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Promac Village, Washington
649.005 miles From New York
Above their heads hung a large gordie chandler, with at least 7 layers of glass shards cuts to perfection, all reflecting and in the light that illuminated the from its centre, shooting out gentle thin rainbows over the room but not the dinning table they sat at, which was laid out before the party of three. There dinning room was shut away from the rest of the restaurant, vases of impressive red flowers of all diligent varieties around the circular room.
Alexander Pierce sat at the head of the table, his daughters to his left and right. Suit jacket off, napkin placed covering his tie, he sat eating and enjoying their lavish meal. On his left sat Caitlin Pierce, eating slowly and to his right sat Daisy doing the same, both their faces were unreadable and none spoke.
Finish a mouthful of his food Alexander Pierce gave a chuckle. “You know, this is going to the last time we will have a meal like this.”
Tilting her head to the side Caitlin frowned and asked. “Why Father?”
Smiling and putting his palms together and his elbows on the table, Pierce replied. “Well, soon there’ll be no more hiding, everything will change.”
Daisy took a sip of water and did everything she could to stop her hand from shaking as she did so.
“How shall we celebrate Father?” Caitlin said leaning back in her chair grinning at her Father.
With a gentle smug shrug he replied. “I was thinking we’d go to the Whitehouse, have our first celebratory meal their…making sure we’ve removed the presidents families bodies first.”
Caitlin gave a chuckle as she drank some of the wine in front of her.
Turning his head to his right to look at Daisy he smiled at her. “What’d you think of that flower?”
Nodding and giving a weak smile she replied. “Sounds wonderful Father.”
From the side of the room the door open and Brock Rumlow walked in, still in strike uniform and was still armed he simply stepped in the room and waited for Alexander Pierce to address him before he said anything.
Rolling his eyes in annoyance Pierce put his hands back on the table, taking his glass he drank some of his wine and asked. “What is it Rumlow?”
“Sir,” Rumlow started. “There’s been some activity in New York concerning Stark and Banner.”
Pushing his lips together and putting his glass down with annoyance he asked with sharp tone. “What is it?”
“Stark has been nosing into his Father archives, he hasn’t found anything but he’s close to. Both he and Banner-“ Rumlow started.
“Don’t-bother-me-with-this!” Pierce shot at Rumlow. “In less than 6 days they will not be a worry.”
Next to him Caitlin Pierce gave a sign of annoyance. “Leave Rumlow.”
Saying no more, Rumlow turned on his heels and left the room. When outside he walked straight through the restaurant outside to where Rollins stood. Both men looked at each other, saying nothing. Taking an angry breath, Rumlow walked over to one the cars that sat outside in the street and punched his hand through the window, causing the alarm to go off. Within minutes the owner of the car came storming out, he found Rumlow standing there with a bloody fist he was glaring at. With a yell and a bundle of swear words to say at him, Rollins came up behind the man and throw him in the back of The Strike team van with one quick easy throw. Clutching his bloody hand into a fist, Rumlow jumped in the van also, shutting the door behind him, to where he begun to beat the poor man into a bloody mess. Rollins, still outside the van, reached into the car, pulled at the electrics of the car and caused the alarm to stop dead. No-one around them battered an eye, everyone inside the restaurant was too busy with their meal, even the restaurant car valet did nothing, he simply nodded at Rollins and stood waiting at the front.
Back inside the restaurant Daisy did her best to remain composed as she asked her Father. “Father…is there anything I can to do help?”
Leaning back in his chair, Alexander Pierce gave his youngest daughter a happy smile. “Flower, you don’t need to do anything, your job will come into play soon enough.”
Sitting up straighter Daisy asked. “What is my job Father?”
Both Alexander Pierce and Caitlin Pierce looked at each other and exchanged smiles. “Well,” Pierce said turning back to his youngest daughter. “you are going to give Hydra back its rightful leader, you play the biggest part in our next move.”
“But…how?” Daisy asked, trying to keep her voice even and composed, fighting back the urge to be an aggressive as she had been.
Leaning forward Caitlin Pierce smiled at her sister. “Daisy…you are going to give us back Red Skull. Our rightful and eternal leader…you are the key my dear little sister.”
In her chair Daisy thought she could feel her heart and breath stop.