Kapitän, You're The Devil
1960
(Y/N) made his way through the dark halls of the building, slightly shifting his mask so it sat better on his face. His eyes focused on the small bit of light at the end of the hall he turned onto as his ears caught the hushed talking that came from the room. He tilted his head a bit as he unsheathed his blade, spinning it for a moment before getting a good grip on it as he approached. “Shh, it’s okay. They won’t find us here.” he heard the man say in a comforting tone. He paused for a moment, listening to the conversation before deciding on what he would do. He heard the other person sigh. “You don’t know that! This is the third time we’ve changed locations. They obviously know where we are. Our work isn't safe here, how many times do I have to tell you that, Ivan!” (Y/N) let a small smirk form under his mask when he confirmed that they did in fact have what he was sent for. “Vilma, if it makes you feel safer, I’ll go and hide it for now, just in case. Would that help put your mind at ease?” The room went silent and he could only assume she nodded in response. When he heard shuffling, he ducked into a room to avoid being seen. He waited a moment before silently following the man down the hallway and into a room at the far end of the hall. As the man crouched down to try and hide the locked box in the floorboards, (Y/N) covered his mouth with his free hand and pressed the knife against his throat with the other. “Set down the box and you might live to see tomorrow.” he said in a low voice as the man’s actions came to a full stop. He let out a shaky breath but followed (Y/N)’s demands. He placed the box next to them and slowly held up hands as a sign of surrender. “Hail Hydra.” He said before slitting the man's throat, letting his body hit the floor. He searched his body but found no key on his person. Disappointed, He picked up the box and left the room without a second glance as he let his fire begin to consume the room. He made his way back to the room he had initially found them in and carefully opened the door, doing his best to stay silent before placing the box on the table after he entered. He looked at Vilma as she sat on her knees, head bowed with beads in her hands while mumbling what he assumed to be prayers. He internally scoffed at the notion before taking out his gun and aiming it at her. “Where is the key.” He said loud enough to break her concentration, causing her to let out a short but terrified scream. She clutched her beads to her chest as she looked at his, eyes wide with terror while scrambling backwards and away from him. He looked unamused and kept his gun trained on her. “I will not repeat myself again. Where. Is. the key.” she looked between the gun aimed at her and his cold eyes. She let out a shaky breath before shaking her head in defiance. “You’ll have to take it from my cold dead body, you demon!” she shouted at him before letting out a scream that followed the sound of his gun being fired. “That will be the easiest task of the day. Tell me what else is being hidden here.” he said in a gruff voice. She sobbed as she held her leg in pain, trying to put pressure on her bullet wound. “G-Go to hell, demon.” she managed to whimper out. He let out a soft sigh before stalking over to her. He immediately placed his boot down onto her wound and ground into the wound, causing her to let out a scream as she tried to get away from him. “I-I havent hidden anything else , nothing else I swear!” she yelled out in between her sobbing before he removed his boot. He tilted his head a bit as he looked her over, watching her hold her leg in pain, crying to herself. He hummed softly before crouching down, looking her in the eyes before taking his knife out of its holster and pressing it into her cheek hard enough to start to draw blood. She winced and held back another sob before (Y/N) spoke again. “I can tell you’re lying to me. It’s in your best interest that you tell me now before I make this more painful than it has to be.” He said roughly as he looked over her face for a moment seeing only fear and desperation. She bit her lip to try and muffle the cry that seemed to spill out anyway before she glanced away from his calculating gaze, tilting her head down and away from him and let out a shaky breath as she felt the knife leave her skin. She knew he allowed that to happen or it would've been pressed deeper, drawing more blood in the process. She looked as if she was about to speak when something crashed to the floor across the room. His eyes darted in the direction it came from and Vilma froze, her eyes growing wide. He moved to stand, his eyes staying on target as he ignored her soft pleas while he moved towards the source of the sound. He stopped in front of the metal locker and waited a moment before he slammed his fist into it, causing the child that was hiding under the desk next to it to run out. He caught him by the back of his shirt as Vilma yelled out, “No please! Leave him alone, he's just a boy!” the boy squirmed in his grasp as he was lifted into the air. He thrashed and tried to kick (Y/N) the best he could while yelling through his own tears. “Leave m-my mummy alone! Let me go let me go!” Vilma choked back a sob as she reached for him from her bloody spot on the floor. “Please! I’ll give you the key! I’ll give you anything. Anything! Please just let my boy go!” (Y/N) tilted his head to the side for a moment and dropped the boy and watched as he tumbled to the ground before rushing over to his mother. She held him close to her chest with her free hand as she whispered soft words of reassurance to him. “The key and the documents. As well as the location of the test subjects.” He said as he stalked his way over to them slowly. “Innsbruck.. Austria. That’s where.. Where the subject is. Documents are in my bag.” She said before taking the key out of her dress and offering it to him with a shaking hand. “Take what you must, demon. But leave my boy alone.” she said with a small huff, now fighting to keep her eyes open. (Y/N) grunted slightly, sheathing his knife and taking the key from her before going to her bag to search for the papers he was to retrieve. When he found what he was looking for he carefully folded it and stuck it in one of the pockets in his suit before tucking the key away as well. He looked over to Vilma who now weakly held her crying son, the puddle of blood growing larger. He must’ve shot too close to an artery in her leg, he pondered. He watched as she shushed him, rubbing small circles on his back. He contemplated just leaving then and there before a small voice in the back of his mind made itself known. ‘Leave no witnesses. Destroy all evidence and leave no traces behind, Kaptian.’ he stole himself for a moment before he took out and raised his gun and fired off two well placed shots. He put his gun back in its holster before taking the box with him. He swore under his breath as he saw what his fire had already consumed. He quickly made his way out before he too was consumed by his own flames. He nearly stumbled into the slightly snowed area around the building before he put some distance between himself and the fire he created. “Kapitän reporting.” He said into the small device he was given by his handlers. A few moments passed by before it crackled to life. “Kapitän, have you achieved your goal?” His main handler replied, sounding more than a bit impatient with him. He grunted in response “Goal achieved, Sir.” He could hear the tone shift slightly as he spoke. “Good job Kapitän. You have two hours to meet at the rendezvous point. Your team will meet you there to take you back.” with his last order the device went silent. He took a deep breath, breathing in the cool air before he started making his way to meet up point.
He spared a look behind him at the building that was now beautifly ablaze against the sunset in the sky. He kept to the alley ways trying to stay out of view as he made it to the outskirts of the city he was in. He arrived about two minutes before the helicopter arrived to bring him back to base. He was marched down to Zola’s office to find him gone and a man he hadn't met before, sitting in his spot. “Ah, Kapitän. I hadn't had the pleasure before now, you were always on ice when I managed to arrive. It doesn't matter now though. I’m taking over for the time being. You may call me ‘Sir’. You will refer to me as nothing else. Is this understood?” (Y/N) felt an icy chill rush over him from not just the tone he used but also the wording. He nodded regardless, knowing better than to speak. He gave him a cold smile before nodding to himself. “Good. Now with introductions out of the way, mission report, my little fire bird.” He watched as the man sat back in Zola’s chair, with the air and confidence that commanded the room. He nodded once before walking up to the desk and putting the box down, along with the documents and the key to open the box. “The location that was asked of is in Austria. Innsbruck. Presumably the more densely wooded areas or the mountains. She wouldn't give any other information other than that. However the documents should fill in the gaps, Sir.” he hummed in response before bringing the box closer to inspect it. “Casualties?” (Y/N)’s brows furrowed for a moment. “Three known, Sir.” He looked up at (Y/N) and raised an eyebrow. “Any witnesses?” (Y/N) shook his head before looking straight ahead, refusing subconsciously to meet the man's gaze any longer. “No Sir.” He looked (Y/N) over for a moment before he carefully unlocked the box and his breath caught in his throat for a moment before he snapped the box shut. “Good work, you’ve done well. Now, there is a mission that is required of both you and Soldat. Go for the briefing on it. I hope to see more of you, my little fire bird. Dismissed.” (Y/N) nodded once before he turned and made his way out of the office, followed by the guards that led him there in the first place.