Disciple A/N: Sorry for the delay in updates. My life and my marital problems wreaked havoc on my muse
SOTM - my work requires 100% devotion, I've had little to no time to even think of a plot.
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The empty room quickly began to fill with men in tactical uniforms, followed by men in suits, sixteen in total. A dark-haired man with a beard in a blue suit stood facing them while leaning on a cane at the end of the table closest to the door. He stepped aside and stood at attention, a man with a crimson face walked into the room.
The armed soldiers and men around the table raised their arms and hailed the man, "Herr Red Skull. Heil Hydra!"
Red Skull saluted back and took his place at the head of the table, opposite the bearded man leaning on a cane who addressed the meeting, "I am Dr. Faustus," he greeted with his thick Austrian accent ever apparent.
"I am here to brief you all who are involved in the project to find and retrieve, The Savior. A task that has proven difficult. Charles Xavier refuses to help us any further. Not sure why but we will handle him. We also found out that Savior has protection from a man we thought was no enemy to Hydra. SHIELD yes, but not us. That man is, Ulysses Klaue," he said and heard some gasps and groans from throughout the room.
"That brings his empire with him no?" one of the soldiers asked.
Dr. Faustus nodded and turned on his cane. "It does. However, he seems to use his personal guard most of the time. One of them is the mutant known as Disciple. He has no confirmed alias that we know of. Only that it is him. The other we don't know. Except that he is human and from Puerto Rico. The third may be an ally to us."
"And who might that be?" Red Skull asked from behind him.
Dr, Faustus turned and looked at him. "The one known as Frank Castle. Alias, The Punisher," he answered to more murmurs and some laughs.
Red Skull lightly laughed and shook his head and said in German, "Please tell us how it is a fact and not speculation."
Dr. Faustus cleared his throat in frustration and turned back to the others and ground his cane into the floor. "Recently, we had an operative who was captured by the mutant known as Cable. Frank Castle took point on the rooftop across from them with his sniper rifle and shot Cable to help our operative getaway before zee X-Men showed up."
Suddenly a man from the back of the room guffawed and walked into the room. Dr. Faustus looked up.
"Winter Soldier!"
Winter Soldier stepped forward, "The Punisher is not an ally to us. He serves only himself," he replied.
"Your operative is the Winter Soldier?" One of the Lieutenants shouted and stood up. "HE is the operative working the mission? He's missing his arm and was seen in a room with Wade Wilson. I doubt his commitment! If HE is the best you could d..." he tried to shout when a loud bang was heard, and he dropped dead with a bullet wound in through his heart.
Red Skull lowered his pistol. "You think we wouldn't have more than one operative?" he shouted to the rest of those in the room. His German accent heavier than usual. "I set up this mission, and they report to me! One of them is in deep cover and has reported that Frank Castle is currently working for Ulysses Klaue. He has been in contact with and healed by The Savior. He then shook the X-Men last they knew."
"Allow me to report something else," Winter soldier interjected. "I saw the failed ambush when your team attempted to recover me. Klaue didn't have a mass number of men, and it wasn't just the help and accurate shooting from Disciple and the Puerto Rican. Klaue's prosthetic arm is a weapon. Similar to mine. It looks newer than it did the last time we saw him after he executed that raid. I recognized the work done on it. Get in touch with whoever you say you have in deep cover for confirmation and prepare to storm wherever it is they are staying."
"Whose work did you recognize?" Red Skull asked.
Disciple stepped into the office, shortly followed by Frank. No sooner than he was through it, Ulysses slammed the newly installed door, and frame shut and turned to them. Anger ever-present on his face, with bared teeth and slit eyes. He immediately pounced and grabbed Disciple by the throat with his prosthetic arm and slammed him against the wall.
"What the FUCK have you gotten us into? Heh? You don't remember what your job is? What I fucking hired you for? You said you were the best! How is this the best with a fuck up like this? You obviously not know how to do your fucking job!"
Lekan entered as Disciple was slammed against the wall and looked at the scene in front of him. He moved forward, but Frank threw his hand up and turned his head to him to say no. Lekan just looked on horrified, and confused. Disciple's face began to turn red. He made sure not to fight back or do anything to further aggravate Ulysses.
He let out a gasp and looked Ulysses in the eye, "What... the... fuck…" he gasped with each painful breath.
Ulysses tightened his grip, "Why do you think Hydra's coming for Mina?"
Disciple attempted several deep breaths through the grip before asking, "You... you think... Cable... would be... the only one... after her?" he took another couple of deep breaths through his nose. He was starting to sweat, "It's no secret… Xavier… does business… with Hydra. Why do you think I left? If they're here... along with the X-Men... then they're... more than likely, after her too."
He was careful to not tell Ulysses how much he really knew. Making sure to keep eye contact with the other man and try his damn best not to fight back.
Ulysses let him go with a drop onto the floor but did not take his eyes off Disciple. He started pacing back and forth in front of the man on his hand and knees, "Then how the fuck did you not know they were here already?"
"Ask your head of security," Disciple spat, he was tired of being the one to get the shit end of things.
Frank went from arms crossed to hand above the pistol strapped to his thigh, "Hold the fuck up, I can't be everywhere at once."
"That's just it, Frank, you weren't there."
"I would have been, had you called me. But ya'll went and started a turf war without your personal bodyguard," he pointed a finger right back at Disciple.
"We would have, but you looked pretty fucking busy," Ulysses cut between their bickering and pointed to the monitor that showed Frank and Mina dancing.
"I was keeping an eye on her, was that not the plan since the fucking beginning?" Frank shook his head.
Ulysses broke out into an exaggerated, sarcastic laugh, "Oh, Franky Boy…"
"Shit…" Frank muttered under his breath; he knew where this was going.
"I told you to bring me the girl which you still haven't done. In fact, you've been doing the" Ulysses pointed the remote to each tv as he spoke, "exact," the tv clicked to the footage in the Aquarium, "fucking," another screen brought up their reunion at the casino where she ignored Ulysses, "opposite." the last screen showed Frank walking with Mina after he got his ass handed to him by the X-Men.
Disciple slowly and cautiously got to his feet now that Ulysses' attention was on someone else. Frank looked from the screens to Disciple for help. He shook his head and pursed his lips, telling Frank he was on his own.
Ulysses pointed the remote at him angrily, as if it were a loaded weapon, "I'm done playing games," he slowly walked up to the other man, "you've run out of chances…"
He suddenly turned and threw the remote as hard as he could at the opposite wall, "AND I'VE CERTAINLY RUN OUT OF FUCKING PATIENCE!"
Unfortunately for Lekan, he was standing opposite of his boss, and the remote hit him on the shoulder when he flinched, "I bruise easy!"
Ulysses pulled out his .45 and pointed it at Frank's chest, "I can kill you and go get her myself," Ulysses pointed to the security cameras with his free hand, "but I pay you for a fucking reason."
Frank looked to Disciple for guidance, who shook his head adamantly and mouthed, 'No.' He knew what he meant, he was to protect Mina's true identity at all costs.
"Why haven't you brought the girl to me?"
"I love her."
Disciple smacked the side of his face with his palm and shook his head, 'NOT THAT EITHER!' he mouthed and used the slicing motion across his neck.
The gun went from his heart and was shoved under his chin, causing the taller man to struggle in meeting his eye, "You told me nothin' was going on."
"There wasn't-"
The gun cocked, "So, you were lying to me then, or you're lying to me now."
"At- at first. I meant there was nothing at first. I swear." Frank put his hands up, sweat pouring down his temple.
"You knew I wanted her…" Ulysses growled angrily, he almost sounded hurt.
"I tried, but she wouldn't stop coming around, you know how it goes."
"No, please enlighten us," Disciple said, spat sarcastically with arms crossed, "when did you two hit it off? When we were getting our 'turf war' on?"
Ulysses had enough of the unnecessary words from his Liaison, "I'm doing the fucking interrogating, seeing as you couldn't get the job done neither!"
Disciple picked up the tablet off of the desk and moved towards the door. "I'll see what I can do about fortifying security. Since you know, I apparently don't know how to do my job or anything," he said left the office. Slamming the door behind him, which caused Frank to grimace and ball up his fist in annoyance, but he stayed silent.
Disciple kept his back turned as he flipped him off and continued down the stairs. Suddenly Lekan left the room and said that he was going to go secure the basement. Leaving Frank and Ulysses alone. Frank looked around and then at Ulysses, who was standing across from Frank with a look of pure hatred.
"So you're together," He growled as he stretched his neck dangerously, flexing his muscles and the gun in his hand.
"Something like that," Frank grunted.
It was the wrong thing to say. Ulysses finally snapped and grabbed Frank by the front of the shirt with his prosthetic and dug the barrel of the gun into the side of Frank's temple.
Frank started yelling at his boss as the gun pressed into his head, "Go ahead, kill me because the girl chose me over you. Real fuckin' mature."
The butt of the pistol came down on his face, causing his head to whip back and stumble into the minibar. The clip and bottom of the grip hit his cheekbone so hard it split his skin. A large bruise formed, and swelling immediately set.
Frank didn't stop there, "You think she'll want you after she finds out you're the one who killed her last boyfriend and now this one."
"Get out."
Frank didn't need to be told twice, he wiped the blood from his cheek on the back of his sleeve and stormed out the door, not before giving Ulysses a sharp look.
Jennica wasn't one to give up, she'd been watching Ulysses and how he chased after the new girl who was running around stirring up trouble. Not to be outdone by some inexperienced schoolgirl, she was on a mission.
"I'd stay out of there if I were you," Frank called out to her as she thought she was slipping past unnoticed.
She stopped and turned to him with a hand on your hip, "Why's that? He got another girl up there?"
Frank scowled, thinking of Mina in her place and tilted his head, showing his bloody face, "Nah, but he's in a dangerous mood."
Sounds of his .45 being fired into the door Frank just came out of could be heard further down the hall. Fragments of wood and some bullets went into the wall across from the entrance. Frank lifted a hand and waved it to the door and gave her a look that said, 'See?'
"Frank, Danger is my middle name," she said seductively and placed her fingertips on his chest.
Her smirk faltered when Frank uncharacteristically gave an exaggerated sigh and pushed her away firmly, "I don't even know your first name."
She opened her mouth to tell him, but he cut her off.
"Don't care," He thundered with an annoyed tone and turned his back on her.
She didn't get to respond before he walked off while talking to himself, "Man, I can't keep up with one girl, I don't need to add another crazy bitch to the mix."
"That was easy…" she muttered and continued to walk towards the sound of furniture being destroyed.
Ulysses lost his shit after the room emptied. He wouldn't admit it, but he thought Frank might be right. His words hit him harder than he knew. He hadn't put two and two together, at least not before now. She came from the X-Men and was hiding from a man he'd already seen lay to waste by his own hand.
Was that why she pretended their first kiss never happened? She learned who he was and wanted to spare them both the awkward explanation of each other's past?
He grabbed the edge of the coffee table with his prosthetic arm and easily lifted it over his head, sending it crashing into the windows overlooking the club. Disciple learned after the first four broken windows that the thicker, the better.
He paced back and forth, angrily looking up at the monitors every few steps, "What the fuck he got that I ain't?"
His rant continued as he blasted the couch with his arm cannon, "Fucking opportunistic piece of shit! Next time I get the girl my fucking self!"
His rage turned towards the door his hired men rushed out of, "Worthless pieces of shit can't follow through with simple fucking orders."
Ulysses kept pacing and tugging at his hair angrily as he spat venomous words at the door, "I specifically said," he pulled put both .45's and laid waste to the door as he roared, "BRING ME HIS HEAD, MY CAR AND THE GIRL OR REPLACE THEM!"
He stood glaring at the monitors, "All I got was the fucking car, and it was scratched to hell."
"I believe that's why they brought me here, Daddy."
Ulysses perked up at the sound of the feminine voice coming from the door he just emptied two clips into. He scowled upon seeing her, now remembering why she seemed familiar. She was part of the group of girls he turned away.
"Get the hell out of here and tell Disciple not to send another unless it's Mina," he sneered and turned his back to her again.
Thinking she'd left, he tensed at the contact of her hand on his bicep. She pressed her body to his side as she slowly inched herself closer to him, "Disciple didn't send me."
Ulysses tried to shrug her off, but her hands kept up his arm and to his chest, "You're not what I ordered, girl. You deaf?"
She moved around to stand in front of him, looking over her shoulders to the monitors and back to him, "You blind?"
"Watch your mouth." He uncrossed his arms and took a threatening step forward.
She reached up behind her neck, undoing the small knot that held her blouse up, "I'm right here, Daddy."
Ulysses' eyes traveled down her body to look at her chest she was openly displaying, "You don't know what you're doing. Get out before you get hurt."
She closed the gap between them to press her chest against his clothed chest, using her height to her advantage and give him a closer view, "You're wasting your time chasing a little girl who doesn't know the first thing about how to treat a king."
His real arm shot out and grabbed her by the neck, his grip firm and fingers digging into the side of her windpipes, "I told you to watch your fucking mouth, whore."
Her face was turning red, and her eyes were watering, her legs starting to give, but she had a mission, "Or else… what?"
"I'll give you something to keep you fucking quiet," he didn't release his hold on her neck; instead, he firmly guided her to the ground, towering over her.
Her vision was going dark, she was sure she was passing out until he finally let her go. She coughed and gasped for air as she struggled to get back up. His hand caught her by the hair and tugged on it hard, forcing her to remain on her knees.
"Chin up, head back, open."