Thread: Be Known, the Truth-(Marvel) Lady/Fox

It was by far the hardest mission he had yet. Asset needed to take a victim, alive. He wasn't allowed to kill the Target, he wasn't allowed to kill the Mission. He could hurt him but not permanently and he had to be careful not to hurt him too much. He was settled on the roof across the street from the Target his sniper rifle in his hands, staring down the scope. Black goggles protecting him from the glare of the sun which hurt his sensitive eyes. Commander had been very careful with his hair as well, pulling it back out of his face and tying it tightly behind his head in what he called 'a tiny tail'. It was out of his eyes and that was what mattered. Truth was h liked his Handler and his Commander far more than he had ever liked anyone he had ever come across before. He didn't care that they where, or where not Hydra, they where his handler and commander, he obeyed them and that was that. So if they told him to take the Target, the Mission alive, he would do so. He aimed the gun, accounted for wind speed and the reflection angle of the window and the rebound of the bullet striking the window and pulled the trigger. It hit dead center to where he was aiming, slicing through the flesh of the Targets arm, leaving a thin line of blood behind that probably burned like fire. Exactly as he'd wanted, h straightened, long enough for the Target to see him, and then took off running through across the rooftops like a mouse teasing a cat. Only once that cat got close enough, the mouse turned into a dog. He had to be careful though, because even if dogs where the predators to cats, cats could still win. He had to be faster than the cat right now, and he was, sliding down a railing like he was snowboarding. He never had been, but Commander had seen him do it before and had remarked. Asset wasn't entirely sure what snowboarding was, but he supposed it didn't matter either. He hit the ground running, dipping and swerving through the crowds because he knew the Target would not try to shoot him if other people where in the way, meaning he had to follow or loose his mouse. He turned to look, this also carefully calculated, watching the other run, watching him come closer, letting him come closer. Then he ducked into an alley, n people, waiting, waiting, flinging his metal arm out and catching the Cat with what Commander called a 'clothesline' across the neck. It would drop even the Asset, getting hit like that, but just to be sure Asset drew forth one of the special guns that his Handler had given him, the ones with a dendrotoxin inside instead of bullets and shot the cat twice before raising a phone to his ear. Cat has been caught in the mousetrap. Asset wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but it made Commander giggle, so he would tolerate it. He was delighted to be picked up and to get his reward. Solid food was a fresh new for him, and he was eager to get his hands on the pancakes, still hot, that the Commander had waiting for him. He was still eating the pancakes twenty minutes later when they had the Cat strapped into a mousetrap made of metal that even Asset, using all his strength of his metal arm which surpassed the strength of the Target, according to the strength test results that his Handler had gotten his hands on, could bend. Cat was trapped, for now. He was licking the syrup off of his fingers when the Cat woke up and he watched the Cat closely, his head tilted, the lights dim to keep Assets eyes from hurting. Alexander Pierce watched all this with a small smile, amused and wondering if Steve Rogers would think himself insane? Watching the man that had taken down a super soldier so easily, sitting there in front of you, eating pancakes and swinging his legs like a small child. That was, really, what the Soldier was. Just a child, who obeyed because that was what children did. He watched the Soldier eat his pancakes, while he watched the now trapped Captain America with interest and curiosity. Pierce would not continue until the Soldier had finished his pancakes though, he had earned those treats and he would not take them away. He knew as soon as he moved, the Soldier would abandon his food and spring to attention. The Soldier was too malnourished to afford to abandon such a healthy cocktail of vitamins and minerals packed into sugar filled treats. It never ceased to amaze him how Rumlow could sneak so many vegetables and fruits into a single round disk of bread. The Soldier loved them so much, that there as nothing else he wanted for a ob well done. It was also really fun to watch the confusion play across Rogers face, watching such a frightening man eat pancakes.