#hydra verse

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Closed- Heirs to an empire

Steve Rogers came into the apartment late that night. Things might have gone perfectly and as according to plan, but he was very tired. Had to put on a show for the rest of this little circus. He dropped the shield just inside the door as the ai system secured the door and welcomed him home. Removing the helmet and tossing it, as he walked inside.

"Secure perimeter." He ordered, before grabbing a bottle of alcohol from the cabinet and pouring himself a glass.

"Perimeter secured. Welcome home Agent Rogers."

Once that was dealt with he smiled to himself. Moving to sit on the couch as he propped his feet up. He knew the other was near by.

"You gonna come sit with me, baby?"

@redstarsandnightmares

[serumsoldiers]

@americasfineasscaptain

“Ready to comply.” Buckys voice echoed through the room. He nearly left in panic because he felt there was too much emotion in his voice, no one could know that he was faking having no memories. It was a plan that him and Steve came up with. Sure his mind was always being erased because Steve kept waking him up but the longer he could go without and the more he could write down in his journal the better. Bucky feared that they would mess up his memories so bad, he’d become a vegetable eventually.

Thankfully no one noticed and he was allowed to now leave. Of course with another mission he did not want to do. He was to pass on the mission to Steve who worked with him. He entered the room they shared and stood at the doorway.

“Captain? We have a mission.” He called out, hoping his best friend was there. 

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Just a memory- closed

Vincent was starting to question things. Whether it was because of the bullet hole in his ribs, or the blood loss, or some deep seated programing he still hadn't beaten yet, he couldn't tell. But all he could do was keep going. Even when his metal leg started to become heavier and heavier. Even when he felt like the metal arm in his left shoulder would rip out of it's socket.

He was running on fumes. He didn't know what part of his mind were even his own. The only thing he could see clearly was a face. Crystal blue eyes. He was just hoping that the man he'd tracked down was the one he remembered. Or thought he did. Still holding the gunshot wound with his flesh hand, he 'knocked' on the door. Well more banged his fist on it. But he couldn't really control it at this rate. @vvolfstare

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NEW MUSE ALERT

Request muse, to be added to the Marvel character list.

Captain Hydra has joined the lobby.

Like this or come into my dms to plot with the dark Captain.

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Closed - Breaking in weapons

Continued from ask [Here]

Vincent felt his stomach churn when Rumlow called him the pet names. It reminded him how much dominion the man had over him. As long as he was Vince's handler he was forced to have to obey him. He could fight it,... he always could fight it, but he knew Brock would always win.

He clenched his fists then looking down at the floor to try and keep himself from shaking.

"Don't fucking call me that."

@skullsandsteel

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Closed - the Ghost

Vincent stalked through the trees with practiced precision. Focused on any and all movement. The target wasn't human and his handler warned him that he would be more than difficult. The Russian slowly creeping along the shadows completely unafraid. Pistol drawn, and rested against his metal hand which gripped the combat knife he favored.

His movements were mechanical. Not just from the cybernetic limbs but everything about him. He was a wolf without hunger. His orders the only thing driving him forward.

>Acquire target - > Secure target - > Return to base-

These words were law in his mind just as the activation code his handler spoke into his ear like a prayer to the devil himself.

So he continued. Ready to fire, and subdue his target as soon as he caught sight of him. @ashortdropandasuddenstop

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Vincent felt utterly abandoned when Bucky escaped Hydra. They even told him Buck never cared what happened to him. Left alone in the claws of Hydra, Vincent Rissev died. And The Red Ghost was reborn.

Hydra verse for Vincent.

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Closed - My Captain and Collar

Ghost had no idea what year it was. It all blurred together after a while and what little he did remember in between the cryo pod stays, was painful at best. Today was no different than the thousands before it. Waking to the hiss of the pod, and the shivering cold as his body slowly came back to life. How he even managed to stay alive this long was a mystery. Even to him.

He had lost the will the disobey and more over, to fight. His will was shattered decades ago, and replaced with the need to please the one with the leash. Even if they pulled it, and choked him till he couldn't see. He was a dog loyal to his masters even if he was too broken to see the sickening truth behind that.

When the door opened and the technicians spoke to who ever came into the room he didn't move. He wasn't told to. He just stood still as stone as the scientists prodded and performed maintenance on his cybernetic limbs.

"Ah, Captain Rogers! An honor as always, we have the weapon you will be charged with sir! Please, take a look." The short rotund scientist chirped, almost like a child ready to show off his science experiment to a teacher.

Great. Another one.

@shieldsandblood