A Soldier, A Scientist, A Secret

by G L Barnes

The Asset. Hyrda's No. 1 weapon against those they wish to rid the world of. Behind the scenes, however, he is scared, confused, and completely alone with his thoughts, his feelings, and the empty space where his memories should be. Nobody cares for him, or genuinely concerns for him. Nobody, that is, except for his recurring medic, who tends to him after every mission.

1. The Beginning

His memory was always wiped to near emptiness, a slate to be written over with new lies and information. It was as it always is.

"The Asset is back to base, send him through to medics, over."

Medics. Trained specifically to work in a dance-like co-ordination with the engineers, to work on the parts of him that were warm, and real, and had blood coursing through them and wounds blossoming over his body. The engineers would work on his cybernetic prosthetic limb, checking it for damage, whether that damage occur on the limb itself or the connections with his nervous system.

Buzzers, door buzzers, beeping as they allowed passage into the large room, filled with sepia tones, and men in white coats.

It was all he'd ever known.

When they first brought in the Asset, it's said they wiped his memory clean. Started from the beginning, turning him into a completely different person to who he had used to be. He had lost his arm due to his fall, from a train going over a deep, wintery gulf. That's when they'd given him the cybernetic arm. Then, they froze him. To keep him young, never aging. The serum also helped with that, I suppose. It was not unlike the one they'd injected into the muscle and bloodstream of Captain America.

Captain America.

Poor man put his faith into Agents of S.H.E.I.L.D, particularly Fury and Romanoff. They knew nothing of the snake beneath their feet, the lie within their own team. They could not tell between enemy and ally, because one was disguised as the other, an intricate disguise that left the line between the two blurred beyond hope of clarity.

HYRDA. The organisation in which evil was born. At least, that was what the workers of S.H.E.I.L.D believed. And with a motto like 'Hail Hydra,' I can see where that idea would be spurred on. Yet, for all it's evil, and wrongdoings, and determined nature to rid of those with a voice louder than the average Joe, ready to make a difference, Hyrda's technical and scientific advancements were matched by no other on the entire globe. Even the Asset's prosthetics were completely beyond advanced for it's time. Over the years, before being sent into cryo-sleep once more, they would make changes, improvements. But for it to have been a completely working, functioning arm connected with his nervous system, all the way back in the 1940's…It was something as unheard of as the mobile phone, even for Howard Stark, who was famous for new leaps forward in technical advancements.

This was the doing of Hyrda. They were the ones to create such an amazing feat of mankind. We were the ones to create such an amazing feat.

Yes. That's right. I am part of Hydra. But, before criticizing me and before giving your hesitations toward me for my choice, I must inform you, that it wasn't. It was not a choice, but rather, a birthright. My father was a scientist, a significant one, and also, happened to be the head scientist for Hyrda. I was born into such a 'legacy'. I was born into Hydra.

It was all I'd ever known.