Chapter 07 HAIL HYDRA!


    <span style="font-weight:400">“HAIL HYDRA!” One of the men who entered first blurted out and the room was silent for a few seconds. The flimsy brainwashing they did couldn’t stop not saluting to a superior even a made up one. Like a bomb going off the man pulled at the gun on his leg and without thinking I closed the distance between myself and him. He had it out aimed at my feet before he pulled the trigger.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I used my telepathy to stop the hammer from dropping. If it were a striker-fired pistol or Nick’s custom I don’t think I could have stopped it. My hand swung down like a club knocking the gun out of his hand as my other hand formed a knife stabbed towards his throat to incapacitate him. I had been taught the best hand fighting techniques during the war but that was all a lie.


    <span style="font-weight:400">At no point during the war did we meet face to face with the enemy. Maybe in some form offort in case we ever were forced to melee with the enemy we were taught the perfected form of MMA designed to cripple enemies. This could easily break my fingers but a broken finger was easier to deal with then a crushed throat. Even if I did no permanent damage he would still have to struggle for minutes to get any breath in him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He struggled to catch his breath and I instinctively went for the knife that should have been on my leg but stopped when I remembered where I was. I looked around the room again and noticed everyone pointing guns in our direction with about half on me and half on him. Once again I was surprised by theck of action from the agents.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If I had waited I had no doubt I’d have died before any of the agents killed the HYDRA agent. It left a bad taste in my mouth. This government sanctioned group would have let an asset be killed by a sleeper agent while many of the higher ups sat back and watched. I didn’t want anything to do with these ipetent fucks but at the very least I might be able to get some benefits from dealing with them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I slowly walked back over to the bed and sat back down avoiding the stains on the bed. Once again Nick yed at the macho bullshit talk first garbage every shitty guide to negotiations push. Yea that’s what you want to start a partnership with, confrontation. I wait another five seconds before I ask.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“In what macho bullshit fantasy do you think that not talking gives you power over me. In all honesty I’m way more likely to flip the table and start spouting off your secrets because you piss me off. Dreykov is still alive. If you didn’t see a body then he’s definitely alive.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The look of shock washed through Natasha as she questioned my thoughts. Before giving anyone else time I continued looking at Clint.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Your life kind of sucks my dude. Most of your kids die or turn into viins, your wives all leave you and even Nat kills them in a different universe. I would feel worse for you if you weren’t such a colossal shit in theics, often sparing people who turn around and shit on your kindness by killing those close to you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I turn to Fury. “Finally we get to the big guy. I guess bullying a kid is something Captain America wouldn’t agree with so that’s why he’s not here. He really only sticks around SHIELD because it was Peggy’s agency. With you leading it I really don’t see why HYDRA even bothers infiltrating it, you’ll fuck it up eventually anyways.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I lean forward making eye contact with him. “Every major enemy of SHIELD besides HYDRA was brought on by you and every backroom deal you make for funding shows how redundant and morally bankrupt your little group is nowadays. When you actually want to talk I know you’ll know where to find me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stood up and left without saying another word.


    <span style="font-weight:400">……………………………………………………………………………………………………….


    <span style="font-weight:400">Nick Fury looked at the now unconscious HYDRA agent. He didn’t expect the man to also be a skilled fighter. He knew three of them in that room could each beat him in hand to hand fighting but it was most likely because they had been improved by super soldier serums. Any full human in the room without any outside help would have lost to him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">That wasn’t including any of the wide variety of powers he had also shown. His wounds healed far too quickly to be normal and in a month he shed close to three hundred pounds. The doctors only gave him a few months to live at first but every report after the first pushed that date back until they were saying he was one of the healthiest specimens they had ever seen before.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Nick took a container from one of the inner pockets on his jacket and opened it to reveal a single cigar and lighter. He pinched the end off and lit it inside the hospital drawing a few side eyed nces from the other agents. Most had never seen him smoke before but the few that had been around for years knew it was a habit he only did when something rattled his cage. He asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So with all that it’s obvious we have to keep a tale on him. We’ll keep him under surveince for now and get some more information on him. In the meantime someone bag up these sheets and have them taken in as test samples. We don’t know how his powers work but if we can figure it out…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">He left it at that.