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Snake Eyes and Black Widow

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This is a story of Snake Eyes (GI-Joe) being a operative in the fantastic world of the MCU. Of course, as this is introducing a character from an entirely different universe this story will be an AU. Without further ado, please take a dive through the eyes of Snake. Disclaimer all rights and permissions stay with the original writers and creators. This fan-fic is just to take a spin on what it would be like to have one of my favorite characters in the MCU.

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Chapter 1Chapter 1: Shadows in Monaco

The air in Monaco buzzed with anticipation. The opulence of the city was on full display, with towering hotels and sun-drenched streets thronged by the wealthy elite. It was a perfect backdrop for the Formula 1 Grand Prix, an event known as much for its speed as for its glamour. However, underneath the spectacle, something darker brewed, hidden from the smiling crowds and the glint of camera flashes.

High above the streets, a figure dressed in black watched silently from a rooftop. His form was shrouded in shadows, blending seamlessly with the architecture. He moved with calculated precision, surveying the scene below with an intensity that bordered on the unnatural. His mask concealed his identity, a featureless visage that gave no clue as to the man underneath. This was Snake Eyes—an elite operative, an enigma, and a man who had sworn to live without a voice.

Snake Eyes had been in Monaco for days now, tracking a lead that had taken him from the dimly lit alleys of Moscow to the extravagant playground of the rich and powerful. The mission was simple on the surface: protect Tony Stark. The billionaire playboy had enemies in high places, and while Stark Industries' technological marvels fascinated the world, they also painted a target on Tony's back. But Snake Eyes knew there was more to this assignment than Stark's enemies in the corporate world. Hidden behind layers of deception, Snake Eyes had uncovered whispers of a deeper threat—one tied to his past and Natasha Romanoff's.

Monaco's streets, alive with activity, were a stark contrast to the quiet tension building in the underworld. Snake Eyes' attention zeroed in on a black SUV pulling up near the entrance of the luxurious Hôtel de Paris. A group of men in dark suits stepped out, their movements brisk and deliberate. Mercenaries. Snake Eyes recognized their type instantly—hired muscle, but with the demeanor of professionals who knew their way around weapons. They weren't here for the race.

Snake Eyes remained motionless, perched like a gargoyle on the rooftop. His years of training had taught him patience. The key to a successful operation often lay in the timing, in knowing when to strike. His eyes scanned the scene below, tracking every movement, every detail. The men entered the hotel, and Snake Eyes was already calculating his next move. He had identified the leader—a stocky man with a scar running down the side of his face, a former KGB operative turned freelance. His presence here wasn't a coincidence.

A soft beep in Snake Eyes' ear broke the silence. He tapped a small device, bringing up a secure communication line. The voice on the other end was robotic, masked to avoid detection, but Snake Eyes recognized it immediately. It was his handler, an old contact from S.H.I.E.L.D. who had worked with him on numerous black ops missions.

"They've made contact with the target," the voice said. "But there's a secondary group moving in. Your objective is clear—neutralize the threat before they reach Stark."

Snake Eyes didn't need to be told twice. He rose from his crouched position, the muscles in his legs tensing as he leaped silently from one rooftop to the next. His movements were fluid, almost supernatural in their speed and grace. He was a shadow, unseen and unheard, as he made his way toward the hotel.

As Snake Eyes moved, his thoughts drifted back to Natasha Romanoff. He hadn't seen her in years, not since the Red Room. The memories were as sharp as ever, though—how they had trained together, fought together, and shared moments of quiet understanding in a world that demanded violence. She had been the only one who truly understood him, even in his silence. Their connection had been more than words; it had been a bond forged in blood and survival. But when Natasha left the Red Room, she took a piece of him with her.

Now, their paths were destined to cross again.

Snake Eyes reached the hotel's service entrance, slipping inside without a sound. He moved through the corridors like a phantom, his presence undetectable even to the most advanced security systems. His goal was to intercept the mercenaries before they could execute their plan. From what he had gathered, they were after Stark's arc reactor technology, an asset that was priceless to the right buyer—and deadly in the wrong hands.

The corridors were dimly lit, the opulence of the hotel fading in the utilitarian backrooms. Snake Eyes moved swiftly, his steps soundless on the marble floor. His senses were heightened, every nerve attuned to his surroundings. He reached the stairwell and descended rapidly, his hand hovering over the handle of his katana. Though he carried a variety of weapons—guns, throwing stars, explosives—the katana was his weapon of choice. It was a reminder of his discipline, his training, and the code he lived by.

Snake Eyes paused at the door to the basement level. His keen hearing picked up muffled voices from the other side. He slipped a small fiber-optic camera under the door, feeding a live image to his visor. Four mercenaries were gathered around a table, discussing their next move. They were armed and ready for a fight. One of them—the leader with the scar—was speaking into a communicator.

"We've got the layout," he said, his voice gruff. "Stark's suite is on the 14th floor. We'll move in once the race starts. Keep it clean, no mess."

Snake Eyes knew he had to act now. He withdrew the camera and carefully opened the door, slipping into the shadows. The mercenaries were too engrossed in their plan to notice the silent figure approaching. Snake Eyes assessed the room—no windows, one exit. He would have to take them all out quickly.

With a swift motion, Snake Eyes drew his katana. The blade gleamed in the low light as he moved with blinding speed. Before the first mercenary could react, Snake Eyes was upon him, the katana slicing through the air with precision. The man fell without a sound, his body crumpling to the floor.

The others turned, their hands reaching for their weapons, but Snake Eyes was already in motion. He disarmed the second man with a sharp twist of his wrist, sending the gun skittering across the floor. A roundhouse kick followed, knocking the mercenary into the wall with a sickening thud. The third man barely had time to raise his weapon before Snake Eyes' katana found its mark, the blade cutting cleanly through his defenses.

The leader, scarred and hardened by years of combat, was the last to react. He lunged at Snake Eyes with a combat knife, but his movements were sluggish compared to the ninja's lightning-fast reflexes. Snake Eyes dodged the attack, sidestepping and countering with a quick strike to the man's wrist. The knife clattered to the ground, and Snake Eyes finished him with a swift blow to the temple, rendering him unconscious.

The room fell silent.

Snake Eyes stood in the aftermath, his katana gleaming with the faintest trace of blood. His breathing was steady, his mind already shifting to the next task. He wiped the blade clean and sheathed it with practiced ease. The mercenaries were neutralized, but the mission was far from over.

As Snake Eyes exited the room, he knew that this was only the beginning. Stark was still in danger, and there were more enemies lurking in the shadows. But for now, his part in the story was hidden, his actions unseen by those he protected. And somewhere out there, Natasha Romanoff was watching as well, playing her own part in a world of secrets.

Snake Eyes had always worked alone, but in Monaco, the shadows were starting to converge.

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