Forgotten

There was a loud bang as the dark haired Russian man crumpled to the ground off the chair, a hole in his stomach, blood seeping into his neatly tied jacket. His mouth opened in surprise, eyes glazed over.
The group of men took no notice as the stouter man leant over the top of the near dead victim and put his lips as close to his ear as he could muster.
The last words the dark haired man heard before everything faded to black and he lived no longer...

"Hail, Hydra..."

Or, Hydra is rebuilding itself again and they want their asset back

I suck at captions don't fight me

(I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS! ANY/ALL BELONG TO MARVEL)
(apart from a few that I made up to fit the plot)

THE WHOLE THING IS POSTED ON Ao3 I'LL POST THE REST HERE ONCE IT'S FULLY EDITED :D