New York, New York.
The birds were chirping as the sun began to rise. An alarm went off. "Good morning New York city! Today is a beautiful day to get out of bed, grab the newspaper and enjoy your Sunday morning. The weather temperature is 15 degrees, there is a steady wind and a storm is coming up. Further mo..." A hand slammed on the alarm, a low grunt was heard from the sheets. Not a moment later, a hard knock was on her door. "Wake up Schmidt or you'll be late for another meeting!" Whoever it was, the person walked off.
The person grunted once more and slowly got up. She moved towards the curtains and pulled them open as the person closed her eyes. Her hair was standing up in every direction, her blue eyes half open and her mouth formed a tired yawn. The window showed clouds, nothing more. Then again, what else can she expect when she lived on the helicarrier. The young woman slowly made her way to the showers, removing her clothing in the process and turned on the water. She stepped under and closed her eyes, enjoying the coldness. She loves cold, always did. Her grandmother said it was a trait from her grandfather, he loved cold as well. Anne, her grandmother. The only person in her life, passed away a few weeks. Her father or uncle nowhere in sight. It was her grandmother who raised her. She said so many things but a few stuck with her a lot. Do not judge a book on its cover; still water has deep grounds, expect the unexpected and most of all. Do not forget who you are. Now it was just her, she considers her father dead. He was never there for her but then again, what can you expect from a crook like him. Her blood was filthy of crimes passed down the line. Alexandra Schmidt, daughter of Electro but what was the biggest secret in her life. She was the granddaughter of Johann Schmidt, a war criminal known as the Red Skull. She was lucky to be found by Nick Fury. Alexandra had no idea what to do with this information. He found her 8 years ago, approached her, and offered her a place in S.H.I.E.L.D. She took the chance, a job, and a place to live. But she was not alone, he found another decedent. Frank Zola, grandson of Arkim Zola.
Ah dear Frank, she quickly befriended him, one of her best friends. Frank was quite a shy boy but his ideas and intellect made up for it. It was a shame he did not want to tag along with field missions. But Nick made a special team for her, so she can prove her leader skills. They were the scout team of S.H.I.E.L.D. They were the new generation of Howling Commando's or as Nick prefers to call, the Howling pups. Their job was to scout, secure and prepare the fields. Gather information and run. Her squad were the descendent of the original Howling Commandos who all passed away. They did not care that Alexandra was offspring of the Red Skull or that Frank was the grandson of Arkim Zola. In fact, it made it funnier to them, especially since Frank made all their toys to shoot with.
She stepped away from the shower and dried off before heading back to her bedroom to dress. A black jumpsuit, tight but flexible. Her grandfather was known for his strength but she. She gained her victories from speed, agility, calculations and flexibility. As soon she was tying up her shoes, Frank stormed in, very excited. His brown hair was a mess; his glasses were on his nose. His puppy brown eyes twinkled with eagerness. He was a head taller than her. Everybody knew only he could calm Alexandra down. "We are going to meet Captain America Alex!" She looked up at him, her eyes widen slightly before smiling. "About time, and with some luck, you might meet Bruce Banner and Tony Stark too Franky." She said in a teasing tone. Frank was their number one fan, just like Coulson was with Captain America… Coulson, it was a shame he died. She loved to tease him about her bloodline; he would get all defensive about the Captain beating Red Skull. To be honest, she had the same idea as him, but it does not hurt to tease. If Captain America was alive... maybe there was a possibility that... No, the reports said nobody could find the body of the Red Skull. Red Skull is dead, besides, if he even was alive. There was no way she could/would talk to him.
She got up and walked to Frank, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down mein freund, shall we go?" She smiled at him. He grinned. "Wherever you go, I shall follow Alex." He leaned close and whispered. She shivered softly before whacking him playfully and walked out. Frank yelped and ran after her, holding his head.
Everybody was already in the meeting room when Alexandra and Frank arrived. Alexandra headed towards the head of the table on the other side, next to Mike Jones, her second in command. If Alexandra was out of commission, Jones would take over. The other members of the team were Jack Falsworth, Pablo Morita, Justin Dernier and David Dugan. Together they formed the Howling Pups. Frank stayed nearby the door, he was never invited in a meeting with the pups, Nick gave him special updates for weapons, in which Alexandra and the others suggested things as well.
"Hey Alex, you lazy ass German. What took you so long?" Jack laughed, the others just chuckled. She rolled her eyes and threw a piece of paper at his head. "I can show you how lazy I am Falsworth" she snarled playfully at him. The German accent rolled of the tongue like a snake slithering through the sand. In response, Jack stood up and made some hip thrusts towards Alexandra, smirking at her. "Jawohl mein Fräulein." The chuckling became laughter and snickering. "I would love to Jack but you see. The American length cannot handle the German love making. The material is... too short." The guys were now roaring with laughter as Alexandra sat down, Jack was staring at her dumbfound. Out of sudden, the door slammed open as Nick Fury walked in, everybody became quiet. "Enough with the perverse jokes and salute to your new superior!" he shouted. Everybody stood up and saluted. In the door opening stood a broad, blonde man who gave a simple nod. Frank shrinks away slowly by the size. It was Captain America. "Rogers here led your ancestors towards victory. If it was not for him, all of you would not even be here. Steve, meet the team. Alexandra Schmidt, leader of the group. Mike Jones, second in command, Jack Falsworth, sniper, Pablo Morita, the team medical expert, Justin Dernier, the saboteur and David Dugan, the gunman… Frank, what are you doing here, go back to the lab for your updates." Frank quickly left. "That was Frank Zola, one of our scientists who creates weapons for this team, doing research in the serum and keeps a check on Alexandra." Steve's eyes widen slightly at the two names of his long lost enemies, their offspring were now working for S.H.I.E.L.D. "Alexandra has just like her grandfather... a short temper. Somehow Frank can keep her calm."
"Alright team, for your next missions, you'll be going to the Alps for research in one of the old Hydra bases. Our satellites picked up energy spikes in the base. We think Baron Zemo might be active, searching for something. We want to know what. The Tesseract is already long gone with Thor, so that can't be it. Any ideas?" Pablo slowly raised his hand. "Old Hydra plans and designs for weapons?" "That can be but why not go after Stark Industries?" Alexandra cleared her throat. "Because Stark industries got their tech from Hydra engineers and most of us know that the mother plans are the base to create far more dangerous weapons." "Excellent Alexandra. Steve here will lead you into the base and around, he was there before. Everybody dismissed except for you Alexandra, I suggest you get to know Steve before you go. I do not want any fights on this missions and I know the way you think." The team slowly walked out, followed by Nick Fury, leaving Steve and Alexandra alone in the room.
"So... how was he in combat?" Steve frowned and looked at her; it seems she was curious about Red Skull. "Strong, no mercy, killer eyes, sadistic ad greedy. He only thought about himself." Steve looked into her eyes, the same eyes he stared at 70 years ago, stared right back at him but something was different, and they had a more... gentle shine to it. "Red Skull ruled by fear." "He is a fool; any good leader knows fear is not the way to rule. The best way to command a team is through trust, friendship, bonding and compassion. These elements make a powerful team." She was clever but on a different way. "You might like this team, we are... playfull when we do not have to be alert, and it makes the tension on a mission less." Steve chuckled. "So you have a short temper." "Mostly with games, bets and enemies. Guess gramps was the same." "He had a short temper with everything." Steve smiled at her. She held her hand out. "Welcome to the team Mr Rogers" "Thanks Alexandra" "Call me Alex, everybody does." They shook hands; this could be a good partnership.