Brock Rumlow. Otherwise known as Crossbones. A loyal Hydra agent. The one who took me. The one who was most loyal to those who betrayed the likes of Shield. And yet he walks around like he's the victim.
I surveyed my surroundings, looking for my target. My body positioned in a crouch while my eyes fixated into the scope, looking directly at the Institute.
I breathed. My breaths becoming heavier as I felt the rush of adrenaline pumping around my body. My lips bone dry as the sun scorched around me. Then I saw what happened in Washington, then Sokovia ; I knew it was time to come out the shadows. Exactly where I was taken.
Hydra had taken me 10 years from now, when I was 5. They took me. Tortured me and extracted every memory from everything I had seen. Something in my genes had altered when I went through the torturing. Then the twins came. I didn't know what happened to them. I heard screams for days. Then it all went quiet. And the day before the twins escaped, HYDRA hid me away from the Avengers.
I was 15 when I escaped. Something in my brain triggered all the memories. My creator of my gift (well that's how I see them now). And it was him.
Crossbones. The one man I had to hunt down that day in Nigeria. All that year I was ready for this. Ready to take him out and then I was ready to take my place in the world. This world of pain. But then after assassinating him in daylight there was the task of finding my parents.
Hours passed and yet I stayed in my position. I knew somewhere, they was setting up. I could hear the faint noise of their telecoms in the distance. And yet they were to blind to see, Rumlow's intentions.
His men came in trucks after the garbage truck caused a tremor on the ground. A silly little distraction that they had set up. Mercenaries flooded out onto the compound. And then he emerged behind them. In his armour with the faint white cross smeared onto his chest. I breathed heavier than before. My finger ready to press the trigger as I aligned my targets.
The gun shot ricocheted, and I blew it. They ran into the institutes after the biological weapon. I jumped from the balcony, leaving behind the rifle as I reached down to my belt and grasped onto the pistols. The first man saw me. He came running ready, screaming like a banshee. I hurdled my head towards him, causing concussion before snapping his neck. I pointed the two pistols in the other direction, shooting as much as I could. I felt the anger echo throughout my mind. Then the gifts took over.
I threw aside the two pistols and reached to my neck to lower my hood, revealing the scarlet mask. My hands forming two other weapons from the air as the ground turning pure violet. I whipped the lasso in front of me as it wrapped around the mercenary's head like a live snake. The other weapon formed as violet sword as I lunched it into his chest. As the bodies starting building up, the ground engulfed them out of sight. I knew I needed to get out of there.
I walked into the entrance as the gas emerged. My mask protecting as I did so. My weapons were still alive. I stopped in the entrance and turned to see the Avengers launching their attack,
And from that moment, I knew this was my cover.