Stolen
Vienna- 1945
{Translated from German}
"-forces, pull them to the..."
"Commander." The soldier saluted, in his new civillian clothes. "Herr Steicher is here."
"Send him in. Gentlemen." The Commander dismissed the three senior offices in the room, filing out as a side door in the wide office opened to show another younger man escorting a brown haired youth, with blue eyes. "Herr Steicher. I pray you have good news."
The brown haired man grinned, placing a silver suitcase onto the table. "The best."
The Commander walked to the desk, greedy hands hiding themselves as he flicked the case open. The first soldier trying to peek in. "My God. ...Who?"
"The Headmistress. Of course. Her youngest prodigy, Romanova or other, helped lay the foundations. The Widow program is one we can't ignore."
"Yes." He holds a small metallic cube, glistening in his palm. "You are correct. Send double the usual payment to the Headmistress. And, my respects." The Commander notices the first soldier's curiosity. "Karpov."
He stands attention. "Sir, I'm-"
"Don't be. You have remained loyal, even as the promises we could almost taste crumbled. So, it's only right we reward you." He stepped aside, allowing Karpov to see the interior. 2 metallic cubes were the only contents, much to the man's confusion. "Commander..."
"These small cubes are the most powerful substance in the world. Most of it used on their star spangled patriarch..." The Commander spit on the ground, anger rushing to his cheeks. "...but loose lips sinks ships. And Howard Stark in one of his drunken rants, slipped to a young Widow that he had a small reserve in his former lab. I'm showing you because I want you to understand the great things we are going to do with this. Not perfection, given that such little component must be combined now with perhaps titanium-a true shame-, but it will bring a weapon you will come to see. That you will help breed."
He motioned to the second soldier. "Fetch the Doctor for me."