Hazel V. Barnes

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Subject A4114. Created by HYDRA with Winter Soldier DNA. Sister to MANY!! Former HYDRA operative. ~FC: Anya Taylor Joy~ 🩸Muse is 18!🩸 Writer is 29+ MDNI layout by @/aspiderfetus

Hazel was back in her apartment, no clue how she got there. Her hands, arms, clothes, face, they were all covered in blood. It was sticky and mostly dry now, but it wasn't hers. She has no idea whose it is, and rushed to her kitchen sink. Scrubbing it off as quickly as she can.

Hazel has chosen to go into 'work' today, and on an eventful day. Some of the wealthy are throwing a large party on a yacht. Bombs have already been placed on the boat. Her boss wants Hazel on the ship with a remote to blow it up and take everyone with it, knowing she'd survive. "Shit..."

Hazel is looking at a furniture catalog, her apartment is still empty. She wants to furnish it but she's worried about what to get. She's has a mini fridge & some tables circled. It's the seats & bed she can't decide on. Her head is too spikey, she doesn't know what to pick.

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"Gotham doesn't have a decent park that my employer hasn't attacked." "Not to mention all the smog everywhere, there's barely any good nature places here." "I just want to nap in a tree. Is that too much to ask for?"

Hazel is trying again to get her flames to work. She managed to form a ball, but something odd happened. Her own flames burned her, which has never happened before. "Shit!" She holds her hand in pain, looking over the burned flesh. "What the hell?!"