The Soldier, the Asset, the man who bore many names was silent as sat in front of Connor Pierce. Or at least that is what the world would think if someone was filming their conversation. Except there wasn’t. Because any cameras would’ve been spotted within mere moments and disabled readily.
Connor leaned in with an all-knowing smirk upon his face. The Soldier didn't know why the man was so pleased but took no heart into it. The man was riddled from top to bottom with secrets after secrets. Dressed in full business attire, a navy blue suit, and tie that was all buttoned except the top two and the bottom one, the Pierce spoke as his calculated eyes met his prisoner's, “You remember the girl? The prisoner?”
The Soldier barely nodded.
Does he remember her name? He can only remember the way her eyes would contort in fear at his presence and her screams as he ripped apart her flesh on orders. He remembered one part of her, which answers the question itself. He also remembered putting the child on The Chair. That was the first time in a long time when he felt something other than the silent resolve. Sorrow. Guilt.
Pierce continued, “She is even more of an asset than we had anticipated. We are going to kill her, and with her parents driven so mad in grief, they will no longer stand as problems to our taking at SHIELD. Agent Springrose, who also happens to be working on Project Insight will serve as our spy. She is to report to you, and you are to report to me. When the time comes, you must bring the girl to me. Mission?”
“Confirmed”, said the Soldier. He analyzed the photo of the girl who lived vividly in his mind, and then glanced to two adults next to her. The father, he assumed ringed no memory, but the mother, her green eyes lurked within his mind, pulling pieces of memory that he hadn’t even known existed.
She had fiery red hair, something that hadn't changed in his scattered memories, much like her sharp emerald eyes that appeared to be boring into his soul and questioned everything his mind had to offer. He could practically match her voice to a silky sweet Russian tone that was laced with maturity and sultriness. Suddenly, he remembered her. She was Natalia. The woman who he trained. The woman who opened his eyes to the world he was to make do with.
James flinched, looking up to Pierce before concluding, “I will bring the girl to you.”
Pierce’s smile faltered as he licked his lips, “I know you will, which is why we need to prep you. Wipe him.”
A/N: Hey hey hey. Short update I know I know but the next chapter is super long. I'm thinking maybe next week I'll post it cause rn I'm super overwhelmed with schoolwork and my anxiety had been spiking up lately so I'm trying to just calm down. Also follow my Instagrams? The_scarlet_witcher and scarletscaptain
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