001,   MATURE CONTENT.

If you are easily bothered by mature themes, then this isn't the account for you. That being said, if i ever post anything that you’re not okay with or that triggers you, Please let me know! The last thing I want to do is harm someone with my writing. THIS ACCOUNT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS. I will not write with anyone under the age of eighteen. There are no exceptions to this rule. I would prefer those I write with are twenty one but 18+ is also acceptable.

  002,   INTERACTIONS.

My accounts are and always will be a safe place for me. I reserve the right to block those who make me uncomfortable. Bringing drama my way, being rude, racist, homophobic, ableist or transphobic will get you blocked. I always put my real life first. However, i will always give notice if a reply will take longer than a week. I would appreciate it if my writing partners would do the same.

  003,   SHIPPING.

All ships are based purely on chemistry and will only be developed between two consenting adults. I will participate in writing lewd upon request, only given that both the writers and the characters are the appropriate age. It will not be written with anyone under the age of eighteen for obvious reasons, and so your honesty involving this is a must. There must always be chemistry otherwise I find it pointless & boring.

  004,   WRITING EXPECTATIONS.

I understand that people are prone to spelling mistakes and typos, so you don't have to worry about making a few mistakes. However, if it gets to the point where I cannot understand you, I shall address it. Returning the same amount of effort is extremely important to me. That being said, I can do anything from novella to one-liner. Just give me something to work with and all should be fine.

  005,   TRIGGER WARNINGS.

Trigger warnings for this account and character include; strong language, loss, self harm, death, murder, mental health struggles, abuse. These will be tagged when necessary. If there is something in particular you need tagged, please reach out and let me know so that I can add it accordingly.

  006,   SELECTIVENESS.

This account, like all my others, remains selective when it comes to interactions. This is not because of my ego but simply because I struggle with anxiety and don't want to overwhelm myself. That being said, I do love developing and my messages are always open to do so even if it takes me a little bit to reply. I appreciate everyone's understanding when it comes to this.

If there was one thing that Hydra wanted their enemies to know it was that they did not give up. They always tried to be one step ahead, to be the best at every single thing they did. There was no room for failure in Hydra and if failure was found, it was to be erased and replaced with a success. Which is why when the Winter Soldier project only produced one successor instead of six like they had planned, they considered it a failure. The Winter Soldier in himself was not a failure but the fact that he was the only one was. They needed another weapon, another soldier. One man in particular volunteered to be of service, bringing with him an idea to not just create a weapon but to raise the perfect one. The heads of Hydra at the time agreed that this was a good idea and so, Doctor Edwin Grant was giving permission to go through with his experiments and given every single thing he would need to make it a success. It was also made clear to him that if his experiment was also a failure, both his time with Hydra and his life would be terminated. Edwin vowed to not be a failure. He was given an underground bunker, fitted with a lab, an office, and living quarters. Not just for him but also for his future experiment. They included a gym for training, a weapons armoury to teach the weapon how to use what they needed along with a kitchen and bathrooms. It was perfect. Cut off from the world yet fitted with everything Edwin would need to raise a child without having to leave. A weapon. He was given as much of the serum they had used on The Winter Soldier subjects that he should need and with that, he began his experiments. His first attempt was on a seven year old boy. He didn’t survive the first dosage of the serum. His second was a five year old girl, she didn’t even make it to the bunker. One of the guards had no patience for children who bite. The third, a three year old boy, succumbed to the same death as his first. Edwin was starting to grow nervous, Hydra was starting to grow impatient. He had hidden his failures from them, refusing to let them know that he was following in the footsteps of The Winter Soldier experiment. So, he put the experiments on hold in order to do more research. He needed the perfect subject. Not just one who would survive but one who would thrive.On December 27th, 1976, his prayers were answered. News of a car pileup in Atlanta, Georgia reached his ears. Five cars were involved. The first one, a pickup truck filled with a husband and wife, had tried to stop when a man came running out into the road. They swerved, spinning their way into oncoming traffic. The car they hit had a family of three inside, slamming into the front and sending the car skidding backward into another. Out of nowhere, a third car slammed into the side of the family’s car, a fourth one abruptly slammed into the very back car. It flipped through the air, landing on top of the family vehicle. It was a horrible accident that left ten people dead but that wasn’t what interested Edwin. No, it wasn't the dead. It was the one that had survived. A four year old girl by the name of Athena. She was in the second car, with her parents. And she should have died. That’s what the doctors were saying when he sent undercover agents in to check. SHe had been sitting behind her father, who had been driving. He died on impact and she should have too. But she hadn’t. It made no sense, there was no medical explanation for her to have survived. Not just for her to be alive, but for her to be unharmed. She was perfect. And she was an orphan. Edwin had her death certificate falsified and had the child stolen from the hospital, transported all the way to his bunker in Russia. Edwin told her that this was to be her new home, that no one would ever be able to harm her again. She would never face another loss here. That in this bunker, she would only find joy. She would learn new things, everything she needed to know in order to thrive in the world. All she had to do was trust him. Now, Athena may have only been four but she had always been smart. Far smarter than most kids her own age. She enjoyed learning, this sounded like a treat. And the man was a Doctor, she'd been told to always trust Doctors. So, she did. Even when he strapped her down to a chair and injected a strange liquid that made her feel like she was burning, Athena trusted him. He said it would help. That the pain would be temporary.For the first time since the start of his experiments, a child survived the first dosage. He’d been worried at first, when she broke out in a fever that made it impossible for anyone to touch her. It was followed by unusual chills and violent shivers as if she’d been encased in ice, he thought he was going to lose her. But four days later, she was on her feet as if nothing had happened, asking questions, ready to learn. Edwin was overjoyed. It was a success, it would be a success. Hydra would be thanking him, offering him anything and everything he wanted. He would be their saviour. He started the next step immediately. He put her on a strict schedule, every day was the same. A break in routine, a break of the rules he set, would result in a punishment. Edwin didn’t want to harm the child, so he simply locked her in a box until she agreed to behave again. Her routine was simple, in his eyes. The mornings were spent with her learning her basic skills. Different languages, Mathematics, History, Science, Biology. She flew through all of them. The signs of her intelligence were clear. At the age of five, she was doing the school work of an eight year old. Edwin started introducing more skill lessons within the next year. Hand to hand combat, hacking, knife work, how to shoot every type of gun available. Of course, he didn’t want to give her cause to rebel so he added in some more fun activities that would also help her skills grow. Ballet, swimming and gymnastics. Her evenings, after sharing dinner with Edwin, were spent in his lab with him. Learning everything he could teach her about the human body and just how it worked. As the years passed and his experiment continued to grow and excel under his care, Edwin began feeling a sort of connection to her. As if she were his daughter. The way she looked at him with such admiration, adoration, he needed that. He craved that. He enjoyed it. Knowing that she trusted him, perhaps even loved him. It meant that when the time came, if Hydra were to try and betray him, to get rid of him despite his success, he could use his star pupil to stop it. He knew she would be skilled enough. By the age of ten, Athena had mastered her knife skills and was more than gifted with her hand to hand combat, it helped that she was small. She had been excelling with each serum injection, delivered every year on the same day. She no longer got sick, no longer suffered. When she was alone with Edwin, her attention was solely on him. He taught her so many things. It was one of those nights, in his lab, learning about the human nervous system that Athena showed signs of other abilities than the ones he had taught her.The guard who trained Athena in her combat interrupted their time together, arguing with Edwin over her training schedule. Neither of them noticed the shift in Athena, the way her eyes were overtaken by a soft pink glow. All they noticed was the lights flickering and the soft pink glow of the guard’s nerves under his skin. Then, he dropped to the floor. He began seizing immediately, for as long as the pink glow remained under his skin. Then, she released him. He lay there for a moment before pushing himself up, hands shaking even as he pressed them into the table to help himself off the floor. The smirk on Athena’s face told them everything they had to know. It had been her. The fact that Athena may possess more abilities than just the effects of the serum was both the best and the worst news that Edwin could have ever received. It meant she would be a fabulous weapon for Hydra, immaculate. A success. A Star. But after it was done, after the guard had stumbled to his feet, still shaking from his seizure, Athena gave him a grin. It seemed like any other grin she had given him over the years but it was the look in his eyes that doomed him. She wanted his approval, needed it even. She had done it for him. The guard had been yelling at him so Athena had made him stop. He couldn’t let her slip away, not with her devotion to him. Edwin had to make himself irreplaceable. Or else Hydra would simply see him as someone in their way. As more years passed and Athena continued to excel in any task they threw her way, Hydra began putting more pressure on Edwin to put her to use. They could pretend they were tests, exams but Edwin knew what a mission looked like when he saw one. Hydra wanted to vet her first, to bring in one of their best just to see what she could do. At first, she held her own. Every punch the agent landed was met with one of her own. However, eventually, Athena ended up on her back with the agent’s arm around her throat. Instead of trying to fight him off physically or tapping out, both her hands slam down on the arm around her throat, holding him in place. Just like before in the lab, her eyes began to glow. The nerves under her opponent's skin began to glow under his skin before he began to scream as if his entire body was in agony. Athena simply rolled off him, pushing herself to stand and clasping her hands behind her back the way she was taught to do after training. The agent on the floor stopped squirming in pain as the pink glow faded from both her eyes and his skin.Hydra was ecstatic. She would be their star. However, they worried about her social skills. When Athena was sixteen, they allowed her out of the bunker for the first time since she was four years old. She was to use the time to study people, their behaviour, their actions. It would make it easier for her to blend in when she was finally sent out on missions. They wanted her to appear normal, even if she was anything but. It was another thing Athena excelled at. She observed people every day for six months, learning how to appear the way Hydra wanted her to. Welcoming, kind, seductive when necessary. Underestimated, always. No one would expect that a pretty girl would be a trained assassin. Athena was already the perfect weapon, there was nothing else left to teach her. For the next year and a half, she spent her time perfecting her skills while also occasionally going out on small missions when Hydra needed. Edwin continued to perform his experiments, trying to see how far he could push her abilities while also teaching her more about medicine and surgery which was his own passion. He was still worried about letting her go. For the last fourteen years, she had been his entire life. His entire purpose. Still, he was under orders, orders he would follow to the last moment. So, after her eighteenth birthday, when December rolled around, Edwin still strapped her down to the chair and gave her the final injection of serum. This time, Athena slept for three days. When she woke up, she was confused. Everything was different. She could see better, hear better, everything was enhanced. When she grabbed onto the railing on the side of her bed to push herself up, the pole bent with her strength. Athena was scared, she'd never once been told about any kinds of side effects from her special injections. So, Athena did what she always did when she was scared or had questions. She went searching for Edwin. She checked the lab first, nothing. It was empty. That wasn’t unusual, she knew where he would be if it wasn't here. Athena made her way through the long halls of the bunker she called home until she reached the door that led to his office. After a few knocks, she found it to be empty. But it was also unlocked. Athena had never been allowed in his office before, something about each of them needing their own spaces. She had her bedroom, he had his office.Still, her curiosity and need for answers grew. Athena pushed the door open and made her way inside. The entire room was covered in various pictures and pieces of paper with a handwriting she knew well. Every picture was of her. Every surface was covered in files filled with information about his experiment. Athena took another step in, moving to read the information spread out in front of her. It was her. It was all about her. Every little thing about her time in the bunker was noted down, things she didn’t even remember, plastered all over his office. She was his experiment. Not his daughter, not his star. His experiment. Everything became clear. Athena was not normal. And Edwin was a liar. Just as the first tear slipped down her cheek, landing on a picture of herself at four years old, Edwin appeared in the doorway. He immediately began scolding her about being in his office, threatening to send her to the box for breaking such a tiny rule he had made since the beginning. Athena turned to face him slowly, a pen being twirled between her fingers. He was still babbling about following the rules when Athena lodged the pen into his neck. Right into his carotid artery. He dropped to the floor, hands scrambling up to his neck in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Athena would not allow that. She sank onto her knees beside him, pulling the pen from his throat as he stared up at her. The look in his eyes was one of begging, pleading with the girl he had learned to love as a daughter for help. As if she wasn’t the one who stabbed him. Athena stabbed the pen into the other side of his neck instead. She watched the blood pour out over her hands without blinking, lifting her gaze to his face so that she could watch the life drain from his eyes. She waited. Waited for his breath to disappear, his heart to stop before she stood. She grabbed everything she cared about from the bunker, tossing it at the stairs by the exit before grabbing Edwin’s large alcohol collection. She doused every inch of the place, including Edwin’s body before picking up her bag and making her way up the stairs. A match was tossed over her shoulder, setting the only place she could remember as home on fire. Burning both it, the man she had once thought of as a father and any evidence of his experiment other than her very own body, into flames. Yet, it wasn’t freedom waiting for her on the other side of the bunker. It was Hydra. Athena barely had any time to react before a needle was pushed into her neck and the world became fuzzy. Then darkness. She awoke strapped to a chair, a helmet on her head and a gag in her mouth. Athena barely blinked her eyes open before an electrical charge filled her. At first, it made her grow stronger but then it just turned to pain. Searing, burning, mind numbing pain that sent her back into the darkness from before. Hydra erased things from her mind, stole them away. Her birth parents, Edwin, everything she loved or enjoyed was erased. Even her name was erased. She was no longer Athena. All that was left was what they had created, Hydra’s Star. And one simple sentence; Follow the orders of your handler.For twelve years after that, Star was kept on ice. It was only on special occasions that they defrosted her and put her to use. During that time, she was introduced to The Winter Soldier. Their first and most used weapon, their golden boy. Or blood soaked, depending who was asked. Star was only ever tasked with one thing in regard to him. Retrieval. Whenever The Winter Soldier broke free from his mind warping protocol, they sent Star to bring him back. And she did, every time without fail. Star followed every order, completed every mission with flying colours just so that Hydra would never see what was actually happening. It was after her third freezing that her memories started resurfacing. Of Athena, of the bunker, of what Hydra had stolen from her. That she was a prisoner and not a welcome member. An experiment. Star worked slowly. She stole from the men she was sent to torture and kill, moving their money into hidden bank accounts for her to use when she was free. She hacked into Hydra’s systems and found out everything she needed to know. About her, about the soldier, about the higher members of Hydra. The heads. In the summer of 2002, Star was once again woken and ta