happened. If he got anything like that while he was on his flight he would probably highjack the plane and head back here.

I kept track of the car’s movements and realized we were probably heading to the east end of London, the industrial area, or even the docks. If it’s anything like Flagstaff he’ll be trying to get to an isolated area, abandoned warehouse where no one will be able to hear my screams. Fuck I can’t think like that.

He needs me to find Delilah. No one outlives their usefulness. I’m still useful, I’m still safe. Well relatively safe.

I was so lost in thought I didn’t realize when the car stopped. I felt someone grab my arm and pull me out.

“Walk.” Someone said pulling on the zip tie holding my hands together. I walked forward and then I was pushed down onto a chair. The zip ties were cut off but then each of my arms was tied down to the arms of the chair I was in. Finally the hood was taken off and I was sitting in front of a table and Hadrian was sitting right across from me. We were in some sort of warehouse or it could have been a SHIELD blacksite, who knows. I looked back at him and he was sitting slightly hunched over probably from an injury, ribs if I had to guess. He also had a black eye that was starting to yellow in some spots and a cut near his hairline. Looks like someone had finally met their match.

“Anything you want to say?” Hadrian started.

“Your wife was in Spain then she left, rumors say she went to Romania but intel’s a bit spotty.” I said.

“Not that, this.” He said moving closer.

“Mission went wrong?” I said.

“You sent a hitman after me you cunt!” He growled reaching over and pulling me by my hair to slam my head into the table.

“What the hell are you talking about?!” I cried out.

“You put a hit out on me but you didn’t count on them coming after me while I was on a mission now did you!?” He shouted lifting my head up and slamming it again.

“I didn’t put a hit out on you. You have a gun to my soulmates’ head. Why would I risk it?” I said.

“STOP LYING!” He said punching my cheek so hard the chair fell.

“Hook me up to a polygraph if you don’t believe me.” I said feeling my cheek heat up.

“I have a better idea. Someone get me a bucket a hose and a towel.” He said. “NOW!”

This day just keeps getting better and better.

Third Person’s POV-

Rebekah was in her apartment sitting down reading her new copy of Vogue while she waited for Hayley to arrive. She took out her phone and saw the time.

‘It doesn’t take that long to walk from the penthouse to here’ Rebekah thought. ‘Maybe there was traffic.’

Twenty Minutes Later-

“It’s Hayley, I’m currently cleaning up after Tony or Will so I can’t come to the phone right now. Leave a message and I’ll ring you when I can.” The recording played before a tone of the message recording played.

“Hayley where the bloody hell are you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago. I’m on my way to your place. Let me up when I get there.” Rebekah said grabbing her keys and walking out of her apartment.

She drove to the penthouse and walked into the lobby.

“Morning Arthur.” Rebekah greeted as she pressed the button for the elevator.

“Miss Adams isn’t here.” Arthur said.

“What?” Rebekah said turning to look at him.

“She left about an hour ago.” Arthur said.

“Oh, uh must’ve misheard her earlier.” Rebekah said giving him a smile before heading outside. “Did she say where she was going?”

“No ma’am.” Arthur answered.

“Thank you.” Rebekah said walking out of the building as fast as she could. She took her phone out and opened the location-sharing app Hayley had insisted they download. Her last known location was halfway between the penthouse and her apartment.

Rebekah quickly dialed the one person she knew would know what to do.

“I need you in London now.” Rebekah said. “We have trouble.”

Hayley’s POV-

For months after Flagstaff I started meditating. Breathing exercises, crossing my legs and going ‘om’, and yoga. Most of the time I ended up falling asleep and then I woke up screaming remembering what had happened. Most of it was a blur but what I did remember was Hadrian being angry about how despite everything he threw at me I wouldn’t crack. He never understood why.

For me those three days were vague. I read somewhere that your brain has a habit of blocking out painful memories or blurring out significant details to protect you. I remember that when it started my lungs felt like they were on fire. At the end of the second round I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. The third round was strange. I blame that one on the lack of oxygen my brain was receiving. It was what I later found out an out of body experience. It’s like I was watching from the outside as all this was done to me. I remember I focused on a poster that was old and yellowing hung up on the wall behind him. I imagined myself on that beach getting a tan while sipping a margarita. I could even feel the heat from the sun on my skin.

This time however it wasn’t a beach. It was Thanksgiving at the Tower. Everyone was there and we were laughing while enjoying all the food. Tony made a joke about how Steve was disappointing America by eating pumpkin pie instead of apple. Natasha was recording Clint and Thor racing each other to see who could finish their pie first. It was exactly like I had remembered it. My first normal Thanksgiving. Suddenly I felt my chest tightening and I started coughing up water.

“Where did you put the hit!?” He shouted. I didn’t answer instead I coughed up water. “Answer me!”

“I-“ cough. “I didn’t do it.” I said coughing more.

“Uh!” he said getting ready to punch me but Rumlow grabbed his arm and stopped him.

“What are you doing? Don’t forget who’s in charge here.” Hadrian growled.

“Take a walk. Let me take a crack at her.” Rumlow said. “Get a fresh pair of hands on this.”

Hadrian laughed. “You want take a shot at Calliope, be my guest. Don’t go easy on her she can take it.” He said looking at me before walking away. I heard the creak of a door open and then again when it closed. Rumlow walked over to the other side of the table and dragged the chair over to my side. He then turned my chair over to I was facing him.

“You’re a lot tougher than you look I’ll give you that.” He said with a smirk. “Guess you’d have to be growing up with Hadrian.”

“Are you trying to be the good cop? Cause I’m not buying it.” I said.

“Sweetheart I’m the farthest thing from a good cop you’ll ever meet.” He said with a smirk.

“So Hayley, or should I call you Calliope?” He said and I just looked at him wondering when the torture was going to start again. “Not feeling chatty are you?” He said before taking one of my legs and putting it on his lap. He took off my shoe and started running his fingers up and down.

“You didn’t call the hit out on your brother.” He said. “No one can withstand that much torture without giving that up. Most people would have just lied and let him hear what he wanted to hear.”

“Then why are you here?” I asked.

“Because I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” Rumlow answered running his hands higher. He watched to see if I’d react but I didn’t look away and I stayed calm.

“And?” I said.

“No one can throw Hadrian off the way you do. I’m starting to see what Barton, Romanoff and Rogers see in you.” He said moving his hand up to my thigh.

“What did Hadrian tell you about me?” I asked.

“Not much. Kid sister. Pain in the ass. Trouble. The usual.” He answered surprisingly honest.

“Then you don’t know about the nine months he and our mother sold me to the Triads.” I said and he looked curious. “Yeah. You can do whatever you want to me. There’s literally nothing that they or Hadrian haven’t done to me already that you can do to me.”

“We’ll see about that.” He said taking a needle from the table and sticking it under my toe nail.”

“AHHH!!!!” I screamed.

Third Person’s POV-

Rebekah sat in her car in line at the arrivals exit at Heathrow Airport. She tapped her fingers anxiously on the steering wheel. It had been six hours since Hayley had gone missing and the pressure was mounting. She knew what Hadrian was capable and just the thought of what her sister was probably enduring at the moment gave made her shiver.

“You rang.” Kol said getting in the car and taking in her sister’s disheveled appearance.

“Hayley’s been taken.” Rebekah said.

“What? How?” Kol asked.

“She was on her way to the apartment and she never showed up. The last signal her cell phone sent out was halfway between the penthouse and the apartment seven hours ago.” Rebekah said.

“Shit.” Kol said. “We need to move.”

“We don’t have time. I found his number.” Rebekah said.

“How’d you manage that?” Kol asked.

“I managed to get into the penthouse and found the cloned phone.” Rebekah said.

“So what you just going to call the sociopath and hope he’ll let Hayley go?” Kol asked.

“Course not. We’re paying a ransom.” Rebekah said dialing the number onto her phone and hearing it ring.

“What?” A gruff voice answered.

“Put the psychopath on the phone.” Rebekah said.

“Probably not how you want to start a hostage negotiation Bekah.” Kol whispered harshly.

“Hadrian, there’s some British chick calling you.” The man said.

“British chick?” Hadrian said.

“I don’t know it’s your phone.” They said.

“Hello?” Hadrian asked.

“Where’s Hayley?” Rebekah asked.

“Rebekah Mikaelson. Should have known the brat went crawling back to Marcel.” Hadrian said.

“She didn’t. You have her. I have one and a half million dollars clean cash with me. Let’s trade.” Rebekah said.

“You’re offering me a ransom?” Hadrian said laughing. “You’re all so pathetic. She’s not even worth half of that.”

“She is to us. You want Delilah back, Hayley is the only one who can find her. She has leads and algorithms running to spot her. You kill Hayley you will never find her.” Rebekah said.

“I can find her too.” Hadrian retorted.

“Really? Is that why she’s been gone over a year and you’re still chasing your own tail?” Rebekah retorted. “One and a half million for Hayley and she stays on mission. Name the time and place. You’re not going to get a better deal than that.”

“I think the triads would pay two million to get their star accountant and hacker back permanently this time.” Hadrian goaded.

“Don’t they want you dead?” Rebekah said.

“Two million, she finds Delilah by the deadline I gave her and she has a month to find whoever put out the hit. Take it or leave it.” Hadrian said.

“Done.” Rebekah said without thinking. “Where do we meet?”

“I’ll text you the time and place. No surprises just you and Kol or Calliope reunites with our mother.” Hadrian said before hanging up.

“Well, looks like we have our work cut out for ourselves, Who doesn’t hate that arse?” Kol said. “He’s not going to let her go that easy.”

“Course not. We’re going to need help.” Rebekah said speeding away.