cryptid
/cryp·?tid/
noun
an animal that has been claimed to exist but never proven to exist
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The investigation of cryptid creatures from the general public sparked interest within SHIELD's Enh...
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"If you loved me, why'd you leave me? Take my body; take my body."
Dnipro Raion, Ukraine 1947
"WHAT, YOU THINK IT should be postponed?"
"No, I think we need to keep our options open. Do we want to waste resources on the Soldier?"
Hushed voices spoke as if Winter wasn't standing before his Commander and Primary Handler. It did not matter, of course, whether they spoke in front of him or not. Their words were not meant to be absorbed by him, or noted in any way.
He was a weapon, an asset, just as anything else was in their room. There were guns and pistols, knives and ammunition lining the walls. It was all military grade—old Soviet weapons, new HYDRA ones. Winter was worth more than this entire room; if only he would stop malfunctioning.
Yes, that's what had happened before.
That's why the serrated muzzle was clasped around the bottom half of his face again.
"Yes. Any resource wasted on securing the Soldier's whereabouts is necessary." Primary Handler Zola stated as he adjusted his glasses. "We will give him this test, he will know not to fail. If he does, we will know exactly where he is. And he will be expected to injure 017 as Schaffer sees fit."
"Schaffer isn't even an Agent of Level 9 Clearance." Commander Rumlow protested. "You know just as well as I do that my position—my Omega Level Clearance—allows me to decide what the hell my men do. Including whatever torture and retrieval you decide to give the Soldier."
Primary Handler Zola narrowed his eyes with contempt.
"Yes, but you are not the Soldier's Primary Handler." He stated. "I am. You are an Agent of HYDRA. I am it's co- founder."
"We are not the same, blah, blah." Commander Rumlow rolled his eyes, waving a hand. "Fine, but one day the Soldier will remember, and he will kill you."
Primary Handler Dr. Zola scoffed.
"Sure, if that's what you think." He replied, before turning his eyes to Звезда. "Perhaps it will learn how to use those wings under gunfire."
Commander Rumlow scowled at him.
He didn't protest any longer, instead letting out a sigh. He was annoyed, really, but what else could he do but agree? This idiot of a stubby man could send Winter after him without a second thought. Rumlow was annoyed by him, but then again, Rumlow was annoyed with most things, anyway.
