I sat at a table reading over the file with curious intensity. I sighed and yawned a little, "As I told my boss. Piece. Of. Cake. Mmm... cake sounds good right now. Maybe I can get Boss to give me some. HYDRA will definitely be pleased with my success..." I flinch and shut my laptop, "...They better be or I'll have more treatments..."
That is what HYDRA called my torture sessions, my treatments. It sounded like I was sick with a chronic disease or something. Just then a knock rapped on the door. I was still in the New York base. The whitewashed room was my confinement unit away from my confinement unit, per say. "Ragnarok, requesting permission to enter." It must be a grunt if he had to ask MY permission. I wasn't very high up, seeing as I was classified as an experimental weapon.
I sighed, "Permission granted." I called back and the door creaked open revealing a tall young man. He was slender and wore a crisp black suit. His tie, however, was a bit skew and he had urgent panic in his grey eyes. His black-brown hair showed it was usually slicked back but he had run his hand through it a few too many times making it very messy. He slipped in and the shut it quickly. He was acting nervous like he wasn't supposed to be there. He sat down hurriedly pulling out a yellow file folder full of paper.
"We need to speak quickly. I'm not supposed to be here." He said, his voice woody and quickened.
"I kind of gathered from the way you are acting. You aren't very well trained for an agent... If you are even one of ours." My Russian accent thickened and my eyes narrowed a bit.
He visibly gulped and got a shade paler, "Err..." He looked like he was debating whether to tell me. Then he took a deep breath, "I only am here because I want to help you. My name is Grant Ward and I am an agent of S.H.E.I.L.D." He seemed to regain his confidence as he spoke.
(TONY'S P.O.V.)
The blip faded suddenly as we got closer until it was nothing. I haunted in my tracks utterly confused, "JARVIS? What happened to the tracker?"
"Someone seems to have disabled it, sir," JARVIS replied coolly.
"How??" I spluttered.
"Tony? What's wrong?" Steve asked cautiously.
"The tracker disappeared. I pull up my visor to reveal my face as I scowled grumpily.
"Haha! Tinman lost to kid girl!" Hulk grinned laughing in a sort of triumphant way.
My scowl deepened, "I didn't lose!" I whined a little. "You'll see!"
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