Hail Hydra! Target 1:- Howard Stark (A Captain America USB Story)

[Stormtrooper1990]

In the first of a double bill of USB stories based on the first Captain America movie; The First Avenger, experienced Hydra assassin Helga Wolff has been dispatched to the United States to assassinate Howard Stark, genius inventor and CEO of Stark Industries, at the Stark Expo in New York. He has been declared an enemy of Hydra whose death will not only deal a blow to US industry and its prestige but also deprive the world of his intellect, which is a threat to Hydra and the Nazis. With only a garrote and a suppressed Luger pistol, Helga waits for her opportunity to strike at Stark publicly, and with his penchant for making grandiose demonstrations that wait may be over…


The Stark Expo, Madison Square Garden, New York City, Saturday 14th April 1942, 19:00pm


Helga Wolff sighed, unimpressed by Phineas Horton's Synthetic Man; a metal automaton made from stainless steel and painted deep crimson, which was the only thing about the contraption Helga appreciated. Oh please, a squad of Hydra troopers could destroy that with machine guns and grenades. If Stark thinks that's innovative then I’ll be doing both the world and Hydra a favour. Smiling thinly, Helga caught her reflection in the glass. She wasn't a vain woman but liked what she saw, nevertheless. At 26, Helga was a looker with classical Germanic squared features, prominent cheekbones and piercing blue eyes, framed by long shoulder length curling honey brown hair that hung in ringlets brushing her slender shoulders. Hailing from Hamburg, Helga along with her younger sister Lotte, had both joined Hydra through the Nazis to avenge the death of their father, who had fallen in the Great War and left their mother living destitute following the armistice. Hydra had given the Wolff sisters a home, and the training required to strike a blow against the American enemy, which included the art of disguise and infiltration.


Helga had been dispatched by Red Skull himself to assassinate Howard Stark, America's so-called genius and giant of industry. The objective being to deprive the enemy of his mind and to cripple American war production, by striking at its most influential champion. And what better opportunity was there than Starks’ own Expo, where he would be here in person to unveil his prototype ‘flying automobile’ , the man having a reputation for theatrics and for attracting beautiful young women. It will of course prove to be his downfall thought Helga as she weaved her way through the crowds towards the staff only doors, to the backstage staff only door to the left of the curtained ‘Car of the Future podium. Taking note of the patrolling US Army MPs, their white helmets giving them away, Helga slipped through the door like a shadow, when they turned their backs on her to talk to a small gangly blonde young man.



The Backstage Area, Madison Square Garden, 19:07pm


Using the dimly lit passage to her advantage, Helga stalked the backstage area looking for a suitable disguise while making sure that none of the staffers saw her and began to ask awkward questions. Of course she was more than capable of dealing with any foolish civilian who got in her way, but stealth was the order of the day. Well at least until I find a suitable candidate and take her outfit of course.


After five minutes, she came to a dressing room door reserved for Starks' show girls for his demonstration. There was light peeking out from under the door, and the sound of a young woman practicing her lines. Crouching down, Helga peered through the keyhole to take a look at her potential mark. From the reflection Helga could see that she was an attractive girl, perhaps 23 by Helga's estimation; with heart shaped porcelain features, high cheekbones and big brown doe shaped eyes, emphasised by dark black mascara and eye shadow. Luscious lips painted with dark crimson lipstick. Her long curly raven coloured locks emerged from underneath a black top hat with red banding. The rest of her outfit was typically American; in the way they liked to sexualise their women. The girl was wearing an open black suit jacket with tails and red rose on the lapel, over a black and white striped waistcoat, lavishly appointed with gold embossed buttons and watch chain that pushed up the woman's cleavage. White gloves and a short black skirt that barely came up to the thighs with black tights underneath and high heels completed the look.


Ugh! Such a vulgar outfit but I need it to get close to Stark. We all make sacrifices for the good of Hydra after all. Helga thought as she gently flexed her garrote, opening the door gently so as to not spook the woman who was distracted with her back to Helga, reading her lines. She elected not to use her pistol, which would risk getting blood on the outfit even with a headshot. Closing the door softly, the Hydra agent snuck forwards on her tiptoes stalking her prey like her namesake. Piano wire taught and ready. Then with the agility of a serpent, Helga looped the garrote over the woman's head and pulled tight.


Amanda Kenson’s hands instantly shot up as she tried in vain to pull the wire from around her throat, but it was to no avail. As she choked out her life, legs kicking and flailing uselessly Amanda could see the hatred in her killer's ice cold eyes, her beautiful face contorted into a snarl of rage and hate. Helga leaned into the dying woman's ear. “Just die, American bitch!” She hissed, pulling the cord tight and being rewarded with the soft satisfying crack of the show girl's hyoid bone breaking, the telltale sign of a throat being crushed. Amanda let out a strangled squeak and low rasping breath before slumping dead into her chair, arms dropping limply by her sides.


Panting with arousal mixed with exertion, savouring the kill, Helga unwound the garrote from around the girl's neck ignoring the accusing stare of those big brown dead eyes. Closing them, Helga stripped off her clothes and now naked straddled the cooling corpse admiring her handiwork, the thin shallow red line around the girl's throat blood seeping from the wound. She worked quickly, first taking off the show girl's hat, gloves and high heel shoes before slipping off the black jacket from her slender shoulders. Unbuttoning the striped waistcoat, Helga opened it to reveal a pair of luscious, well rounded breasts with puffy dark pink full areolas and stiff nipples. “You've got such pretty breasts, meine liebchen." Too bad you won't be getting around to ever using them.” She said admiring Amanda's breasts as she stripped off the girl's waistcoat.


Unzipping the mini skirt from the rear, Helga whipped the garment off from around Amanda's hips and down her long legs, in one smooth motion. After carefully removing the dancer's tights and careful consideration, Helga decided to take the woman’s high rise black lace panties as well. “ You won't be needing these anymore, American.” She said, pulling up the still warm undergarment between her legs, glancing at the brunette's small womanhood decorated with a trimmed strip of raven haired fuzz.


When she had finished getting dressed in the brunette’s costumes, pulling on the white gloves, Helga picked the naked corpse up under her shoulders dragging her off the chair and over to an empty cabinet. Making a quick note of the dead woman's pert peach shaped buttocks, Helga stashed the body in a foetal position. “Hydra thanks you for your contribution, liebchen.” She smiled, closing the door on Amanda's pretty naked corpse.


Concealing her garroting wire and suppressed luger in her stolen jacket, Helga slid into the chair and helped herself to the make-up, looking the part of an American showgirl. Glancing down at the lines and stage directions on the table, she practiced them with her best American accent before memorising them. “ Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to the Stark Expo. And here he is, the man you've all been waiting for! Mr Howard Stark!” A knock at the door made her pause for a moment.


“Come on Mandy! Are you ready yet? Howard's all ready to go and you're still dolling yourself up. We're waiting on you!” A young woman's voice shouted through the door. Putting the finishing touches to her lipstick, Helga rose from her chair setting the top hat on her head. “It's alright…” she replied in her best American accent. “...I'm good and ready. See you on stage.” Smirking at her reflection, Helga admired herself in her stolen costume, it fit her like a glove. “Time for my big performance. Hail Hydra…” She said before exiting the dressing room and heading towards the stage.


The Automobile of the Future Demonstration Stage, 19:30pm


Taking her place amongst the seven other show girls, standing behind the red jet car, Helga cleared her throat and brought the microphone to her mouth as her target strode onto the dais. While Helga couldn't deny that he was a handsome man in a roguish way, with a cocky smile, well groomed with a trimmed back moustache and goatee beard, she was prepared to do her duty for Hydra and take his life. “ Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to the Stark Expo. And here he is, the man you've all been waiting for! Mr Howard Stark!” Seeing the bright grey eyes of the man flash in her direction, Helga followed the stage directions she memorised to keep her cover and approached Stark to give him the microphone.



What happened next caught her completely by surprise, Stark took the microphone but pulled her into a passionate embrace kissing her hard on her lips and Helga found herself instinctively returning it before quickly pulling out, slapping him on his face. The harsh crack was punctuated by the laughter of the crowd, but Howard Stark, his cheek turning red gasped in shock and eyed her suspiciously. “Wait a minute?! You're not Mandy! She loves it when I kiss her! Who the hell are you?!” The crowd and dancers let out sharp intakes of breath, as she pulled away drawing her suppressed Luger cocking it. “Hail Hydra!” She cried, aiming the weapon straight at Stark’s head.


The crowd and dancers screamed in horror, running for the exits. All except the scrawny young blonde man who Helga had seen earlier. But before she could pull the trigger, Helga was tackled to the ground by two MPs, her suppressed luger flying from her hand. With one man on top of her holding her hands roughly behind her back, while the other rushed Howard Stark away, Helga remembered Hydra policy. I mustn't be captured alive, forgive me mother and father, forgive me Lotte. I won't be able to keep my promise. Rearing her head back, Helga smashed her head into the stage floor, shattering the cyanide capsule hidden in her back left molar.


As the cyanide entered her system, Helga convulsed, sending the MP rearing back in shock. “Oh my god! She took poison! I need a medic or we're going to lose her!” Frothing from her mouth, the Hydra agent knew that death would follow in thirty seconds. Despite the pain writhing through her body, Helga felt at peace. That while she failed in her mission, she knew that her sister, three years her junior, would carry the torch and seek revenge against the Americans that she could not. Smiling, her convulsions ended and Helga Wolff expired with a slow relaxed rattle of breath, froth dribbling from her slack mouth. Her cold blue eyes staring accusingly at her enemy.


Steve Rogers watched the final moments of the pretty assassin with a mixture of pity and revulsion. Revulsion at the fact that this was an enemy infiltrator that managed to evade security and get close enough to kill Howard Stark, a man who he admired, wearing an outfit she probably took from a dead woman. But pity at the fact that she was an attractive young woman trained to kill by the Nazis or whoever this ‘Hydra’ was, and died in excruciating agony. A fate she probably deserved, all things considered.

“Hey buddy!” The voice of the MP who had restrained the brunette assassin snapped Steve from his reverie. “Show’s over, move along! There's nothing more to see.” The man said, a hand resting on his holstered M1911 handgun for emphasis. Nodding without a word, Steve backed off his mind made up. He headed straight for the nearest army recruitment booth, which was by the front entrance of the Garden. I'm done watching the pathè newsreels, it's time I joined up and do my part to keep America safe. Even if I'm just some scrawny kid from Brooklyn.


Epilogue, Backstage Dressing Room 19:45pm


Agent Peggy Carter of the SSR sighed as she knelt down at the pitiful naked body of Amanda Kenson, the girl looked peaceful in death, almost as if she was sleeping. Were it not for the bloodied thin red line that encircled her slender, pretty neck. Such a bloody waste, the poor girl. Damn Hydra. “You say the assassin killed herself rather than be captured?” She asked the MP, rising to her feet, in her crisp British accent. The young Private Bates nodded, trying his hardest not to stare at the dead naked woman at their feet.

“Yes ma'am! She smashed her head into the stage and started to convulse, frothing at the mouth. I suspected poison or something.” Peggy massaged her chin. “I see, and you also said something about her crying ‘Hail Hydra!’ before she tried to shoot Mr Stark?” Bates’ brow furrowed quizzically. “Yeah, that's right. Just who the fuck is Hydra ma’am? I thought we were fighting the nazis and japs.”


Peggy flashed him a thin smile. “I'm afraid that's classified Private Bates.” The man shrugged disappointed as Peggy glanced back at the dead woman, getting a slight shiver down her spine as she noted their eerie resemblance. We could almost have been sisters. She shook the thought from her mind. “I want both the bodies of the assassin and her victim sent to the SSR for examination, at once Private.” She said quickly accepting the man's salute before sweeping from the room and back out into the concourse. If Hydra tries to pull anything like this again we'll be ready. She thought face set with determination looking at the body of the assassin, covered with a white sheet as it was wheeled past her on a gurney.

[Blue-Cynthia]

My favorite writer here. Keep up the good work.

[Stormtrooper1990]

My favorite writer here. Keep up the good work.

Thanks, Blue Cynthia that's much appreciated and there's definitely more to come.

[darth chlorophorm 2]

Great story, Stormtrooper. I like the Idea of the Hydra agent going undercover as a show girl.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Great story, Stormtrooper. I like the Idea of the Hydra agent going undercover as a show girl.

Thanks Darth, glad you enjoyed the story. I will be following this up with Helga's sister Lotte, whose target is Steve Rogers himself. She'll be going undercover but stealing a completely different outfit that's straight out of the movie.