Monster

Betrayal

Avengers," Fury began, "Hydra agents are still roaming and trying to seize control. Now that we have two of their best siding with us they are become more aggressive and causing civilian casualties. There is a group currently in New York forcefully recruiting innocent people to become soldiers. Your mission is to track down these people and bring them in. Whatever it takes.

These are the people you are to bring back to SHEILD dead or alive." He brought up pictures of the soldiers and their stats. Some of their faces I knew and could beat with ease. It didn't really matter to much to me. The Avengers could beat them easily.

Until one face came up and my heart stopped. That familiar face. There was no way it was right. It couldn't be. No.

Ashton Bishop.

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My mouth became dry. It couldn't be, he would never work for them. He was good. Ashton Bishop was the best person I knew. Everything else that was said I couldn't focus on.

I couldn't believe what Fury had said. Ashton, my Ashton was working for Hydra. It was impossible. But it was real. And I didn't want to believe it but the evidence was sitting right in front of me, plain as day there was Ashton. A fugitive, working for the people who took my freedom away from me.

The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth and my arms started to weight me down at my side. And I felt sick to my stomach but I had to try my absolutely hardest not to let it show. Thankfully I was successful in hiding it.

Fury continued on with mission details without a stutter. But every other face and instruction merged into one. No longer was I felling prepared for the mission not if I had to face Ashton as an enemy. Soon enough we were dismissed to get ready for the mission although I didn't really have anyway to get ready. There were no specialised weapons for me or a suit.

Not even at Hydra did I have a suit I wore whatever they gave me and killed in it as well. Some died facing a boy in hospital scrubs and others faced me in regular clothes. And a select few who ho I suspect worked for the organisation were murdered by me in full Hydra uniform. The skull emblem facing them in their final moments. But worst of all some never faced me, some people never saw their murderer to those people I was simply Death. Never kind. My version of Death was cruel and impersonal. Perhaps that's what make my Death kind, because nothing was ever able to be pinned as cold blooded.

But as I walked through the corridors once again I was pulled into a room by a strong pair of hands.

Bucky.

"Hey kid. You need a suit." It was blunt and to the point. We mustn't of had time for small talk. "Stark helped design them and had them made. But you can choose which one you like," he led me into a walk-in closet full of various versions of suits for me to wear.

Wandering along them I took in the different aspects of them all. Some were simple while others we complex, with compartments and weapons built into them.

None felt personal enough for me. None felt like they were for me.

Until I saw one that felt right. A simple black leather suit with a fur collar and a red sash around the waist with the SHEILD logo. Simple and good. The gloves were fingerless you allow my claws to retract without ripping the material. Everything was thought out with it, down to the last details. In all it felt perfect. And Bucky could tell it was.

"It's good. And it's you. Very fashionable." I laughed slightly at the remark but dismissed it. "Go put it on. Then we'll get you a weapon if you need one." I nodded and went to change.

The suit fit like a glove and was comfortable and stretchy enough for me to move in. Everything about it served a purpose. It all helped me to kick ass. The shoes were even sound proof and shock absorbent. It was great.

Stepping out to greet Bucky again he was talking with Natasha. Who has brought a black duffle bag with her. Presumably full of weapons.

"Alright Kit. You look good in SHEILD logos. But to complete all of this you need some sort of weapon. Your powers are great but if some like the mall incident happens again and you can't use your powers then you need some other way to protect yourself." Natasha said. Which sounded fair. I couldn't just rely on my powers to save me every time.

"So we have some different options for you to see what fits, so choose what works best for you best." She motioned towards the bag and let me loose on deadlier weapons than an army. The plethora of weapons ranged from crossbows to guns to swords to knives and anything else there could ever be.

But the was one thing that caught my eye. Well a set of things. Sleek black handled stainless steel throwing knives. Easy to Conceal and did the job easily. Just like the suit they were perfect.  I looked up to Bucky for approval and he nodded. He agreed with me.

"Now you're ready. Come on. Let's kick some ass kid."

And kick ass we would.

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Hello. Welcome to the first chapter of Monster the sequel to Fenrir. If you haven't read Fenrir then this may not not make sense. But if you are one of the readers from the first book then congratulations, please tell me what you think of this. I sincerely hope you like it.

Also it's been a year since Fenrir was first written. Back when it was a random idea I talked to my dad about and my god am I glad I decided to write it. Even if there were some major writers block over the year. But yeah.

Welcome to Monster.