Son of a Witch

The Asset held his trainee against the wall for a long moment, evaluating his expression. Trouble; this assignment would bring nothing but trouble. He would have to find a way to eliminate that aspect.

Personal wants didn't matter to HYDRA. Assets were to do as ordered: nothing more, and definitely nothing less.

He finally stepped away and started leading the way down the corridor again. His assigned quarters were not far and while not equipped for double occupancy, it was the only place he could assure his trainee would remain unmolested through the night. He would figure out better accommodation tomorrow.

"You may shower and sleep here. I will bring you a meal tonight; tomorrow you will start your training." A beat. "You are to do what I tell you. Is that clear?"