Thread: The Asset (Avengers) Moon/Lady

It was a warm day, a day in Summer perhaps. Time and Seasons didn't matter much to The Asset anymore. Not really. Temperature mattered to a degree. If it was too hot, or too cold he could not function at an appropriate level. He could still get the job done, even if he was working in sub zero temperatures but it was best when he was working in slightly cool or slightly warm environments. He didn't really have a preference, he was a computer after all, a machine. He was The Asset and nothing more, preferences where an indulgence he did not take part in. opinions where heavily discouraged and he didn't particularly like having options anyway. All he needed was the Mission. Of course, that was why he was standing there, instead of working towards his Mission. He was experiencing something new, something that...felt. He had emotions of course, dull ones. He was pleased when a mission went well. He could feel fear when a mission went badly, and relief when he was settled into his cyro-tube to sleep free of nightmares until the next time he was needed. This was something new. He stared at his Target. THE Target. Steve Rogers, A.K.A Captain America where he was battling with some sort of odd lizard that was the size of a hatchback. He was the only one there, it was an easy mission apparently if only Captain America was there. From the video clips his Handlers had shown him, Captain America was typically with a large group of people who claimed themselves as the Avengers. They where very bad at what they did. Quite inefficient. Their programming was poor, but they managed to win most of the time. If they lost, they just regrouped and did it again and again until they did win. It was... admiral. Pathetic, but admiral. These emotions though, what where they? Why did his Target feel so familiar and... precious? He felt the sudden swell to protect his Target, instead of complete his Mission and it had frozen him in place for almost an hour. Captain America was done and was speaking to the pests that where the Police. Pesky little pests. They where one of the few things that Bucky did have an opinion of. Well, he thought it was an opinion, maybe it was just something his Handlers had programmed into him. Why did he have such... emotions? Why could he not pull his precious gun and take the shot? He didn't know. But he was going to find out one way or another. Perhaps this Steve Rogers had his own codes inside his programing and made it impossible to attack him? Maybe this Steve Rogers was using a magic or a computer programing on himself somehow? He wasn't sure, but the Avengers where weak. He couldn't harm the Target but he doubted the rest of those silly, inefficient cretins where so protected. He would take a new Target. It was not in his programming to make such decisions, he knew. He was sure it was Steve Rogers fault that he was going against his programming but he could not return to his Handlers without finishing his mission or he would be punished. If he failed his mission he would be punished, and punishment was the only thing the Asset was afraid of. He turned away from Captain America, and focused his attention on a new Target. The weakest of the Avengers. Tony Stark. It wouldn't be hard to grab the pathetic pest. He was only impressive when he was covered in the red metal. It only took the Asset ten minutes to find his chance and kidnap the man. A cloth full of Chloroform and a bare minute of holding the struggling, probably screaming creature and the Asset had his new Target. He actually felt a brief twinge of disappointment. That had been way too easy. He wasted no time in returning to his hideaway and had the Target attached to a chair with ropes inside of a abandoned butcher shop. He had the Target locked inside the meat locker, it was warm enough in there without any running coolers, and it was well ventilated. The Target would wake with a hell of a headache, but what did the Asset care about that? he didn't get those things, or if he did he never noticed them. there was the added bonus of that the Target could not get out of the locker, even if he managed to free himself from the ropes and chair. being encased in metal, concrete and plaster had the added benefit of blocking all satellite signals. no cell phones, and no nano-bite aided super suit.