Marvel: The Huntsman Caught In a Spider's Web

(Present day, Belgrade, Yugoslavia)

Elijah takes a deep breath and steadies his hand. He has one shot, and he doesn't plan to miss it.

Nested in a small clock tower above the city square, he peers through the scope at his target. Matthew Bogdan, FBI agent turned traitor. He plans to spill state secrets to Russia in return for their protection and unimaginable wealth. Elijah's there to throw a small wrench in his plans. Well technically, he and his suppressed R-700 are there to throw a wrench in his plans. He watches him sit at an open air cafe across the road from the nest, blissfully unaware of the fate that awaits him. Elijah slows his heart rate and holds his breath, turning off the safety on his rifle and gliding his finger off the safety and onto the trigger. He begins to squeeze the tri-

*radio static*

Director: "Huntsman, is it done?"

"Goddamn it! No it isn't, I was getting to it"

Director: "The hell's taking you so long?"

"I'm monologuing, so if you could, please get off the fucking radio"

Director: "Monologuing? To fucking who? Just shoot already!"

"ALRIGHT FINE!"

*BANG*

"One eye'd bastard has to take the fun out of everything. Just cause he can't watch a tv show without angling his head, he has to suck the fun out of everything for everyone else too."

"Target is down."

Director: "Fucking finally. Now get your ass to the exfil and back to the states. You've got work to do."

"Of course I do."

I quickly packed everything I brought, from my spotter scope to some energy bars I ate while waiting for that cunt to show up at the cafe. I could hear the terrified screams of civilians below, which made sense considering I had just blown someone's head open in the middle of the City Square. It wouldn't be long until the cops showed up, so i had to get out quick. I ran down the fire escape with my duffle bag containing my gear slung over my shoulder. I had a black half mask on my face and my hoodie up to prevent any CCTV catching a glimpse of my face. 

I exited from the back of the building the clock tower was on top of, making sure to avoid any and all civilians. After all, a guy with a duffel bag and a facemask is suspicious no matter how you look at it. I went down back alleys, zigzagging through the city using the least populated roads possible. I made it to the dock, where my supposed Exfil would be.

"Director, I'm at the site. What should I be looking for?"

Director: *chuckles* "you'll know it when you see it, kid."

"The hell is that supposed to mean"

As those words leave my mouth, i turn to the left and see a dinghy with a paddle and a note on it that read "With love, the Director".

"You've got to be fucking with me"

Director: "The main boat is a good 4 hours out, couldn't afford to be seen by local authorities. We're not exactly permitted to be operating in this country. Have fun."

*radio static cuts out*

"...I am going to kill him"

(The next day, Helicarrier, somewhere in the sky, maybe Utah)

A quinjet touches down on the runway and comes to a standstill. The bay opens to reveal a less than happy Agent.

"4 hours he says. It's 4 hours out. Dinghy didn't even have a motor. Had a single fucking paddle. Look at all this shit! You think they couldn't afford a motorboat? I bet he was laughing his ass off watching me paddle for 6 hours. Probably recorded it too, that geriatric cyclops."

The agent that was tasked with his Exfil silently thanked god that the flight was over. The past 12 hours had been the most challenging of his life, and he had been a field agent for 17 years.

Elijah walked into the main deck of the Helicarrier, dapping up some agents as he walked by.

"Hey, Hill. Where's the big guy? He still wearing the same trench coat?"

Hill: "He's in the control room, and no, he has multiple"

"...he does?"

Hill rolled her eyes and walked away, leaving a dumbfounded Elijah with his jaw wide open.

Fury chose that exact moment to walk in, seeing Elijah standing there shocked.

Director: "The hell happened to you? Hill reject you again?"

Elijah turned around and looked him in the eyes....eye?

"What? No! That never happened!"

Director: *smirking* "That's not what she says"

"Whatever! When's the next mission?"

Director: "You leave for it tomorrow morning"

He hands Elijah a file.

"I literally just got back from a mission half an hour ago"

Director: "Tough luck, kid. But don't worry, this mission will be a lot slower paced than your last one" *whispering* "Mostly"

"What was that?"

Director: "Nothing. Get some rest, you leave tomorrow morning"

"Leave for where?"

Director: "A high school in New York"

"...Ex-fucking-scuse me?"

End of Chapter 1~