Eat, Train, Sleep, Repeat. It was a constant thing, ongoing never stopping.
I would train in a cold, dark brick room with one dim light all day.
While I was training for the day, I heard rubber boots on the floor walking towards me.
"Alright that is enough for today." My Commander said in a thick Germany accent.
I turned and looked at him, wiping a hair away from my eye "I was just getting started."
I walked over to the metal table he was standing at and grabbed my water bottle.
He threw a vanilla file on the table.
I saw the file as I straddled a metal chair in front of me, grabbing the file and looking through it.
"What is this?" I said leaning forward as I threw the file back on the table.
"Your mission." He said sitting in the chair across from me.
"But it looks like a school file of a kid."
He opened up the file and put it in the middle of the table, pointing to the kid in the picture.
"He is your mission. His name is Peter Parker also know as the Spider-man. You need to get him on your good side. Befriend him even."
"Why?" I asked still not understanding.
He got up slightly and I knew what was coming. He slapped me in the face for being disrespectful.
"Sorry sir." I said looking down trying not show him the pain I felt.
"You get on his good side, he tells you secrets simple. We need anything we can get on The Avengers. When you get the information you need, report back to us and we will take care of the kid, but if he finds out what you are doing you kill him...Am I clear?"
"Yes sir, does this mean I have to go to...highschool?"
"Yes."
I've never been to high school and was hoping I would never have to either. It's just a bunch of stupid kids who don't care about studies or anything for that matter. At least that was what I was told.
"Here's your new identity Solider." He threw me a backpack and some clothes.
The bag was a black Jansport and inside was a wallet packed with U.S. money, essential school supplies, and an I.D. to a school Called Midtown Highschool with my picture and my new name. I wanted to smile when I saw my name was (y/n), but I didn't want to get tortured so I just nodded my head.
The clothes were a tight black t-shirt, skinny camouflage jeans and black shoes that were called Converse, which I had never heard of.
"Where will I be staying?" I said putting everything back in the bag and taking the clothes in my hand
"We set you up with two agents that will be acting as your parents. Now you need to get going. Put your clothes on and I will meet you on the helicopter pad." He got up and walked out.
When he walked out I quickly changed into my clothes and grabbed my backpack as I walked outside to the helicopter pad.
I was escorted into the helicopter and left my "home" to fly to America for my next mission. I was excited to go on my first long term mission, but was also very scared of what might happen in a foreign country that I had never been to.
