A dream come true

buy you a mockingbird

Dr. Brandon was paragon of such a man who possessed many virtues, respected by his superiors and inferiors for getting his matters done at any cost affordable, his co workers could envy him only for his short amounted succes in HYDRA or SHIELD, that's what others would call it, but only he knew it was not in fact short amounted or free, yes he was in a respectable position but the cost he paid to get there was not acceptable in his eyes, he would trade it all to get his two most valuable jwels back in his life if he could.

He could not buy them back but the only thing he could do was make their loss worth it, his only goal in life was to turn his beautiful late wife's dreams come true, he only had to prove their theories right, show the world they were speaking the truth when they proposed such idea, their blueprints were in fact practically possible not just some midnight dream. He would prove everyone wrong, he didn't accept this world as his own, he took this world as his enemy that he fought everyday, it was him against the whole world and everyone around him were making him question his virtues all the time,

"What's taking so long, doctor?" His British accent echoed,

"We're working on the stabilizer, sir. If you give us more time-"

"That's what I've been hearing from one week!" He raised his voice,

"we just n-"

"You do realise those jokers in colorful suits are after our arses, do you not? We don't have much time."

"We are doing everything in our power-"

"Two days." Brandon simply said,

"What?"

"I give you two days to stabilize the cube, if not then you can kindly leave this job or I'll make you." He warned sternly that could send chill down anyone's spine.

"Y-yes, sir." The doctor replied to his best courage before taking his leave,

"What about the planned attack on Romanoff and Barton?" He turned to an agent who was standing still until now waiting to be called,

"They escaped, we're keeping tabs on them but...they don't go out of Stark Tower anymore."

"I see...what about the special operators I sent to retrieve Solanki?"

"...our man..can't get through that building, someone protects it"

"How many?"he asked narrowing his eyes,

"one."

"You are telling me one person took down my 30 men?" He asked in calm but menacing tone, when his agent didn't reply out of fear he walked closer towering him,

"You all wish to keep your job, yes?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, then walk out of that door and don't show me your face again until I see Solanki with you." Brandon warned simply which was enough for his agent to leave his office,

Upon finding solitude again Brandon signed out of frustration before running his hand through hair while his other one made a tight fist holding his urge to punch everything in his way, why was it happening? He was always good at keeping his cool but doing it for years and years have made him worn out, he was running out of patience specially now that he was so close to finish line.

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Do you know what peace looks like? Right here right now in my presence, in this very room which I called my temporary home. This little room might not be the most luxurious place to live in, in fact it was the most simple place to stay in but that's exactly what made it comfortable, simplicity had its own beauty that I love. After all, i had personalised it enough to call it my own.