Purple-Slime - Rose Van Helsing

John pov

"We don't need a damn chaperone, WE AREN'T INSECURE SCARED LITTLE KIDS WHO ARE LITERALLY INCAPABLE OF ANYTHING. ARE WE PETER, ARE WE A BUNCH OF SHITTY USELESS PUSSY'S WITH NO BACKBONE." I bellowed at the young mutant. Peter visibly shrunk before me fear etched into his gentle sarcastic features and I looked at my reflection in the metal walls. What I saw shook me to the core, a deep scowl , clenched fists, and a look pure and true rage stared back at me.

I took calming deep breaths and turned away from Peter but he still followed me into the hangar and up onto the jet. We arrived at Washington DC and I really don't like what I saw... What I saw were bombed out buildings, destroyed bridges, and symbols of American pride like the Washington monument completely eradicated. Symbols that used to stand for the very thing the red skull and his alliance we completely opposed to, freedom.

Even Peter, who having just walked into the cockpit of the cloaked jet stood in stunned silence of the distruction that was brought on this once great state of Washington. We landed in the outskirts near a destroyed bridge and began to explore the city. I was slightly surprised to see a hundred and fifty foot soldiers patrolling the area around the Whitehouse and the streets surrounding it. Myself and Peter were crouched behind an overturned car on in the surrounding streets running along the white house street.

There were several military Outposts set up around the white house and one was right ahead. I peeked out from behind the overturned vehicle and quickly observed the defenses of the Hydra military checkpoint. A four way cement road barrier was blocking the intersection blocking the checkpoint and at least two dozen foot soldiers and a command office at the head of the outpost.

The outpost leads into an old storefront that I'm curious about.
I ducked back down and asked Peter "I need to get into that room without making alot of noise". " Why they are just foot soldiers" he responded. "trust me, this just feels...off" I said getting goosebumps.

"Okay I trust you" he said. "Here" I say handing him a covert earpeice mic. He quietly disappeared and I made my way forward in silent crouch sprint. I slide behind the roadblock barrier just as two soldiers neared.

"You want a smoke" one Hydra agent asked another. It wasn't until I reached for a weapon and I didn't find one that I fully realized that I don't have anything besides street clothes and a backpack. I'm totally fucked I thought to myself. It took me five minutes but I managed to circle the soldiers and snap the ones neck and grab the other smokers knife from his waist and drove it through his jugular vein.

I tossed the two soldiers bodies behind the road block. I once again settled into a crouch and began sneaking my way towards the store front and hide behind the corner. Having heard the mutterings of a lone Hydra watchmen.

Peter soft voice came over my mic "you clear" he said. I turned the corner and stabbed the man through his Temple. Then Peter was beside me and with apprehension made our to the back of the store. I hid behind a corner while Peter hides behind a huge box.

Two people were tied to chairs a bald elderly man with graying beard and a long tattered trench coat and black eye patch. The other a younger woman in her late thirties, Caucasian, light brown hair, wearing a long a scarlet red coat, but her eyes are the most interesting a dark brown irises that showed a sheer brokenness of a damaged soul. Then as I continued to analyze the scene before me my rage threatened to control me as the very same woman that broke into my childhood home, murdered my father, and caused me to live in hiding. The very same woman I hold a deep incomparable hatred towards stood in front of these two war prisoners giving orders to the two Hydra goons.

I then looked at Peter hefting my  knife so I'd throw it at the older women's skull. I flick my wrist and tossed the knife as it sailed through the air end over end, hilt over blade. I sadistically envisioned the blade sinking into her flesh, peircing her skull, and the dull thud of her lifeless body hitting the concrete tiling.

I was enraged by the fact that she shifted her weight and that my blade didn't kill her but peirced the entirely of her face from her chin to her ear. The knife embedded itself into in the far wall and the young woman cried out from her wound falling to her knees Peter quickly appeared behind the two war prisoners and disabled the woman's glowing blue power inhibiting bonds. The woman turned a clear cut look of hatred aimed directly at me.

I stared back at her in retaliation my hate, vengeance, and pain fueling my scowl and for a micro second she flinched. She threw down a smoke grenade and disappeared clearly having calculated the risk of capture. When the smoke cleared she was gone. Tiny droplets of blood on the floor were the only trace of her having been there.

I collected the blood with a peice of torn cloth dancing against the droplets. Deep down inside my soul I knew that this was my father's killer but to keep my sanity I needed proof... I needed evidence to truly know that it was her. I folded the cloth and placed it in my pocket. I walked forward and pulled the knife out of the wall cleaning the blade against his pants he then tossed the knife at the soldier inching his way towards his plasma riffle.

Slinging the dead soldiers riffle across my shoulder I introduced myself "John Castle, rebel agent, and the punisher." "Nick fury rebel agent and former director of s.h.i.e.l.d". "Hey it been awhile" the woman responded kindly. "Yeah, it has Wanda, it's been a long time" I answered solemnly.

With the new additions to the group we decided to claim the rest of Washington. After we destroyed the troops and invaded the main base in the white house and cleared it of danger we called in back up to help secure the site. I can honestly say that I took great pleasure in shooting down Hydra flags hanging from the front windows of the white house. Falcon and Maria hill both arrived securing the site and taking command making it an official rebel safe haven.

I pulled a .50 caliber sniper rifle from the corpse of a dead Hydra agent and Peter and I are went to leave the newly established safehouse and we walked down the steps when suddenly a sniper shot rang out peircing the Serene silence and shooting my close friend clear through his heart. I quickly scrambled behind cover and pulled my new weaponry from my back. I then popped out of cover and returned fire killing the man with a glancing headshot. I slumped against the cold hard masonry of the pillar behind me and grief threatened to overcome me, not only because Peter died but because the last thing I said to him was nothing but the enraged rantings that were completely pointless.

I walked towards the plane dejectedly thinking about Peter the whole time. When you know someone, when you really know them a part of you dies with them.  War teaches you alot but all the things you don't want to learn. In war you see alot but all the wrong sights.

Getting on the plane I put it on auto pilot and closed my eyes as I didn't have to wait long before until sleep conquered me. I was in the dinning hall with Peter, Sam, Sophie, and Tyreese. Me and Peter were clowning Sam for Clint beating the shit out of him (Sam thought he could beat Clint and openy challenged and disrespected him). Tyreese was reading a book about a young Ohio senator who was in the air Force and is running for president. Sophie was doing an assignment for Harold. I joyfully clapped Peter on the back before Sam tackled me "I'll show you not to make fun of me" he said with Mock anger slugging me twice.

I rolled us over slugging him once and pinning him to the floor. I woke up as the mountains came into view and as I landed everyone was their waiting as they planed a surprised late birthday party for me but the look I gave them immediately signaled that something was wrong. Everyone looked around as if noticing for the first time that Peter wasn't with me. He's dead... Peter's dead... I will be in the gym" I said my voice quavering. Arriving in the gym I ran lapse I don't know how many I ran or for how long... I just ran.

The only thing I knew was that I was seeing red, I was so angry to be of any real use of anyone. Finally I stopped tumbling to the ground , my chest rising and falling heavily. I panted in fast erratic patterns completely out of breath. A searing burning sensation was in my calfs and the entirely of my legs. I laid there for hours before getting to my feet with a groan I made my way to the bunks ad collapsed exhaustian and fatigue having settled in.

I'm blissfully fell into the everlasting darkness of remsleep. I sleep restlessly for several hours until an alarm goes off.... My alarm. I dragged myself to my feet and began to take up every assignment possible mission after mission drowning myself in work.

I scouted supplies, conquered bases, killing and running off Hydra soldiers out of their own territory, and Ruthlessly slaughtered any Hydra goon or doombot without mercy, until everyone knew me. I didn't head back to the mountains base for awhile.