Prologue
To whom it may concern:
The recent killings in Seattle and New York were done by a group called S.O.T. or the Soldiers of Tomorrow. They have three headquarters, all with top security measures but I only know of the one stationed in New York, on the east end of Long Island.
It started out as an elaborate science experiment but I was never cleared to know the purpose. All I know is that they didn't stop after their failures. They take people with no jobs or family, so society is always late to realize they're gone and not that motivated to find them.
Their memories are modified so they don't remember anything...if they survive.
Steve put down the file he'd been given, having finished reading the letters inside. There were about six in total, all revealing different pieces of a puzzle about a new group they were fighting against. The person who had written them had obviously been involved at some level, but not one of the letters held any information about their motives or future plans.
"We are researching S.O.T. and making progress, but our biggest jumping off point have been these letters." Nick Fury looked his usual serious self, but something about not having a firm idea made him seem even more formidable than usual.
"Where were they sent from?" Natasha asked, her eyes scanning over her own file with speed.
"Six letters, six different places. New York, New Jersey, Washington, Indiana, Florida, and Mexico."
"So he's on the move," Natasha said with a smirk, flipping her folder shut.
"Well I'd say if he's giving up precious intel, he's probably not on the best of terms with S.O.T.," Clint offered, rolling his eyes.
"So they're looking for him?" Steve asked, directing his gaze back to Fury.
"Not exactly. They don't know about the letters...yet. Their attentions are elsewhere but we have found out about the writer and I do believe they'll want them back sooner than later."
"Do you believe this guy doesn't know why they're doing this?" Steve asked.
"You can ask her yourself."
Tony actually stirred, but the reddened tiredness remained in his eyes.
"We have her?" Bruce asked with surprise, fiddling with his glasses.
"Not yet. But two of you will go to retrieve her. I'll need you to be...persuasive."
"You think we'll need to be?" Steve asked curiously. He was still uncomfortable about missions with double agents or traitors. In his time, there was a clear cut enemy. Now, there seemed to be varying degrees of evil.
"Oh, I'm sure of it," Fury said, rising from his chair.
He was about to exit the room when Bruce stopped him.
"Alright I'll ask...why's that?"
Fury paused in the doorway, an agent already waiting on the other side to relay some information to him.
"Because we killed her father."
A silence enveloped the group, causing them all to exchange tense glances. Fury seemed to be waiting for something, hovering between their room and the hallway. Steve wanted to speak, but he didn't really know what to say. We as in them? Or we as in S.H.I.E.L.D.? Either way, it wasn't something he was entirely comfortable with.
"Well," Tony drawled, sitting up in his chair. "You've piqued my interest."
Just a short beginning. Let me know what you think! :)