They changed me.

The Mission.

Hello, me again. Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to MaeStorm so yeah, go check his/her profile out and stuff.
There's gonna be a lot more action in this chapter, hope you guys enjoy. Leave a comment or whatever if you do and I'll try and update again soon.
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Asset was jerked awake by a bucket of ice cold water being dumped on his face.

He leapt up, muscles tensed and ready to defend himself from the attack.

The calming sight of his Handler greeted him and he immediately dropped to his knees, ready for orders.

Handler glared down at him in disgust, as if he'd just found him stuck to the bottom of his shoe.

"Get up." He ordered, his lip curling in contempt.

Asset practically jumped to his feet, he was so eager to obey. "Yes sir."

His head snapped to the side as Handler slapped him, hard.

"You will only speak when you are spoken to!" He growled, fists clenched in uncontrolled rage.

Handler clenched his jaw, reminding himself that Hydra needed the Asset. "Follow me."

Asset immediately fell into step behind his Handler, following him out of his cell and down the corridor.

Handler led Asset to the control room where large holograms showcased the face of Virginia 'Pepper' Potts. Along with detailed plans and security details of Stark Mansion, the place she was staying in.

"This is your target." Handler stated, roughly grabbing Assets hair and forcing him to look at the screen.

"You will go in, you will kill this woman, and you will get out." He pulled harder on his hair so that Assets was facing him.

He grinned sadistically, "You know the punishment if you fail."

Asset tried to nod but Handlers grip was too tight, so he responded with, "Yes sir."

Handler let go of his hair and Asset turned back to the screens. Did she look familiar?

As soon as that thought crossed his mind, a blinding headache made him feel as though an axe had suddenly been slammed into skull.

By the time the headache had subsided, he'd forgotten what he had been thinking about. All he remembered was Handler telling him his next mission.

*WAKANDA*

"Um... why are we supposed to care that Stark's missing?" Clint groaned, leaning back in his chair with a scowl on his face.

Steve placed a calming hand on Natasha's shoulder she shrugged it off, but it did prevent her from smacking some sense into her friend.

"Because Hydra has Tony, and Tony is our friend Clint." Steve answered, keeping his tone level.

The archer scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Friends don't lock each other up," he mumbled.

"Clint, that wasn't Tony, that was Ross. Tony was-"

"Wait, do we know where Hydra are keeping him?" Peter piped up, usually he kept quiet around new people, but his adoptive father was in danger and he was damn well sure going to do something about it.

Steve squinted at him, confusion evident on his face, "Uh.. I'm still not clear on why we have children here."

Harley rolled his eyes, "We're here because our father is missing," he paused and glared at Steve, "Which is your fault by the way."