#johnwalkerxoc

Hey everyone, this is the first chapter of my John Walker fanfiction over on Wattpad. For more chapters, you can check it over there and I'll post new chapters here as well. Just a disclaimer. Michaela's story is heavily inspired by the show Supernatural.

CHAPTER ONE

0.1 Your savior is here

MICHAELA  quietly stalked towards the dimmed sounds of grunts, blows, weapons firing or clashing. She finally reached the opening so she could peep around the corner. Cursing herself, the hunter watched silently as her targets tried to off one another. A blonde woman engaged in hand-to-hand with a man much bigger. His face was covered by a helmet and Michaela noticed the shield held in one of his arms, swinging towards the blonde. Flashes of a third party whirled around the room, almost like a ghost in combat with another masked figure also carrying a shield. 

"You're not even my target" she heard the blonde say. "You're mine!" replied the man Michaela knew as the shunned, former Captain America. Rolling her eyes, she finally stepped away from her hiding place, arms raised in surrender while yelling "Yeah, well, you're all my targets." 

Taking a few steps forward, a few of the lights in the vault burst, while Michaela prepared herself for the fight. Before she could say another word, the ghost-like figure appeared in front of her. The hunter side stepped the unknown person before they could touch her. With their back towards them, she effortlessly threw them to the other side of the room. For a split second, Michaela closed her eyes with a sigh, already regretting the decision she made when she decided to enter the warehouse. The masked figure previously in combat with the ghost sprinted towards her. Michaela threw a punch but the figure blocked it and they engaged in further combat. 

A hard, cold surface connected with the side of her face and the hunter grunted while she stumbled backwards. Quick as the speed of sound, she whirled her head towards the helmeted man who had just smacked her with his shield and was about to hit her again but this time with his fist. Geez, what a welcoming committee!  Before his fist could connect with her already aching face, she blocked him. With wide eyes, the man stared as his fist was held back by her own. The woman staring at him in challenge, cocking her head as if holding the super soldier's strenght back was the easiest thing in the world. The masked figure from before came up behind her but Michaela effortlessly kicked them towards the ghost further away while still holding on to the man. The man stood still with his fist still held by hers, not even fighting back as her free hand reached towards his face. The sound of a bullet being fired behind them didn't even face the hunter as she pressed two fingers against  his forehead and he fell down like a sack of patatoes. Michaela stared down at the former captain who was out cold. 

"What did you do?" asked the blonde with her gun raised. The hunter slowly tore her gaze away from the unconscious man. The ghostly figure tried to creep up on her side so Michaela raised her hand. The ghost stopped in her tracks, fully appearing in sight. Her mask disappeared, the ghost's hands going towards her neck while she started to cough. So the ghost is a she? And she's still alive. Right behind the choking ghost lady lay the lifeless body of the other shielded assailant. Michaela turned her attention away from the ghost, her hand still raised while the the woman fell to her knees. The hunter pointed her head to the blonde's gun. "That won't stop me."

Another gun shot rang through the vault. Michaela doubled down, her hands going towards her chest. A growl of pain escaping her. The ghost woman could finally breathe again and even the super soldier started to wake up again. He sat up, staring at the white-haired woman in front of him. Blood started to stain the space around her heart while she clutched the painful spot. Trough gritted teeth she spat "You sons of bitches, I'm trying to save your lives and this is the thanks I get!" 

The blond woman lowered her gun with knitted eyebrows. "You just dramatically announced that all of us were your targets and then you tried to kill us." Michaela let out another grunt, slowly straightening her back, still heaving. The blood once seeping through her patterned suit started to disappear. "How are you still standing?" The ghost lady asked in disbelief. The former Captain America circled around Michaela with squinted eyes and observed "A shot to the heart like that should have you dead on the ground in a second." 

The hunter raised her arms while rolling her eyes. "Sorry to disappoint captain Walmart." She turned her attention back to the blonde not noticing the offended look on the man's face. "I told you that wouldn't stop me. Or should I be more specific for you idiots and say that won't kill me." 

"Why?" the three targets asked in choir. 

"None of your business." 

Michaela adjusted the cream coloured trenchcoat over her tailored suit checking if there were any stains left on her clothes. Her choice of clothes standing out awkwardly against the rest in actual practical suits. Oh well, one of them had to choose fashion over comfort. Or should she call it practicalness. "If one of you could have let me finished talking, I would have told you that, yes, all of you are my targets but I was just here to try and warn you idiots."

"So, you're not here to kill us?" the man asked. Michaela scoffed. "Pff, please if I wanted to kill you, I could have done so the second I walked in." All three chuckled and the blonde replied "someone's confident". The hunter closed her eyes and wiped a hand across her face. Why on earth did she even decide to safe these people? "Can you all st-"

The hunter's words were cut short as the sound of something unlocking rang through her ears. She whirled around, her eyes darting across the dimly litted vault. In the corner of her eyes she spotted movement, her hands reaching for the gun in her coat and aiming it at the blue heap crawling out of a crate. She noticed the rest aimed their guns at the unkown person as well. A man dressed in some sort of pyjamas patted his bare feet towards the body on the floor. 

"Is she actually-" 

He stopped in the middle of his sentence when he noticed four weapons pointed at him, and the people behind them not even looking remotely friendly. He made a run for it but didn't get far as the door slammed shut, just a few inches from his face. With his hands raised in surrender and an expression like a deer in headlights, he hesitantly turned on his heels. Facing the menacing crowd of assassins he noticed Michaela slowly lowering her gun with knitted eyebrows. 

"I'm Bob."

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