As the setting sun shone it's last few rays of light through the small, cracked window of a Bucharest apartment, the thumping of fists on leather filled the room. The chain connecting the punching bag to the ceiling swung away from forceful hits.
A cellphone rang on the kitchen counter, and someone with long, dark hair picked it up and placed it at their ear.
"Soldat, I've come up with the idea to negotiate. I don't expose your location, and you don't kill me. Sound fair?" The line went silent while the man waited to hear the terms.
"I won't call up HYDRA, or SHIELD. But you have to fill a debt of mine to an infamous friend. Perhaps you know him, Mr. Ambrosa?"
The man in the room hummed a positive reply.
"Basically, you will work for him until he believes that you have paid the debt. You're in luck, Soldat, he's in town right now. He says he'll have someone waiting for you at the big party at the Locust tonight."
The 'Soldat' replied with a simple hum of approval.
"I didn't tell him about the words, do not worry, old friend." The voice assured, "oh, and, Soldat, wear something nice."
The man hung up the phone.
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Fanfiction"what makes you so special? how many have you killed?" +++ I don't claim ownership of any marvel characters. All other characters are my own. (Post-TWS)
