Chapter Text
In 1991, the fate of the world rested on one overbooked flight, and one over-worked, ulcer-ridden HYDRA agent. His name was as unimportant and unremarkable as his personality— fussy, old-fashioned, and lacking in originality or common-sense. He was a nameless, amoral, overweight pencil pusher who just happened to be assigned to this particular mission.
In 1991, the passenger plane that the Asset was supposed to be smuggled onto was delayed by sixteen hours.
This was unacceptable to the higher-ups, forcing the nameless HYDRA agent, at the last moment, to pick a new flight out of LaGuardia, and take the Asset on a train from JFK International to LaGuardia Airport.
This was a mistake.
There was something about a hot, smelly, piss-ridden New York subway that shook loose the memories of the Asset.
In the subway car, he quietly strangled the HYDRA agent, and laid him to rest on a nearby seat, where he would be found several hours later to the horror of passengers.
The Asset got off the subway at Jamaica Station, and transferred to the Hempsted line, and left at Nostrand Avenue. He exited into sunshine for the first time in sixty years.
This was Brooklyn, but not a Brooklyn he remembered.
In a handful of minutes, he disappeared into the city, at long last out of the clutches of HYDRA.
To the agony of HYDRA, he was not found again for quite some time.