𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃. The younger Stark man made his way to the back of his S.H.I.E.L.D grade truck and pulled out his bow and quiver of arrows, throwing them both over his shoulder. He had his eyes scanning the area as he made his way closer and closer to the entrance of the facility that he was supposed to infiltrate. His dark hair was still styled as it had been for the party, but it was beginning to fall out of the style with every step he took and every snap of his head that he had.
He knew that Nick Fury wanted him to go out and retrieve something that would help S.H.I.E.L.D take down HYDRA in the long run, and that was all James wanted. After he had seen what HYDRA had done to Scarlett, and everything else that they had done with their horrors, he was ready to shut them down. He was ready to make everyone who ever worked for HYDRA, and who currently did, pay. Even if it meant that he was going to bring out his Executioner personality.
But that was the thing, that was the only way he was going to get through with it all. He was going to have to have his Executioner personality come out to play and make all of his foes pay for what they had done to the people that he cared about. And that was a sacrifice that James was willing to make, even though with each step he took into the dark side of his own mind, the further he was from the lighter part. He always had a struggle against his two personalities, and he knew that, sooner or later, it was going to be the death of him.
A heavy sigh left his lips as he began to survey the entire area, his mind drifting off as he thought about Natasha. He couldn't help but wonder what was going on with Natasha and the rest of the party as he was off on a mission of his own. But knowing his friends, even with a party and a positive mindset, they were going to get into something that they wouldn't be prepared to go through with. That was the life the Avengers lived through with, and that was what they were going to have to deal with because of their stature as humans.
The large building in front of him was large and practically in ruins, which made him wonder why HYDRA would pick such an obvious hideout. He was already practically decked out with all of his extra weapons and toys that he would need for his mission and after a few seconds of preparing himself for what he was about to do, before approaching the building. HIs mind began to prepare for the Executioner to step up to the plate, and by the time he was breaking the security system of the building, the Executioner was in play and James was only a distant memory.
The Executioner slipped into the building and he held a gun in his hand as he began to make his way through the broken down building, listening in as he crept through the destructed walls. He snapped his head around him and whenever another being would approach him, he was quick to take them out, shooting them in the head. Of course, he had his silencer on his gun and he was prepared to do whatever it took to get through with the mission.
As the Executioner spent relatively fifteen minutes on the first level of the building, he was able to take out a good chunk of their goons, which was good for him. Going down level by level, he was able to figure out that he was going to be able to go through with his mission in the way that he would need to go. But then, just as it always happened, complications began to arise.
He lifted his chin as warning sirens began to blare throughout the building and he let out an annoyed sigh. Reaching behind him, he grabbed his bow and an arrow from the quiver and held himself in a defensive stance. He narrowed his eyes as he glanced around himself before he fired an arrow, which found itself a home in one of the HYDRA thug's neck. He snapped his head around and watched as various other HYDRA agents began to make their way toward him and he unleashed arrow after arrow until he had to switch from his bow to his gun.
But as he was fighting, something stuck into the back of his neck, making him reach behind to pull it out; to find a dart. He narrowed his eyes at the dart that was shot into the back of his neck, and then he snapped his head up to see the crowd of HYDRA agents surrounding him completely. As the Executioner collapsed to his knees, a woman approached him, standing over him as her eyes narrowed at him.
From the way that she looked at him, she could very well tell who the hell was kneeling in front of her. He could assume that she was the head of HYDRA, and one of the obstacles of his mission. But he was the one who was outsmarted, which was something that he had never experienced. She reached for him and grabbed ahold of his face, pinching his cheeks in as she narrowed her eyes at him. And the way that she looked at him, wasn't a comforting thing to James, because he was able to piece together what had happened.
"James Stark," The woman hissed at him in a low tone, tilting her head to the side as she gave him a smirk. "We've been expecting you, Executioner, and believe me, we have some plans for you."
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Executioner's Song ― 𝐍. 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐅𝐅.Fanfiction
❝Baby, you and I are just the same. Two people playing the executioner's song behind a bunch of heroes' cries.❞ © 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐔...