FIVE TWO TARGETS

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"We need to go," The Winter Soldier instructed as Erebus was in the middle of getting his gear on. He had woken up about twenty minutes ago and he knew they had somewhere to be, but the soldier could be a bit nicer about it. He supposed the man was tired of sleeping since he had been asleep for most of the ninety years he had been alive, but still, Erebus had no problems with it. They were only human, after all. Well, mostly. "The team at S.H.I.E.L.D failed, Captain America is on the run. We need to get to the house of the acting director. Alexander Pierce. I have an address and coordinates, can you get us there?

Erebus sighed, he was still a little tired and he hadn't had his coffee yet. He seemed to be undoubtedly a bit more human than the Winter Soldier, which Eerbus found odd. He had to chalk it up to the fact that the other man had been frozen for significantly longer than Erebus had so maybe he had lost more of himself. Then again, the soldier had been working for HYDRA much longer than Erebus had. This was his first mission, but it was probably the man's hundredth. He would want to get it over with as soon as possible too if that were the case. It didn't matter, anyway, it wasn't like Erebus knew who he used to be anyway. Might as well give into the chaos of it all. He stared out the window at the night sky -- they had become mostly nocturnal to keep their cover since they could only move at night. Erebus thought he remembered liking sunrises, but he wasn't quite sure.

"Yeah, I'll get us there," the man nodded as held out his arm for the soldier to grab onto. He blinked and they were outside a large house -- if you could even call it that. One more moment and they were inside. They waited in the shadows at the dining table. He knew Pierce was expecting them, but they couldn't exactly knock on his front door since there were eyes everywhere. Unsurprisingly, Erebus's power had become their safest form of travel.

The man, Alexander Pierce, entered the kitchen and he seemed to notice the two men immediately, but he didn't say anything. Instead, his housekeeper asked, "I'm going to go, Mr. Pierce. You need anything before I leave?"

"No, uh, it's fine, Renata," Pierce called out, "You can go home."

"Okay, night-night," the woman bid her goodbyes as the sound of the front door slamming could be heard.

As soon as the door shut and the three were alone, Pierce looked at them with a bored expression and asked, "Want some milk?" Neither of them responded. "The timetable has moved. Our window is limited. Two targets, level six. They already cost me Zola. I want confirmed death in ten hours."

"Sorry, Mr. Pierce, I--" the female voice interrupted them and they had been discovered. "I forgot my phone."

Alexander Pierce groaned, "Oh, Renata, I wish you would have knocked."

With that, he pulled Bucky's handgun off of the table and shot the woman. She shrieked and he shot her again as the three of them watched her fall to the ground. Erebus sighed. Should have knocked.

"As I was saying," Pierce turned back to them, "Erebus, you're getting promoted from transportation --"

"Was I really just here to get you from Point A to Point B?" Eerebus asked with a scoff as he turned to the still silent Winter Soldier. He really wasn't that talkative and while he sat shrouded in shadow, Erebus understood why. He was a man of mystery, wasn't he? Erebus never had such a flair for the dramatics. When the other man didn't answer, Erebus just shook his head. "I knew it."

"You're to help the Winter Soldier take out the second target," Pierce explained further, "Steve Rogers is still the main target, but you need to eliminate his allies as well. Black Widow, also known as Natasha Romanoff, is believed to be assisting Captain America as they were seen travelling together through a mall, but after that we have no idea where Rogers is. We believe they are working with another man by the name of Sam Wilson, however, we do not know his relation to Rogers or Romanoff nor do we have any other information besides pictures of Rogers and Wilson jogging together from a few days ago. I want you to take out all three of the, but most importantly Romanoff and Rogers. Understood?"

Both men nodded, but something struck Erebus as odd. He had heard the name Sam Wilson before, but he couldn't quite remember where. He wondered if he had known Sam in his old life, but that couldn't be possible. He didn't remember anything or anyone from who he was before, HYDRA made sure of that. He was Erebus, no one else. Nothing was supposed to be able to deter that. So, why did that name sound so familiar?

"Are you sure this is the first we are hearing of Sam Wilson?" Erebus found himself asking before he had even realized the words had left his mouth. He could hear the man beside him sigh as they really weren't supposed to be asking questions. Thier job was to receive and carry out orders without any second guessing or questioning, but Erebus couldn't help himself.

Pierce nodded, "This is the first we've heard of him, yes. Why? Do you know him?"

This was a test, Erebus knew it. If he started showing signs of remembering his old life, there was a chance he could be terminated or he would go through the brainwashing process again and that was not a process he wanted to go through. It was painful, soul-tearing, that was all he remembered from it.

He shook his head, "No. I don't. The mission is understood, thank you sir."

"Yeah, thanks for making me kill my housekeeper," Pierce scoffed, "I liked her. You two get out of my sight, I'll get someone to come clean this up."

Both men nodded and the Winter Soldier clasped his hand on Erebus's shoulder and in moments they were back at the safehouse. Erebus still felt odd about this elusive Sam Wilson, but knowing how fiercly loyal the Winter Soldier was to HYDRA and how much he seemed to despise Erebus, he was going to keep such questions to himself from now on.

"Great, two new targets," the Winter Soldier muttered as he went to remove his heavy gear, wiping off his dripping black paint he used to keep himself looking mysterious. Erebus figured that was the only purpose for it, since it didn't do much to disguise his features. "Fan-fucking-tastic."

"I'm sure we'll kill them just as brutally as Rogers, don't worry," Erebus scoffed as he too removed his gear. He wished he had an easier uniform to take on and off, but at least he was protected should anything dangerous happen.

"I know we will, but Rogers is slippery and I can only assume his friends will be, too. Ten fucking hours," the man groaned, "Come on, we've got some work to do."

this chapter is so SHORT I'm sorry i know its been like two months since i updated this but hey i put that this has slow updates for a REASON