H.Y.D.R.A IS HIDING
CHAPTER 1, PART 1: FAMOUSLY LOST
Lia woke up to a loud vibration, made from a text on her phone. She pulled off the sheets, and sat up in her bed. She rubbed her eyes, and reached for her phone, unlocking it and checking her messages. She had one; a message from 'Nothnagel'. Her face quickly turned puzzled, at the fact that he shouldn't be up at this time. Lia, before answering her messages, quickly checked the time. Six seventeen. She tapped on an app to where her message was.
Nothnagel: Would you mind dropping by? That would be nice.
She read it carefully and wondered, dropping by? Why does he even want me to? I ain't doing that. Unless, she started to tap on her phone, answering his message.
Laframboise: Umm... why? Not like anything special happened did it?
She put her phone to sleep, and got up out of bed. Though she had texted him as if him responding meant a thing to whether she was going or not, she took a shower, put on better clothing, and had breakfast, before grabbing her phone and getting her car, driving off to Nothnagel's apartment. I wonder what he wants now. Money? Food?, she thought, driving through streets before reaching at an apartment complex. She parked her car and went inside, taking the elevator to the fifth floor, and going through burnt orange halls, with several dark golden doors. She came to an apartment, Room 192. She knocked loudly on the door, hoping a broad-shouldered, black hair, pale skinned man would be standing in her path. She heard footsteps crawl to the door, before hearing the click of an unlocked door. "You can come in Lia, knew you'd make it."
She slumped and opened the door, straightening her posture quickly as she walked inside, where, she also saw a petite blonde woman sitting on one of the chairs. She smirked and walked over to the blonde, before the pale man started to talk, "It's nice to have a little reunion, isn't it?"
Lia tilted her head, looking sarcastically at the man. "Nice reunion. Where are the other few?"
He pointed his chin towards a door Lia predicted to be of the washroom or bedroom. "Lindskog's in there. Umm... Mathiassen and Kuvayev are in my room, and the Doc is in the kitchen. Kimi still needs rest from yesterday, so I left him out."
She nodded understandingly. "So, Madeline, how's life doing? It feels so good seeing you again!"
The petite blonde looked up at her, holding her mug of coffee with care. "Well, I'm working a well-paying office job, kinda like the one I had at H.Y.D.R.A. Mmnn... I miss H.Y.D.R.A It's all because of-"
"S.H.I.E.L.D, and the Chini woman. Heard her team wants to recruit some nice Inhumans. I disagree otherwise, but I think that won't get far unless the Inhumans actually trust S.H.I.E.L.D." The pale man said, looking back towards his TV, and changing the channel back to the news. Thought it took a while for them watching it, eventually a news headline about S.H.I.E.L.D had came up, and how they 'saved the Inhumans'. Lia frowned as a long-haired, golden-blonde man walked out, just putting his hair into a ponytail.
"I swear Tobias, you need to cut your hair eventually. Geez, you look like a goddamn girl..." The pale man looked at him, quite complaining about the hair. Madeline shrugged her shoulders and Lia laughed. Before they all heard a young, girl-like squeak from the bedroom, which they made out to be, "I found it!"
"Ehum... You guys okay in there?!" Madeline yelled, looking at the door from her position on the chair. Before they knew it, Kuvayev stumbled out of the bedroom, tied up with some type of rope. Nothnagel laughed out and Kuvayev crawled his way over. "Can you guys help me?"
"Why ask us? You have Matthiassen, no?" Tobias said, scratching his head. Kuvayev turned his head and looked at him, an enraged look on his face. Tobias shut up immediately, and Kuvayev lay his head on the carpet. "Matthiassen? You've got to be kidding me. What type of help does he give again? Child support? Medical aid? I dun' think so."
Lia burst out laughing, and the others giggled as the doctor walked out of the kitchen from making breakfast. He was startled by Kuvayev's appearance wrapped up in tape, and on the ground. He quickly ran over, grabbing the nearest sharp object and cutting Kuvayev out of the tape. After, he helped him onto his feet, and Kuvayev silently thanked him. The doctor looked at Kuvayev oddly, "How did you get into that situation? Oh, and by the way, petit déjeuner is in the kitchen, if you want any."
The entire group stared at the brown-haired man, obviously puzzled. He was confused at why they were staring, until Nothnagel broke the silence, "You know, I think that means breakfast guys. Well, thanks for the French lesson, Doc."
The doctor slumped, his head staring right at the ground as Nothnagel walked past, giving him a pat on the back. Then followed, Madeline, before the Doctor straightened his posture and headed into the kitchen, where the dining table was as well. Nothnagel had already started eating and Madeline was making herself some hot chocolate. The doctor giggled. "Madeline, how many cups of liquid can you handle before you drop? Wow, that's like the fourth one! I wanna see a record, but not to kill your heart, obviously."
Madeline giggled and waited for the kettle to boil up, before pouring hot water into her cup and stirring it.
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Madeline walked down the dusty, and smoky aisles that were of the grocery store. She typically hated this place, as it's neatness was below her standards. Far below. She walked, checking expiry dates and how good the products looked, when she saw a skinny, caramel-skinned, straight, black-haired man walking, looking around for something. Off the top of her head, she noticed it was her upstairs neighbour's son, Lucas. She quickly ran over and tapped him on the shoulder, he quickly turning around, almost in fright, however, he calmed as he saw Madeline. "Madel... uh, can you...-" he tried to speak, but was clearly out of breath. Madeline took him to a small corner and sat him down.
"Now, what's wrong, Lucas?" She asked curiously. He looked around, and patted her on the back to sit down with him, and she complied. "Madel, they're after me... I don't wanna be with S.H.I.E.L.D, I really don't wanna. Can... you help?"
Madeline widened her eyes in surprise and looked around alongside him. "Wait. How do you know that?"
"I saw them! There was this tall dark man with muscles, and... and this woman who looked tall and charismatic, like you..." He trailed off, getting up and hiding behind one of the aisles. Madeline quickly got up and looked into the aisle Lucas hid from. She saw two people, wearing mostly black, talking and walking down the aisle. They obviously fit the description of what Lucas had said to her. She tapped him on his shoulder, and brushed on it, an odd, but efficient way of telling him to start running into the crowd. She stepped across the aisle, catching the attention of the two.
"I hope I don't get caught." She mumbled to herself, walking slowly to see what else she may need. Before she felt a hand grab her shoulder and she cocked her head around quickly. The two people had actually came for her. I really understand why Lucas is scared now, she thought, looking in surprise at the two. Though she didn't know them, she recognized the S.H.I.E.L.D symbol quickly and swallowed. I hope they don't remember me, she said, rubbing her teeth against each other. "You must be Ms. Bessoney, from H.Y.D.R.A, Whitehall's days."
She gulped, before making a scream for help. She started to hear her voice echo across the room and she struggled, trying to get the hands of the two S.H.I.E.L.D agents off. Until, a blast was heard and both agents were thrown to the doors of the refrigerator, unconscious. Two boys showed themselves, both having metallic blonde hair, cut low, and both having tall, slim figures, as if they haven't eaten anything in a while. Madeline looked at them, who are they again? I remember seeing them in H.Y.D.R.A labs, she thought before they walked up to her and picked her up.
"Remember us, Madeline?" One said.
"Yeah, we were like your pets." The other said. It confused Madeline a bit.
"We were all friends, with Luca and Salia..."
"And we all were your lab rats too, remember?" Madeline thought quite hard, I don't remember their names. If they would give me a better hint.
"Mangir A?"
"Mangir B?" Just then, Madeline remembered the two. Mirogod and Edgar Preobrazhensky. The odd-kinda-Ukrainian-probably-Russian-still-know-nothing-about-their-powers twins. She slumped as they put her down at the front of the shopping mall. "Oh, boy. Not you two again..."
"Yay!" They yelled, raising their hands above their heads as they chanted in joy: 'She finally remembers us!'. She put her basket onto the ground and ran out, the two boys still chanting and cheering. Good thing I'm outta here, she thought heading to her car. "Um, Ms. Madeline Bessoney. Would you mind?"
Madeline turned around. And there stood a familiar face, that of the director of S.H.I.E.L.D, Philip Coulson. She swallowed. S.H.I.E.L.D is mayhem, she thought before she received a blow to the head and was knocked unconscious.
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Nothnagel looked around the room he was in, his head pounding. He hadn't remembered much before he took a strangely random blow to the head by an object way stronger than he was, surprisingly. He found himself tied down to a chair, by both arms and legs, and struggled a little to get out before giving up. He then tried to get out of the ropes which tied his arms down. He almost got them off, when a loud bang was emitted from an object and his heart jumped. He looked around hesitantly, trying to find the cause of the sound. A woman, quite familiar face to him, came across and re-tied his arms. He smirked, "And all my hard work."
"Was nothing in the first place." She responded, coming now into his line of sight. His smirk was quickly dropped and his face was now a glare of hatred and anger. She sat down on the chair a ways away from him and brought out a notepad. "We need to ask you-"
"Ask me what? There's almost nothing you could seriously ask me." He interrupted her abruptly, his voice filled with some sorts of anger, which seemed sudden to the lady. "There is nothing you can ask me. I'm serious right now."
"Well, we know you have ties with H.Y.D.R.A, so maybe telling us about that would be helpful." She said, finally cocking a tiny grin. He frowned.
"Ties with H.Y.D.R.A? That was before it all fell apart. I'm just working alone now. If you know where I can join again, please tell me." He said, sarcasm in his voice. She shook her head. He has nothing. The other may not have any information, either. Damn, she thought, getting up and leaving the man. Coulson was waiting outside the room. "Did you find anything?"
"Nothing. He's not with H.Y.D.R.A. I knew it. Not many old H.Y.D.R.A agents went back to rebuild it with Ward. The woman is surely not any lead, if he had importance and he knows nothing, than it's not any good to ask another blank." She said, frustration in her voice. Coulson sighed, and signaled a man to release Nothnagel.
"Coulson! I found someone who may have relation to the new H.Y.D.R.A team!" A woman with short, brown hair and a slim body came running down. Coulson turned quickly to look at her. "Who is it?"
"A man- I mean doctor by the name of Luborad Czerniawski. I don't have a strong lead on where he is, but I have someone who knows him really well." She started, taking a break to catch her breath. Coulson nodded, bringing up the question, "Who is he?"
"Another doctor by the name of Jan-Miek van der Noordkamp. I think I said that right... oh, and they work at the same hospital." She said.
"Daisy, get a team to go to the hospital and privately speak with the doctor. If you can, find Mr. Czerniawski." He replied, turning back to the short, black-haired woman. "Agent May, I have a task for you."
Daisy nodded, and walked off to assemble a team, while May and Coulson stood outside a door, to a prison cell.
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Daisy walked briskly through the white halls, filled with offices and doors, some with curtains. She needed to find a certain doctor's room, and maybe check the patients he deals with. She eventually found Room 189, with a label saying 'Dr. Noordkamp's office'. She smiled and knocked on the door, waiting a few seconds before a man, quite tall and slim, pale and had thin brown hair, alongside small glasses, had opened the door and was standing right there. "Yes?"
"I need to speak with you. I'm guessing your Dr. Noordkamp." Daisy said, the doctor nodding. He invited her inside and gave her a chair to sit on. "What is it?"
"Well, S.H.I.E.L.D hears that H.Y.D.R.A may be rebuilding themselves, and you know someone who may be involved in rebuilding H.Y.D.R.A." She responded, adjusting herself in the chair. The doctor sat himself up in the chair and his glare turned cold. Daisy swallowed, noticing this.
"Rebuilding H.Y.D.R.A. Hnn... I haven't actually heard anything about that anywhere here." He said, puzzled. Daisy smiled and put down a file of Luborad Czerniawski onto a small table in front of them. The doctor widened his eyes and quickly grabbed the file, reading its name again and looking through it. "Luborad? But..."
He started to slur off into muttering into another language before Daisy took the files from his hand and placed it back on the table. His cold, bitter look had turned into a more surprised, confused look. "Okay, tell me what you know about Mr. Czerniawski."
"L-Luborad... he was a nice guy. We both used to work in the same H.Y.D.R.A sector for a while. Until, you know, Whitehall passed. Then, we went our ways for a bit before we found ourselves, once again, at the same sector in this hospital." He responded hesitantly. Daisy nodded and had wrote down and summarized what he had said in a notebook of hers.
"Well, do you think he would help rebuild H.Y.D.R.A?"
"No! Not at all! I don't think he'd have the guts - or the time - to rebuild H.Y.D.R.A." The doctor yelled. She could clearly see that he knew a lot, but his knowledge was limited as well. "Well, sorry to break your bubble, but he is."
"...A-Are... you sure? Maybe you've made a mistake-"
"So you're saying we are lying. I'll tell you now, I am not lying when I say: he is helping to rebuild H.Y.D.R.A. If you don't believe me, ask him before you go home." She said, denying his refusal. The doctor sat there, shocked to the point he ended up staring at Daisy for a bit, before he lowered his head and started to wipe his glasses. "I-If it's true... than he has been hiding something from me for a very long time."
She could hear the sadness, and shock in his quavering voice, the doctor still shivering in shock. He put back on his glasses, "Is that all you needed to tell me?"
Daisy nodded. The room went silent for a while, before the doctor broke the silence. "Well. Then, thank you."-he smiled, and continued-"I guess we are finished here. You can leave if you want to now." Daisy got up and lead her team back to the Bus.
After he had closed the door, it felt like something punched him in the gut. Geez, maybe I should of just told 'em the truth. I feel really bad about it now, he thought, before going back to do some paperwork.
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Yay, first part finished!
The first part of chapter one is nice. I like how the story is flowing so far, and the the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D vibe is more into it. As you can see, Noordkamp is having a little bit of a tough time dealing with Czerniawski's rebuilding H.Y.D.R.A (cough, cough, lies, cough, cough). You may or may not hear more about this character.
More important characters introduced! Kuvayev, Lindskog, Preobrazhensky brothers, and Czerniawski. And, Lucas is back! I hope you remember him, (tear, tear, if you don't). I will eventually have my first teaser/side story out soon. Who will it be about? You'll see (eventually).
So, I guess this is the first chapter's first part. Until the next part!
-Alissa Forigen