"SOLDIER!"

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"Ready to comply"

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2 months later

"Soldier. You have a new mission."

"Yes sir." A file was pushed towards me, pictures and information filling it.

"This person is an immediate threat to hydra, and must be terminated at all costs."

"Yes sir. Hail hydra"

"Hail hydra"

I walked out of the room, the file underneath my arm. Left, right, right, left. My body moved on it's own through the labyrinth of hallways, coming to my room. The guard stationed in front nodded, the door buzzing and sliding open, shutting immediately as I walked in.

I slid down against the wall, shaking the file out onto it.

In the front, a photo of a man wearing a white shirt, beige pants and combat shoes. He had a strong build, blue eyes and blond cropped hair. Something in the back of my mind seemed to remember something, but it wasn't clear. Shaking my head, I kept reading.

Name- Steven grant Rodgers.
Born- Brooklyn, New York. July 4th 1918
Parents- Sarah Rodgers (deceased), Joseph Rodgers (deceased)

Information- enemy of hydra, was treated with super-soldier serum. Went under ice in 1945, found by Shield in 2011. Weakness, legs.

Known allies- anthony stark, Natalia romanova, Robert banner, Clinton Barton, Thor odinson, Nicholas fury

Current address- avengers compound, 890 Fifth Avenue in the borough of Manhattan in New York City.

He kept reading through, the rest mostly useless information. As he read, he thought of his plan for the assassination. It should be easy.

Hopefully

Wait, why did he think that? Of course he could, nothing and no one could stop him.

No one.

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"Hey capsical, could you pass the salt?" The billionaire called over the table, reaching his hand out to receive the container.

"How was the meeting?" Steve mused.

"Meh, same as always. Boring, unimportant and a waste of my time."

"It couldn't have been that bad."

"You try going to meetings everyday, where all they do is argue about checkered or striped ties."

"I thought this was a meeting about hydras suspected new asset?"

"Oh it was. All assumptions though I'm guessing, no hard proof at all. Could be a hit man, there's not even much proof that a lot of the recent ones are connected, apart from the fact that they don't know who the killer was, and it was done extremely well. Not even a trace left."

"That's still something-"

"Not enough to accuse the people we've been trying to track down for years that haven't shown signs of even operating anymore."

"Tony, I know hydra is a soft spot for you, it is for me to but we've been over it, it's been 2 years now, maybe you should just let it all g-"

"NO. I'm not letting this go. It will never not be a soft spot for me, so don't act like it's not big deal."

"I'm not, but it shouldn't stop you from doing you job-"

"It's not my job. I didn't sign up for this. How about you go to the next one. I'm sure you'd be happy to go on another ghost hunt. Because that's your job isn't it?" Tony felt a sharp pain through his hand, looking down to see the remains of the now smashed salt shaker. The rest of the avengers sat quietly, watching the quarrel.

"I'm not hungry." He murmured, getting up and pushing his seat back, the scraping sound making the team flinch. All but Natasha, who was suddenly very alert.

"Someone is here..."

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Dammit

He had been foolish. As he was observing the argument, the assaulting noise came as a surprise, ringing out in his head, making him groan slightly. Which was where he made his mistake.

"Someone is here..."

Not waiting any longer, he jumped out from behind the large plant he was hiding behind, drawing his metal hand towards his dagger. The surprised group took a second to register what was going on, giving him the advantage. He grabbed his handgun from its holder, not waiting for a second to aim it towards the one that fit his targets description.

The resounding bang rung out, the bullet hitting home. But, the man had moved slightly, so the bullet sat into his shoulder, just to the right of his heart.

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The intruder jumped out from behind a large pot plant, a rather hideous one pepper made him keep- settling non less then 10 metres from them.

The man, whom tony assumed was male, was dressed head to toe in black. Red tinted goggles covered his eyes, a mask over his mouth. A hoodie covered his hair, where only a small amount was showing, a light brown. He had straps over his chest, another one on his back, which seemed to be holding a rifle to his back. A gun was fastened around his thigh, black combat boots on his feet. But two things stood out.

One, being the metal arm, glinting from the lamp on the coffee table. two, being the blood red symbol on his hip. It was that symbol. The one that had been taughting him for two years.

Hydra.

He spared no time in pulling out his gun, immediately firing at Steve, who moved slightly too slowly, hitting home in his shoulder.

"принеси мне Роджерс, и никто не пострадает" the assassin growled, Natasha and Clint growling slightly as well.

"нет. ты уходишь, и мы не сможем тебя убить." Nat snarled back.

"Give him to me" he stated simply, gripping a knife that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

"Who?" I stated, glancing at my teammates so that I could be looking anywhere but the murderous eyes.

"Give me Rodgers." I looked to Steve, who's mouth was slightly agape as he held pressure to his shoulder, but his glare never faltered. The intruder seemed to be battling with something insides his mind, before coming to a conclusion.

Fires seemed to light in his dark brown eyes, a sudden purpose that set a chill down Tony's spine.

And then, almost faster than tony could see, he was there.

And that's I'll I've written so far in my oneshots book! From now on I'll be posting on here, so I hope u enjoy the rest of the story ^~^

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