A/N: Why isn't Marvel fanfiction more of a thing?
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
My missions always took me to different places. I had been to the pyramids of Egypt, the streets of London, and now I was in a thick jungle in the Wakanda nation. I had only ever been to a jungle once before, and I had decided I wasn't a fan. It was always deliriously hot, or so cold you couldn't feel your toes. Despite the bugs that nearly ate you alive, there were the predators that stalked you in the night.
Survival had been another part of our training. They left the few that was left from the class in a remote mountain village and told us they would return indefinitely. One of my fellow trainees had froze to death during that course. We woke up one morning to find him blue and stiff. There was no grieving to be done, we had to keep moving. So we left him in that cave, where his remains probably still were.
I shook the thought from my head and took a deep breath. I had been moving in the trees, the jungle was scattered with the King's men patrolling the surroundings. The compound was heavily guarded, stealth was key if I wanted to make it out of this alive. I had a uniform that covered my face, I planned to change as soon as I could step foot in the compound.
Quietly I moved through the branches, watching every step so to not alert anyone that might be below me. I was calm, but my heart still beat hard in my chest. Adrenaline was running high but I thought of Daniel, and wherever he might be, his safety depended on my success. I couldn't afford a single mistake.
It was easy enough to scale the far wall of the compound, the very far corner was the only part not riddled with security cameras. I had to wait for the guard change but once they were gone I made my move. I slipped into the shadows and changed into the uniform. I pulled on gloves and a tactical mask to hide my pale skin and shoved my hair into a ball cap. With my weapon held firmly in hand and my pack on my back I made my way to where the Man had told me they kept this Winter Soldier.
We had all heard of him. He was part of an elite group of Hydra, much like me he had been molded into a weapon of war and violence. He was different though, he had been changed, genetically. He was stronger than a normal human, and Hydra had put a lot of money into his training. The Avengers had freed him but he was still hunted, once he showed himself again it tore the inner seams of The Avengers apart. Now he was here, in Wakanda under the surveillance of none other than the king himself. Hydra had eyes everywhere, and once they got a tip that he was being held here in a frozen state they had sent me to retrieve their weapon.
I knew how important this mission was, I knew what they were trusting me with, and I also knew what was at stake if I failed. So I steadied myself and walked calmly to the chamber where he was kept. I made sure to look like I belonged and when I spoke the native language to the guards at the doors it was easy to break their necks when they turned around to open the doors.
Contact had been engaged now, it was only a matter of time before someone realized something was amiss, so now timing was of the essence. I stopped when I got the first glance of him in the freeze chamber. He was handsome, that much was obvious. I hacked the keypad and the chamber came to life and began the process of reanimation. I tapped my fingers on the glass, a nervous habit.
He gasped loudly and the chamber opened. He had a metal arm I noted, he had a lot of height on me, and he was strong. They knew I wouldn't have been able to restrain him, and we couldn't draw attention. He stared at me in confusion.
"What is going on? Where's Steve?" His voice was hoarse.
I ignored him and reached into my pack to pull out the serum. Before he had a chance to react I had stabbed him in the leg with it. I couldn't activate him or he would be uncontrollable, the serum made him compliant enough to listen to me. I reached in my pack and pulled out the second uniform.
"Put that on, and don't say a word." He nodded once and did as he was asked. I turned around as he pulled the uniform on.
"Follow me." I said and began a light jog, he followed me closely.
We got out of the holding area and made our way back to the wall I had entered on. Just as we got there the alarm sounded, people began to panic. We were already thick in the forest and on our way to a train by the time they realized what had exactly happened.
BPOV
Jostling woke me up. I froze once I opened my eyes. Where was I? I looked around and realized it was a train car. A headache from hell made me wince at the light, then I remembered the stranger that woke me up. Then… Nothing. Had they activated me? No… I didn't feel like my insides might pour from my body. Just a slight headache. I looked around and that's when I noticed her lying on the seat opposite mine. Her back was to me but a mess of long dark brown hair fell onto the seat. I got up slowly and reached for the door. I hissed at the pain that came to my hand. There was some sort of shield over it.
I needed to get out of here. The girl was small, probably didn't weigh more than a hundred and forty pounds. She would be easy to dispose of.
She began to stir and she suddenly gasped before sitting up. She turned and looked at me but I had her by the throat and held against the wall before she could reach for any weapon. She coughed and fought against my hold but I only squeezed her thin neck tighter.
"Who are you, and why have you taken me?" I asked slowly and released my hold enough for her to talk.
She gasped for air and then spit at me. I glared at her and pulled her back before slamming her into the wall. She cried out in pain and I let her drop the the floor. She cradled her neck and sucked in air greedily. I wiped her saliva from my face before clenching my fists and standing over her.
"I'll ask again, who are you?" I was shaking in anger.
"Fuck you." She spat before leaping up and punching me hard in the jaw. It was so unexpected that it sent me stumbling back and I spat blood.
She settled herself against the wall with a grim face, still breathing heavily. Dark bruises were appearing on her pale skin and I almost felt regret. She was young, probably not much older than twenty.
"You might as well just kill me, I'm not telling you anything." She leaned her head back against the wall.
"Whoever sent you, they're not worth your life, trust me. Tell me who it is and I'll let you go. Is it Stark?" I was trying to throw her a bone. I had no desire to kill her, I had killed enough, and I didn't want to be that man anymore.
She scoffed at my question but didn't answer me. She just settled me with a glare. Her eyes were a piercing blue, but they held no emotions, just blank. I clenched my jaw and paced back and forth. I grabbed her bag and started going through it. She didn't protest just watched me with her glaring blue eyes.
There were several vials of some sort of serum. I walked over and opened the window of the train and tossed them out, she made a sound of protest and then corrected herself.
"Hmm, important? Why?" She opened her mouth and then closed it again.
I continued to go through her bag, there were a couple of pistols, which I took out and attached to my person. Several changes of clothes and water bottles. No wallet, I ran my hands along the seam of the bag and smirked at her when I felt the hidden zipper, I reached in and pulled out a wallet and passport. She leapt towards me when I opened it but I was a step ahead of her, I held one of the pistols to her forehead and gave her a warning glare, she backed off.
"Jane Foster, that's obviously a fake name. What else do we have here…" I flipped through the wallet and found a picture of her when she was younger, she had her arms wrapped around a blonde man wearing an army uniform.
She hissed loudly when I pulled the picture from the wallet. She reached for me again despite the pistol that I still held firmly in my hand.
"Don't touch that." She croaked and for the first time in our little meeting I saw an emotion on her face, one I knew all too well.
Desperation.
I was past pleasantries. I had finally found something to get a reaction from her. I took the photo completely out of the wallet and then opened the train window again.
"Tell me who you are with or I chuck it." I said calmly, maybe it was cruel, but life was cruel.
Tears welled in her eyes and I could see that she wanted to tell me.
"I can't." She croaked.
"Why?"
"They'll hurt him."
Her words were like a splash of cold water and it was suddenly very clear to me who I was dealing with. Using loved ones to encourage motivation was a particularly cruel tactic they used.
I sighed and handed her the picture. Relief flooded her features.
"You just told me everything I need to know." I said in an even voice.
Her eyes shot to mine and the wall was back up with a vengeance. She was guarded and suspicious, a hundred questions filled her eyes.
"How the hell did you get mixed up with Hydra?"
A/N: Until next time.
