Some say assassins are cold hearted and emotionless and some are but not all. When a warm hearted assassin escapes HYDRA but continues to kill, will SHEILD take matters into their own hands?
Hey you might be guessing who I am, and I will tell you but you can't tell a soul or I will find you and rip your throat out, do I want to do that? No but I will.
Ok back to who I am, I'm an assassin trained by HYDRA, but I don't work for them anymore and I hate them with a passion. They took me away at birth to experiment and make me the greatest assassin known to man kind and more. Am I the greatest? I think so and know so, but my answer might be biased. But anyway, they started training me at the age of 5 so I know all fighting styles. All! That's a lot for a kid. By the time I was 7, I knew all fighting styles, I knew how to counter them and defend myself from them. They also trained me so I knew how to use every weapon known to man. My favorite was the dagger I made myself and in second place is the bow and arrow I also created. I'm very skilled in the smarts department considering HYDRA taught me how to create all kinds of things and taught me things for common sense and more.
They experimented on trying to recreate the super soldier serum. Oh! I didn't tell you did I, silly me. I was born in 1915, when HYDRA wasn't HYDRA, before they made there first appearance. So basically I'm HYDRA's first successful experiment. Now what happened was they 'recreated' the super soldier serum, and injected it into me. Along with having all the qualities of Captain America, I also have bone of Adamantium. Similar to who people call Wolverine, just without the claws coming out of my knuckles. Yes I still bleed and can feel pain, but my wounds heal faster. If you ask me, my way of describing the serum HYDRA created, I would say 'A super soldier serum on steroids'.
Now, how would I describe my self? I am not cold hearted just come off that way and I love the ladies, I mean I find some men attractive but I will turn down a man over a woman any day. In my spare time when I don't want to be in the apartment I got myself, I will go down to a club or bar and have a few one night stands making sure I don't get someone pregnant.
Ok enough with my story, right now I'm at a bar. Classic I know. I'm sitting looking around the bar with a lemon drop martini in my hand. And yes men drink martinis. As I'm minding my own Business a man comes and sits next to me,
"I know who you are, and I have a job offer for you" he say not facing me and I continue to act casual
"Send me the information and I will get the job done with in 48 hours" I say placing my business card next to him as I set the glass down and leave.
When I get to my apartment I get an unknown message with the job information,
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Name: unknown Age:over 90 Occupation: Assassin
I stop reading there getting a feeling the I'm the target. Then there's a knock on my door and my suspicion is correct. I quickly pack my suit I'm a bag along with some important things like cash and personal item. I put the backpack on and go to open the door, but before I reach the door, it's kicked down and mean in black suits with mask on come rushing in. This should be fun. I then put my mask on and put my hood up to hide my identity.
I pull my dagger out and start taking out men as I dodge bullets, I throw a man out my window and stab an other one in the chest, I see one man point his gun at me and he pulls the trigger, I duck quickly and the bullet hits a guy in the head, I throw my dagger at the dude who tried to shot me hitting him in the head, I look around to see no more alive men left and just dead bodies all over my floor. I leave my apartment the way it is. As I'm about to leave the building a man with an eye patch stops me with a redhead woman by his side, I quickly look down at myself to see blood all over me and no doubt there's some on my mask
"How may I help you?" I ask looking back at the two people in front of me
"We need to take you in for a few questions" the man say looking me up and down seeing all the blood
"If I may ask, why?" I ask knowing I'm not getting out of theirs unless I fight my way out
"Considering you have what looks like blood all over you, might be a good reason" the redhead says with a straight face
"Ok two words, self defense" I say with a shrug and wait for a window to run
"Why didn't you call the cops?" The eye patch dude ask
"One I would've been dead by the time they got here and... I hate the government" I say then sprint to the back exit where I see a motorcycle and get on it, and luckily for me the owner left the keys in. I drive away to my club that I built a long time ago before the Average's tower was built down the street.
I make my way into my club and back to my office, to lay low for a while. And me being as smart as I am had a room built in next to my office.
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I take a shower and change in to a fresh pair of boxers and put on some black sweat pant, staying shirtless. I go lay down and get a very much needed sleep.
Next morning
I wake up hungry as always, so I change and go find a place to eat, choosing not to fix my bed head, and put one of my many mask on, and put my hoodie up. I find a cafe and get a coffee and a plain beagle then take a seat at a booth. After a while of not eating or drinking feeling I'm being watched, the same two people from last night take a seat across from me and I roll my eyes,
"Look it was self defense so you don't have anything to hold against me, my name or proof of my existence is not in any files, so what do you want from me?" I ask before they can speak
"We've givin it some thought and we want you to join the Avenger's or become an agent at SHEILD" the man says as the woman just stares at me
"No negative, I don't work with people anymore, especially the government" I say and before I can leave I see a black van pull up and shoot at me, hitting me in my right arm and people start screaming, I stayed seated as the other two got on the ground to take cover along with other people in the room. Man that hurt, those assholes, I watched the van drives away then look at the agents I'm guessing, who are still on the floor along with other people
"Close is clear everyone!" I yell letting the people know there safe, I look down at my wound as I choose to keep the bullet in not wanting to heal my wound in front of them knowing that will just add on to the list of why they want me to join. They finally get up and look at my wound and look at me like I'm crazy,
"You just got shot, you need to come get it checked out before you lose a lot of blood" the redhead says seriously
"Yeah, like I'm gonna go with you to the place you guys been trying to get me" I scoff and stand up then walk away. As I'm walking away I hear running foot steps and turn around to see the redhead running at me with a syringe, I go crazy, when she gets close enough I kicked her in the stomach and tackle her, not being aware of her hand sticking the syringe in my neck and pushing the liquid in me system, next thing I know everything goes black.
