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Chapter 2; Back in the City

(A/N: Sorry if I took long. Try to read until the end too btw.)

IT WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT as groups of men scattered around each and individual corner of the luxurious occupation. Faces blank, like an empty-hollow book— unreadable to its finest.

The penthouse was well lit, shades of yellow. Soft Jazz played in the background.

A man dressed in a white dress suit slid his hands on the table, fingers tracing the well-crafted structure while he hummed slowly to the calming song. He diverted his eyes to the right, a large window showing a beautiful skyline of the city.

The City that never sleeps.

"How may I help you, boys?" He asked, plopping himself on the soft velvet chair. Two figures sat in front of him. "Need more volunteers?"

"Something with that involvement," One spoke, a hint of a Russian accent. "The other branches were unable to provide ones that would be able to survive the test, including yours."

"Well, were there any survivors?"

He nodded in response. "Two, A pair gifted by the branch of Sokovia themselves, Twins."

"What about my branch?"

"Buried. Six feet under."

He released a breath of frustration out his nose. "So, I'm guessing you no longer need my assistance?"

The other slowly nodded. "Unfortunately. The lesser we are, the better. We have tried getting other parties off of our scent. But, it seems like your branch is going in the opposite direction. We cannot have anything of that sort to interfere with our plan."

"Are you implying the attacks?" The man sighed. "What are you expecting? They released every HYDRA leak. Why wouldn't anyone try to find us?"

"That's the problem. We cannot, I repeat, We cannot have anyone finding out our connections with HYDRA or even the EIGHT's remains. This is why we are cutting our ties with you."

"You are afraid."

"We are cautious." He corrected.

"Cautious? Of what-"

As the words rolled out of his mouth, the lights suddenly went dim.

Horror-filled screams were the last ever recorded sound.

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THE CLOUDS WERE GRAY, A DARK SHADE. A groan subconsciously escaped Y/N's lips as a white-like reflection flashed on his eyes. The small wrinkles on his pillow caused sets of imprinted lines on his cheek.

His eyes squinted, covering the large window on his left with his weak hand as he groggily got out of bed. Once he stepped out of his soft mattress, another groan, this time of satisfaction as he stretched his back, relieving any tight muscles.

'Good Morning, sir.' The A.I greeted, causing Y/N to jump from the sudden voice.

"JARVIS, er- What time is it?"

'It is now 8:13 AM, sir. Surprisingly a late time for the clouds of nimbostratus type.'

He took another glance at the window on his left once his vision got more precise. It was rather dark. "Is anyone awake?"

'Mr. Stark never sleeps. Banner, Hill and Lord Odinson have been taken into a state of deep slumber. So, Captain Rogers was the next to awaken from a night's rest. Followed by Mr. Barton, Miss Romanoff-"