Compliance.

To Comply or not to Comply. Whether you were rewarded or not depended on this.

The man heard the target move. He knew it was a just matter of time before the targets dates left, and he could take the target out.

It was a simple mission. Take out this fat, lazy, disappointment of a Hydra leader. He had promised not to be frivolous with his funds, he promised to Mr. Ward. But he broke his promise.

 Mr. Ward did not like to be lied to.

 He knew that Mr. Ward would be proud if he killed the target. And that is all he wanted. The approval of Mr. Ward.

He had a rough idea of how he came into service of Hydra, he had taken enough prisoners in and watched them be added to the cause. 

Using the Faustus method, the heads of Hydra had discovered a way to turn someone in the right direction. All you had to do was to be placed infront of the hypnotic screen, and the words would be said to you. But they were not specialized words like they used to be, back in Hydra's less refined days. No, these were different. This method allowed agents to act as they would if they had free will, unlike their previously failures who could barely think for themselves. And this method you do not have to repeat several times.

Mr. Ward could not use his method on the other heads of Hydra. They were implanted with a special Faustus-blocking chip in their brains that took too much money to take out. That is why he was here, to kill the target. And no one but Mr. Wards most loyal subordinates would know.

He could not imagine not wanting to be under the Faustus effects control. He always felt a tingle when he heard the words. He enjoyed hearing them, though he hadn't heard them lately, he was too obedient. They usually meant that he would be rewarded. Most of the time it was for more food. The second most common would be a tiny little snippet of his old life. This happened when Mr. Ward was especially proud. He knew that he had been with Hydra since the age of four, that he was now fifteen, that his parents were loyal and gave him to the cause. And that he was originally from New York City.

But nothing he could do could top his greatest achievement. The acquisition of his powers. The day when he became more than a number in his personal hero Mr. Ward's eyes. He had become what so many others had failed at becoming. And Mr. Ward gave him the ultimate gift. A name.

The Wülf Spyder.

Otherwise known as Волчий Паук. It was tribute to his not-really-predecessor, The Winter Soldier. The Soldier had been called the White Wolf, so they thought this was fitting. His name was Spyder for short, he loved having a name. Being assigned a number was pleasant too, but having a name was so much more special to him than just Agent #42.

He felt unique.

Barely at all would anyone else recieve a name, only the best and brightest

And Spyder was definitely the best and the brightest.

Spyder's train of thought broke off when he heard the target shuffling. He was about to enter his limo, he sighed. The two women were both still attached to the targets arms. 

He would just have to ice them.

He swiftly pulled out two guns. One was classified as an Icer. It was used to knock people out for roughly thirty minutes. Then he pulled out his real gun. He had a few bullets missing of course. He had already shot the tires so they could not go anywhere. He took aim, and shot the women and chauffeur with the Icer. They probably were innocent, and Mr. Ward wanted less innocents dying at the hands of Hydra so that S.H.I.E.L.D. would leave them alone for a while.

He webbed a building, and swung down. He had special powers, ones that allowed him to stick to any surface. He could also shoot webs from his wrists with the help of mechanical devices. Mr. Ward specifically instructed him to create the image of a spider-like demon for himself, the target deserved to know he had disappointed his leader.

The target was terrified, of course, who would not be when a demon-figure shot his men and women.

Spyder's suit was black for stealth ops. It was spandex. Tight against his skin. It had dark grey spiderweb patterns that eventually converged on his chest into a spider logo. The neck had a built-in necklace thing that had sliver spikes that curved, some bigger, some smaller. All symmetrical. They were supposed to look like Wolf claws and teeth. A symbol, probably to remind the enemy and himself that he would fig tooth and claw for Hydra.

On the head it had two big ears, Wolf ears, he supposed. A mask to keep his identity secret, black with the same dark grey patterns. But it had eyes that terrified even the strong-hearted. They were slightly round, yet pointed at the corners. They squinted when Spyder squinted. They were devilish looking, a dark, scarlet red in color. But with a white dot to indicate where the spider was looking. Though Spider only had two eyes, the mask made it look like there were eight. Though it had a terrifying affect on targets, the eyes made him and Mr. Ward smile.

He had, as every intelligent agent would, shot out the security cameras. He did not need S.H.I.E.L.D. going after him as it would be an annoyance and an incovenience.

He walked slowly towards the target. By the horrid smell in the air, he could tell the man had wet himself.

Disgusting.

He wrinkled his nose and tapped on his wrist for his Interrogation Mode. The man scrambled backwards."Что бы они вам ни платили, я заплачу вам в десять раз больше!"

(W-whatever they're paying you, I'll pay y-you ten times that amount!")

 Winter shook his head. He only felt revolted as he saw one of the "leaders" of HYDRA trying to buy him out. It was for this exact reason that Mr. Ward had sent him after the target.

Spyder narrowed his eyes at the man. He could feel the masks eyes aligning too. He snarled in the Interrogation Mode. "Именно по этой причине мистер Уорд послал меня за тобой. Ты подонок. Не достоин звания одного из лидеров HYDRA."

(It was for this reason that Mr. Ward sent me after you. You are a scum. Not worthy of the title of one of HYDRAs leaders.)

The man started pleading for his life. "Н-нет, нет-нет, я не хочу умирать! »Tears were flowing freely from his eyes.« Пожалуйста! Пожалуйста!"

(N-no, no no I don't wanna die! Please! Please!)

He was still pleading when Spyder shot him between the eyes.

He found himself swinging through the buildings carrying the dead male. He would have been hard to carry, if it were not for his super strength. He could lift 20,000 lbs easily. Anymore than that was more of a workout. So this sack of potatoes felt like nothing to him.

He swung around. Admiring the city. It was New York. Queens, to be exact. It was a bustling place full of lights and people. It would be easy to kill people. There was many places to hide and snipe somebody too.

He finally came to the place he should. He tapped on the window. A woman came to the door. 

"The Wülf Spyder. Come in. The Head is waiting for you." The woman had a blank voice. Monotone. She had resisted when exposed to the Faustus method. Therefore she had forfeited her memories and was not given a name. Spyder seemed to recall her number was something like #279.

He walked with her, rivulets of blood dripping from the body. He did not care. Some other person would clean the mess up.

He entered the office. Sitting behind was his master. Mr. Ward sat, looking calculating at me. He broke into a grin. "Ah, Spyder. Good work. I saw what you did, I liked how you intimidated him. It was very effective." Spyder felt himself become so happy from the praise. It was a warm feeling. He loved it.

Spyder wanted to ask him something. "Permission to-" he scowled and turned off Interrogation Mode. He could feel Mr. Ward's disappointment in him for his mistake as the easy smile left his lips. 

"I apologize sir. May I have permission to take off the mask?" Spyder held his breath. He did not want Mr. Ward to be angry with him. It made him feel guilty and sad.

"Permission granted, Spyder. You may take off the mask." Spyder let out a sigh of relief. He tapped one of the smaller eyes on the mask, and it expanded, allowing him to take it off. The mask could not be removed without the button, lest the mask would take his head off with it.

"You did good Spyder," Mr. Ward continued on, his smile back on his lips. "There were no traces that Hydra had anything to do with Mr. Englemen's death." He nodded towards the body. It shifted in my arms, blood staining the no doubt expensive carpet.

He suddenly snapped. "Agent #279! Take the body and dump it in the morgue. Also, send someone up here to clean it right away!"

I was on edge. Even though Mr. Ward usually gave a sense of security, he would snap at the slightest thing. Reminding me that I was with Hydra's most prominent leader.

He whipped his head around to look at me. "Spyder, I have a new mission for you."Spyder felt a tingle of excitement. He had been created for missions, for killing. They were his life's purpose and when even a second went by that wasn't a mission he felt useless. He wanted to be active, stay strong.

"I need you to give yourself up to The Avengers."

Spyder could not  believe his super sensitive ears. It was unthinkable. He was the best agent in Hydra currently, excluding Mr. Ward, of course. If anyone could do this mission, it was him.

Mr. Ward just looked at the frustrated boy amusedly. Watching the gears in his brain working furiously.

Spyder then twitched, he knew what he was supposed to do.

"Sir?"

"You know what you're supposed to do now, Spyder?"

Spyder hesitated. "Permission to rough them up a little bit?" He inquired hopefully.

"Do whatever you see fit, Spyder."

A wide, shit-eating grin slowly found itself on the boy's face. He was going to have fun.

Should I make a part two to this?

I feel really guilty for not updating all this time

I hope this makes it up to you

This is completely unedited

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