#hydra agents

Hydra's S.T.R.I.K.E Team

+bonus: an asset

+second bonus: one (1) smug leader

X-Force Vol. 2 Annual #1 (December 3, 2009)

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Jarvis & tony stark, Friday & reader, Reader vs hdyra Summary: Reader Car chase from hydra agents Warning: bullets, civillians gotten hurt, guns Co author with: callikc Tag:  @venomsvl  @geeksareunique

The smoke had gone.

Your muscles hurt.

Everything was a blur.

The Gowanus Expy was flashing by in frames and you couldn't catch a single one with the speed you were going down the expressway. You only focused on holding the wheel and pushing down on the accelerator.

You didn't need to glance behind to become aware of the HYDRA agents in pursuit. There were several motorcycles coming up fast, far more agile than your car. It didn't matter what tricks it had, they would soon catch up. Your plan was to head for the underground tunnel that led to Battery.

The hail of fire still going on behind you was mere background noise now. It had simply gone on so long you no longer flinched when a shot whizzed past. But it was just as dangerous.

As the HYDRA bikes and the jet above tried firing at you, you swerved the car into the next lane. You avoided the bullets, but the car in the place you used to be wasn't so lucky. The rear window was smashed by the force and the people inside the car screamed as the driver was hit. It veered right into the side rails, almost flipping on impact.

A pang of guilt suddenly struck your heart, fearful at just how many innocents had already been hurt because of the chase. The only good side was that a police station lay to the side of the road below so help wouldn't be far for the injured passengers. Still, your chest tightened at the thought that this was all because of you and your situation. It wasn't in your control, but you hoped they would get the right help and compensation from SHIELD or even yourself for it all.

"Approaching the Hugh L. Carey Tunnel, Miss." FRIDAY informed, shaking you back into reality. "Traffic estimates are at fifteen minutes."

"Dammit!" You cursed.

While the HYDRA bikes might not have trouble dodging the other vehicles, your convertible was a little more sticky to fix.

Sticky...

Your eyes lit up.

"FRIDAY, switch to sticky speed."

"Yes, Miss." She replied.

It was a little hack you had yet to test out with somebody inside the car, but the main principle was that with enough speed and elevation, the car's wheels would stick to anything whether it be cement or bricks. The tests had been successful so far, so now it was just a matter of your own driving capability.

As you approached the tunnel, you could see the budding traffic jam. Since the walls were already rising, you quickly sped through a gap in the lines, driving right up the wall.

Due to the unexpected turn in events, one of the HYDRA agents following smashed right into the car in front. The rest of his friends were stunned, momentarily losing concentration and almost killing themselves in the process. Unfortunately, though, they quickly recovered.

"How the hell did she do that?!" One of them screamed into his comms.

But no one was capable of forming an answer because, once inside the tunnel, you actually switched to the ceiling, your hair almost covering your eyes as it fell down.

It became increasingly harder for the agents to get a clear shot at you because they now had to focus on driving as well as trying to follow you above. That was the good news.

The civilians inside the other vehicles seemed amazed by the scene unfolding in front of them, most of them even getting out video phones to showcase their reactions.

You couldn't resist a laugh and stuck up your middle finger to the agents below.

However, the briefcase containing the scepter almost slipped through the belt that held it to the passenger seat. You quickly reached out and let out a pained gasp as your shoulder stung from the action.

"Should've stuck to tape." You grimaced, pushing the case back into place.

-

Way above the tunnel and in the stormy skies of New York City was Tony, he and JARVIS scanning every inch of road they could to try and find you.

He knew you were heading to the tower - it was the most logical place after all - but he wanted to catch you before that, to help you in any way he could.

"Got anything, J?" He asked.

"Several posts on social platforms show Miss Stark inside the Hugh L. Carey Tunnel." The AI replied.

"Show me!"

Within seconds, a video was playing in his peripheral vision of you flipping off helmeted agents on bikes and laughing. The spark in your eyes and the way your smile was so mischievous yet amused made him feel proud. He couldn't wait to finally get to know you for real.

"That's my girl." He smiled.

- Back below, in the chaos of the city, the team leader of HYDRA's chase squad was waiting for a report.

This leader was in a hotel room not too far from the event itself. It wasn't a shabby place at all and had the qualities of a four-star. The man was sitting at the window of his room, a steaming cup of tea in his hand as he observed the thundering sky.

He tilted his head, watching the briefest flash of white within the clouds. A smirk grew on his features.

"Sir!"

One of the agents' voices crackled to life on the radio situated on the window ledge.

"Report." The leader demanded.

"Sir, she's got a fancy car. It's sticking to the walls and we can't get a clear shot! We can continue the pursuit but we won't get the case like this."

"Come now, soldier, it's fine." He said with an eerily calm smirk. "Just do your job. Retrieve the case under any circumstance."

There was a pause before the agent spoke again. "Yes, sir!"

As silence filled the room once more, the team leader gently placed down his tea, his gaze fixated on the city below.

Truth be told, he didn't have much faith in the agents. They never seemed competent, not since the day HYDRA gave them to him. No one did, really. He pondered his decision for a while before his eyes drifted to Avengers Tower in the distance.

If he wanted this done, he would have to do it himself.

-

The tunnel was behind you now.

You were speeding your way down West Street, eyes stinging as the wind berated you. Unfortunately, the agents were still on your tail. They were getting frustrated by the looks of it.

"We can't chase her like this!" One was yelling to another.

"Then use the hook!" Another shouted.

You of course didn't hear a word of this clearly and had no idea what was going on until there was a very sudden and very heavy weight in the back of the car.

You whipped your head around in surprise, finding a very large harpoon-like device protruding from the trunk.

"An unknown object is constricting your speed, Miss." FRIDAY said.

You scoffed. "Yeah, I noticed. Any way to lose it?"

"Attempts to accelerate further would be futile. There is construction on Varick Street that might-"

"Okay, yep, that'll do."

With several motorcycles still dragging behind you, you eyed up the lanes on either side of your vehicle and quickly drifted to the right, successfully turning onto the aforementioned street. Just as FRIDAY said, you eyed up the construction works, a plan formulating in your head.

It was a stupid plan, but a plan nevertheless.

"I'm gonna regret this." You sighed, yanking the wheel towards the poles. The clangs of the metal colliding with the hood of the convertible made you flinch and wince every two seconds. It pained you to think of just how beat up this car would be at the end of all this.

On the bright side, your stupid plan worked.

The poles dropped and all the scaffolding above collapsed on top of the agent with the hook. He disappeared under the rubble and there was a cringeful scrape as the hook ripped itself free of your hood.

"Sorry, baby." You mumbled, patting the dashboard apologetically.

As the rest of the agents disappeared to take alternate directions, you took the momentary peace as a sign to speed up. You didn't bother slowing until a few minutes passed and you hit Greenwich Avenue near the memorial park.

You were ready to put your foot down until the HYDRA agents made their return from every opening, cutting you off entirely. Instead of the accelerator, you slammed the brakes.

There was a horrid screech as your wheels kicked up a cloud and you spun into a sudden stop, your breathing ragged and labored. You could just about see your final destination peaking above the other buildings but the HYDRA jet - which you thought had been lost at the tunnel - reappeared and blocked the tower from view.

(pretend their motorcycles) Just as one had before, more motorcycles shot out hooks that embedded themselves into your car. You jumped in your seat, seeing the shining claws inches from your legs.

It had begun to rain at this point, the thunder much louder.

Your mood was dropping, the anger from the constant interruptions getting the better of you.

"Fuck off!" You yelled, hitting the accelerator again.

It didn't do any good.

The hooks kept the car in place. You were helpless.

You had no choice but to stop and watch as a large turret gun dropped from the jet above, aimed directly at you.

"(Y/n) Stark, I believe?" A patched voice asked.

It came from your radio. They had found a way in apparently. It was one of the bikers.

"No, it's Santa." You shot back with a tone laced in venom. "And you ruined my tires!"

You heard a cruel laugh.

"I'm afraid your time is up." The agent continued. "For too long you've lied your way into a second life. A life you don't deserve."

Your eyes darkened. "Screw you."

"We're going to kill you, Miss Stark. And we're going to make sure your daddy is there to see it. He's going to watch as we destroy you once and for all."

He laughed again, the sound wicked and false. However, everyone got a little surprise when an arrow suddenly pierced the armor and the guy dropped to the ground.

You looked around, eyes wide, and found yourself watching in confusion as another motorcycle pulled up to the scene. Two people were on this one, both helmeted, and one holding a bow. Their bike came to a stop in front of your car, seemingly protecting you from harm.

You knew there could only be one person in NYC that carried a bow like that. It had to be Hawkeye himself.

But the second guy - the one driving - you had no idea who that was.

Tony, always the overprotective dad, had insisted he walk instead of swing in broad daylight, where he would be an obvious red and blue target.

He’d grumbled about in their group chat with May, but he really didn’t mind. He liked to stroll through the crowds, his earbuds in, blasting his favorite playlist and blocking out any other noises.

Peter yawned once again, the air conditioner making him shiver. He strolled cheerfully towards the elevator, excited for his lab time and movie night with Mr. Stark.

He began to say, “FRI, penthouse, please,” when a loud voice interrupted him.

“Hey, you! Kid! Stop right there!”

Peter froze and turned around. Two security guards marched up to him. He had never seen them before, but Mr. Stark had mentioned something the other day about “new staff” and “better security,” so he assumed they were new.

“You’re not allowed to be here,” she said, her tall figure towering above him. 

“B-but- I am, really! I’m an intern here, ask anyone!” He knew he sounded hysterically and completely unbelievable, but the sight of the two of the guards made his spidey sense bounce in his brain like an extra fast screensaver in an old tv. Probably because they had their hands on their tasers. Had the security guards always had tasers?

“Okay, kid, either you leave or we’ll make you,” said the shorter man. 

“But-” he began. 

Then a jolt of electricity ran through him. The guard shoved her taser back in its holster, and Peter fell to the ground, twitching violently. She bent and slung him over her shoulder. What he could glimpse of her face for a brief second, she was wearing a malicious grin.

His vision was blurry, his eyes burning, and he realized too late that there was no one else in the building with them. (Oh geez, where was everyone?)

These were not security guards. 

Peter struggled weakly as he was carried to the doors, earning a slap to the cheek. His kidnappers peeked out to see if the coast was clear, then ran to a van parked in front of the doorway.

The teen was thrown unceremoniously in the back, now handcuffed, blinded and gagged, attached to a metal pole. He heard the van door lock, then the pair jumped in. Peter yanked against his cuffs and squirmed around, trying to escape before the van started.

It was no use. The engine rumbled and they pulled away from Stark Tower. He tried the cuffs again, using all his strength, but all it did was send a shooting pain up his wrists.

Where did they get vibranium? As far as Peter knew, that was the only thing that could hold him if he wasn’t weak or sedated. Usually his kidnappers used flimsy metal he could break in a split second. In fact, the only time he’d been locked in vibranium handcuffs was when he’d once been captured by-

Hydra.

Oh shit.

Peter stopped trying to break the cuffs and moved  to work on the metal he was tied to, which was a bit of a struggle with the blindfold. He was about to give it a hard push, when the van stopped suddenly and he was thrown against the back seat.

Peter struggled to blink away the stars in his eyes, wishing he could pull the blindfold off to see what was happening. He could hear tires screeching and cars smashing into another, along with the familiar humming and whirring of the Iron Man suit.

Something blasted through the window and the two Hydra agents cried out. The doors opened and he heard them getting out and yelling. Peter winced when their shouts were cut silent.

There was another repulsor blast, and a few seconds later the door was yanked open with such force it broke off.

“Peter?!”

Tony. 

Peter smiled through the filthy cloth in his mouth. His blindfold and gag were pulled off gently, and he opened his eyes to find Tony’s terrified face hovering in front of him. 

“Pete- oh baby, are you okay?” he asked frantically. He cupped Peter’s face and kissed his forehead, feeling his head for bumps or blood. He felt along his ribs for breaks and then, satisfied he wasn’t hurt, pulled him into a bone crushing hug. 

“Can’ breathe,” Peter wheezed. “M’sser Stark, can’ breathe!”

Tony’s arms loosened slightly, kissing the top of his head. “Sorry, bud, sorry. I’m sorry, honey. Are you okay? What did they do to you?” He pulled back to see Peter’s face. “Shit, did they hit you?!” He gently rubbed the red mark on his cheek. “Dammit.”

“I’m okay. Really, I promise. I’m fine,” Peter assured him. “But these handcuffs- um, they’re vibranium, I think, um…”

Tony blinked in surprise. “Do they know about Spider-Man?”

Peter shook his head. “N-no, I don’t think so.”

Tony sighed in relief and kissed his forehead. “Okay. Okay, honey, let’s get you out of these.” He engaged his gauntlet and hugged Peter, pulling him away from the pole. A thin, red laser cut through his chains, controlled by Tony’s steadily careful hand. 

When he was free, the boy leaned forward and slumped against his strong chest, massaging his wrists. Tony gave a small gasp when he saw the red, bloody marks. “Oh, baby.” He rubbed the irritated skin of his wrist gently, then brought his hand up to his face and kissed the marks tenderly.

The boy leaned against him heavily, Tony’s worn, gentle hands combing through his hair. “Buddy, you can’t fall asleep just yet. We’ve gotta let Dr. Cho make sure you’re okay.”

Peter grumbled into his chest, rolling his eyes as Tony picked him up and carried him back into Stark Tower, telling FRIDAY to bring them up to the medbay where Dr. Cho would meet them. He protested vehemently to being carried into the medbay, but Tony didn’t let him down no matter how much he squirmed.

“You’ll need a straightjacket for him,” Tony advised as he lay Peter on the bed and sat next to him. 

Cho snorted quietly, hurrying forward. She wrapped a blood pressure cuff around his arm and placed her fingers on his wrist. “What happened?”

“Hydra happened,” Tony answered grimly. He shivered at the thought. His kid. His baby. Hydra. He pulled his kid close, squeezing him tight and pressing long kisses to the top of his head.

Peter blinked rapidly when Helen shined a light in his eye. Tony tenderly wiped away the tears brimming in his eyes from the bright light. 

His kid.

Hydra.

He could have been kidnapped, tortured, or worse-

No, don’t think of that. Don’t.

It wouldn’t happen, never, he wouldn’t allow it. It wasn’t possible.

Peter looked up at him, his big bambi eyes wide and innocent. “What’s wrong, Mr. Stark?”

“Nothing, bambino, it’s okay,” he murmured, caressing his cheek fondly. “I’m just glad you’re okay, sweetheart.”

“You’re right Tony, he’s doing great. A little bump on the head, and I’m going to put some ointment on his wrists just to make sure they heal up, but other than that he’s perfectly fine.”

Tony sighed in relief, and great weight lifting off his chest. In celebration he kissed Peter’s soft cheek and grinned, watching with an overprotective eye as Helen bandaged his wrists. 

“Mr. Stark. I’m okay,” the teen insisted. “You don’t have to worry.”

“I’ll always be worried about you, baby.”

“That’s a fact…. Uh, can we watch Hocus Pocus?” 

“Yeah, kiddie, of course we can.”

~~~~~

/ST*RKERS DNI/

~~~~~

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Black Widow vs. Hydra Agents commission (2020)

Bucky: kiss Tony Stark, got it.

Hydra: yes....no....wait what?

Bucky: well here goes nothing

Hydra agent #1: I don't know how the hell we are gonna explain this one to the higher ups

Hydra agent #2: No! We we are not ta-PUT HIM DOWN RIGHT NOW

Hydra agent #3: kill Tony Stark. Not kiss. Kill

Hydra agent #4: is it too late to trade him in for a different super soldier?

-meanwhile-

Tony: WHAT THE FUCK?

Steve: Tony meet Bucky. Bucky put him down ri- NO I SAI- STOP KISSING HIM

-at Hydra base-

Zemo: *watching the live feed* can I put myself in cryo? Can I wipe my memory? Is it too late to kill myself?

-at shield base-