“Do you believe that I would be here for ‘grunt work?’ No. I would never be sent to this god forsaken outpost unless it was for a damned good reason. Captain America is nearby.” And since Tony had the tech with him, he pulled it s holographic display screen to show Steve Rogers, sitting inside the mini-jet. It was a calculated risk.

Tony stormed forward, his entire attitude making the younger man flinch and draw back. He even rolled down his own sleeves.

“If you had thought that you would be well rewarded for securing the Asset once more, your current attitude is ruining your prospects for any reward at all.” Tony flashed the salute, one meant to intimidate, to ferret out supporters. He even gave a nice, crisp, “Hail HYDRA,” which his junior more or less fell over himself to do the same.

Young men, no matter their affiliation or alignment, were all the same. The puffed at first until the big dog approached and bit their necks.

“As he’s imprinted on you, foolish boy, and we do not have the time to wipe him, you’ll accompany the Asset on his mission. Understood? Now. Get. Him. Dressed.”