Josie: Hydras Golden Weapon

Chapter 6

Josies pov***

What the actual fuck happened to me. I feel like I was hit by a bus. I move my hands around in ... wait what is this it feels like silk sheets? Wasn't I strapped in a psycho bed? Mkay.

I sat up in what looks to be some teenage dream room. How old do they think I am? Not 16. There's this huge chandelier hanging in the center of the room. It's dark so I can't see much. There's a desk by the huge glass windows. Wait a minute the whole wall is floor-to-ceiling glass windows! I look down and seem to be in a king-size bed with baby pink silk sheets and pillows to match with a white fluffy comforter at the bottom of the bed.

I have never been in a room like this. Even on missions, I picked the crappiest places so I would feel more at home. Was I in a creep's mansion? What happened to the avengers?

I got up slowly and scanned the walls and room for any kind of wires or cameras. Nothing. What the hell? I see a faint light under a door. Looks to be a bathroom. Wait.. a bathroom in my room?!

I knock on the door just to make sure it's not a conjoined room. I hear no one. I push the door open and holy fuck... there is a huge marble sink with gold accents. When I walk to my right there is a toilet with a door! An actual door that closes. Oh, the privacy you look so good.

I turned to look to my left and shit bitchhh. There was a walk-through shower? With a marble tub in front with marble pilers at each corner on the tub attached to the ceiling. Can this be real?

I immediately went on my guard. No one in their right mind would ever be this nice to a hydra assassin. Something is up. I quickly walked back into the room. I looked out the wall of windows. "I've been here before...it it looks different but I can't make it out? What is with the tall ass buildings?"

"It's New York." A flat voice says. I spin around to throw a knife still in the back of my suit, I knew no one would search my ass for assault reasons. They're all too good here. I notice it's the Winter Soldier. He didn't even flinch when I threw the knife. His metal arm, Fuck. That's sweet. Anyway, his metal arm caught my knife.

Wanna have a stare off buddy I'm all in. I hovered over my sides with my hands ready to throw more knives when we were graced with Mr. Self righteous himself. "Good day captain your soldier boy here is being sneaky." I did not break eye contact with him at all. I can still sense the evil in him. Damn, he's one spilled glass of milk away from a breakdown. This is going to be fun. I can't wait to set that bomb off.

"Yeah, sorry about that Bucky is new and isn't really adjusted to the hero life yet." He elbows Bucko and he finally looks away and changes his whole demeanor. "Yeah, oops, silly me I'm an avenger. Causing no harm or injury to anyone!" As if he was a robot he spits those words out. He then starts walking over to me.

I am ready when you are bucko. But he didn't run or attack? He grabbed my hand and placed my knife in it. " you should keep better care of your weapons. Seems you misplaced this one" he gave me a stone-cold look, turned around straightening his jacket and he left. No one has ever returned a weapon to me. What the hell is going on!

Steve only moves two steps toward me. " I am sorry for bucky I hope you understand... he's just not the best with trust and you're hydra so he's on edge. If you need anything just let me know. My room is right across to yours."

We sat in silence I seriously couldn't wrap my head around it so I asked "Why do you care. I have never met you guys personally, I kill for fun, I'm programmed to be an assassin. I mean shit I seriously HAIL HYDRA! Why is everyone being so goddamn nice!" Why the hell am I freaking out right now.

He walked over in front of the window with me. He crossed his arms and looked at the night sky "No one deserves the torcher you went through. You were a child. You went through the worst torcher hydra has ever done. They didn't care you were 5. We want to show you there's more to life than killing and being tortured.." he trailed off turning to me. He went to reach for my hand slowly.

He grabbed my hand softly. I send a spark of heat to him. "Ow fuck, ok no hand-holding I am sorry.. damn" he pats his hands down his shirt.
Bucko comes running in like a dog protecting his master.

"CAP what did she do. I'll handle her." To which he turns and grabs Buckys shoulders "it's fine Bucky it was an accident I shouldn't have made her feel uncomfortable like that."

"I... um wasn't uncomfortable I'm just ugh.. well...don't like physical contact and.." I started to trail off how do I tell them I'm feeling weird emotions that make me want to puke. I'm not even understanding it. There is one emotion I am truly connected with and I can feel it burning. I recognize that one. It's telling me I am still on a mission. Great, so who's dying soon?

They just stared at me. Bucky let out a breath and left shaking his head. I can tell he's my number one fan. I turn back to Steve "I don't know where to go from here."

He shook his head like he was contemplating me staying. I am just here for the intel. I can easily win everyone over to my side. It's one of my specialties. 

He spoke "Josie everyone here is going to open their arms to you. They know your backstory and no one blames you for anything you have done. We want you to be an avenger. You are destined for greatness I just know it."

I crossed my arms laughing "Destined for greatness? Is this the welcome speech because it could use a lot of work Mr. America."

He smiled "So we are at the nickname stage? Alright, Hyjo." 

I burst out laughing I actually found that funny. Of all the names I have been called this was a first. "How the hell did you get Hyjo?"

He shrugged like I should know "Hydra and Josie mixed is Hyjo. I figured you would realize that. Had no idea you were slow."

My mouth flung open. No one has ever talked to me like this not fearing for their lives. Could I really be an avenger? I know I am still on a mission but what if they can help me. What if I could be a part of this.. family? I shook my head at my own thoughts and instead of looking at me like I was crazy he asks "What are you talking to yourself about. You look conflicted."

I walked over to the windows looking down at New York "It would be nice to not be reset and frozen all the time. Free will sounds bliss," I let out a sigh blinking a bit. 

He cuts in "But what Josie.. what is stopping you from joining a family?"

"I love to kill."