Chapter 1

Her fingers were flying through the keys. A smirk on her face as the so called security firewall from the bank was brought to its binary knees.

She was in a dark room, the only lights coming from the two screens in front of her. The floor dirty, as well as the walls, the windows blocked with pieces of cardboard stained and dirty with whatever trash was on the garbage pile they were originally from. In almost all sides, it was the condemned abandoned building the rest of the city thought it was. The only parts that were new or almost so, were the ones the girl sitting at the table renovated, so that she would have water and electricity.

A backpack with all of her personal objects, except for the computer she was using, was on the corner, doubling as a pillow, that along with a blanket made a bed.

On the old chair a young girl with dark brown hair, messy and cut short just below her ears, waves sticking out from every direction. A pale face with honey-colored eyes that stared at the screen, a skinny, too much given to a poor diet, figure. A dark green sweater at least two sizes too big, a baggy gray t-shirt, jeans that were held in place with a black belt, and old sneakers that someday were white. On her left hand a long sleeved black glove, covering every inch of her arm.

" I hope you don't mind if I help myself to a loan. " She said to the empty apartment, already inside the system and inside the bank account she wanted.

Said bank account was from a very dangerous arms' dealer, he had several just like it. But he would definitely miss it. All 50 millions dollars of it.

Some would be afraid to steal from someone like that, but she wasn't. She knew that it would take someone really good to find her and, by then, she would be gone from that place, the money would already would be divided between several non-profit organizations that help victims of bombings. Victims of the same weapons he sells. Mr Arms dealer aka ' The Spider ' would give a little back to his victims.

She smirked satisfied, seeing the empty bank account. Her work was done.

She got out of the bank's system and did her routine steps to cover all her tracks, then she logged off. She got up, stretching and feeling the familiar pain from moving after so long sitting hunched over a computer, especially on her left side. When she was working she managed to ignore to a certain point the pain, but after she was done, it came back at full force.

She limped to her backpack, getting two bottles of pills taking one of each, swallowing them dry. She felt exhausted, having been awake tracking the bank account and getting through the bank's firewall, so she didn't even thought about a shower or food, just laid on the blanket that was her bed and fell asleep, trying to ignore the pain that still bothered her.

CIA analyst, Jack Roberts was not surprised when he saw the huge donations to several organizations. It had not been the first time. He could guess where it had come from too. Some arms' dealer or some other criminal out there would be very unhappy.

No one had an ID on the elusive hacker yet, not even a nickname. Most just called him Robin Hood, taking from unscrupulous wealthy criminals and giving to their victims. Whoever this guy was, he was good. Very few times they managed to track his signal, when they arrived he was already gone from whatever dump he was staying. No clues behind. Once they managed to get a partial print, but it was not enough for an ID, and even if it was, there was no guarantee that he had his on the system to match.

If he actually kept part of the money, it would be a lot easier to catch him, but no, he never kept a single cent.

To be honest, Jack didn't want to catch this guy. Of course, he was sure that he was hacking into a lot of agencies around the world to be able to get info on those guys, breaking a lot of laws, but he didn't care. Working for the CIA, the analyst saw a lot of politics and how it stopped bad guys from being punished. Always making deals to escape. This hacker hit them where it truly hurt, their bank accounts.

That's why no one actually did anything about Robin Hood, as long as he was not doing any harm.

Jack only did one thing, ever since SHIELD had become history, he had been using his resources to keep a friend updated on everything the CIA knew about the guy.

So he got the info and sent to himself. When he got home, he would send it to the former SHIELD Agent Maria Hill.

Maria Hill opened her email the next day to see Jack's update on Robin Hood. She could find that information by herself, but it was so much easier to have someone send it to her and she trusted Jack to give her everything he had.

She printed the information, deleting the information from her email and computer. She and Fury had agreed a long time ago to keep this girl off the books, when they saw who really was the cyber vigilante. She got the papers and placed them on a folder hidden on a safe under her desk. Every time she looked at the picture on the file, she doubted the decision she and the director had made to not interfere. The picture of the scrawny kid, Bella Allan, wearying old baggy clothes, her face covered by a hoodie, walking on the streets pretending to be just another homeless person. She always felt bad, wanted to help. Especially because when she saw Bella's face, she felt like she was familiar, like there was something she needed to know about the kid.

But she never made contact, just watched from afar. When the girl needed to go to her doctor, she made sure no one would ever ask questions or call the authorities. She even made sure they got rid of anything with her DNA that might lead to a file with the police or others, not even SHIELD had gotten a sample of her DNA.

Now, she was getting intel that the girl was digging into dangerous files. Hydra files. The alarms that she had placed on those files had alerted her of it. The signature of the 'hacking' was Bella's. The girl was going to be messing with really big people, soon.

She had lost track of where Bella was, but maybe it was time to find her again. And see if she could nudge her away from Hydra without letting the girl know what was going on.