Hail Hydra! Target 2:- Steve Rogers ( A Captain America USB Story)
Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2025 9:33 am
6 months after the failed assassination of Howard Stark and the death of Hydra operative Helga Wolff, her sister Lotte Wolff had been dispatched to assassinate supersoldier Steve Rogers. Both a symbol of US prestige and a threat to Hydras' operations on nazi occupied Europe, Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, has been doing a series of propaganda promotions selling US War Bonds across the United States. Full of vengeance for the loss of her sister and loyal to Hydra, Lotte Wolff has been following Rogers and his travelling troupe of dancers, waiting for her moment to strike. And that moment is now…
Los Angeles Convention Centre, Saturday 20th October 1942, 19:50pm
6 months, it had been 6 months since Lotte Wolff’s sister Helga hadn't returned home from her critical mission to assassinate Howard Stark. Lotte had vowed to her mother, who had taken to drinking peach schnapps as her way of mourning Helga, to avenge her eldest sister's death. And her first mission for Hydra was the perfect opportunity; the assassination of super soldier Captain America, better known as Steve Rogers.
Despite the recent failure of a Hydra operative to acquire the Super Soldier serum, its creator Dr Abraham Erskine had been killed. And Red Skull had ordered Lotte to finish the job by killing Rogers before the SSR could deploy him to Europe, with her secondary objective to get a sample of his blood laden with the serum.
To that end Lotte had followed Rogers on his nationwide war bond tour, accompanied by his dance troupe; garishly dressed young, attractive women the very epitome of American excess. Her plan was to eliminate and replace one of the dancers who bore a passing resemblance to the young brunette Hydra agent in order to kill Rogers publicly on stage. Lotte herself was a pretty girl, 3 years her sister's junior with the same squared features, high cheekbones and sapphire blue eyes but her long shoulder brown hair was considerably lighter, more chestnut brown than her sister's had been.
Turning her attention to the stage, Lotte observed the dancers as they went through their last rehearsals, noting her disguise target. The dancer bore a passing resemblance to Lotte, her only difference being a more rounded face with slender cheekbones, green eyes and slightly darker hair. Other than that, the woman was Lotte's exact size and build. In a low light like tonight, the slight discrepancies won't really matter. She thought, sizing up the dancer's attire.
All of the women, Lotte's mark included were dressed in the same garish outfits reminiscent of the Star Spangled Banner; navy blue v-neck backless bodysuits with stars on each lapel, pushed up to emphasise the cleavage, high waisted red and white pleated skirts, belted at the waist by a thin silver belt that matched their high heels. Long legs covered by nude coloured fishnet tights. White over the elbow gloves and small blue pillbox hats with a star motif completed the look.
Lotte sighed as she watched the rehearsals, biding her time. The performance starts at 20:30 and I have only half an hour. I missed my chance at Chicago because the security was tight. Here is my last chance before the tour ends or I'll lose Rogers forever and fail both Hydra and Helga's memory. I won't allow it! Five minutes later, providence had thrown Lotte a bone when her mark had stopped dancing and turned to the show's lead, a striking platinum blonde. “Sorry, Louise but I’ve got to go to the little girls room. I'll just be five minutes, promise.”
Louise rolled her eyes indulgently. “Oh alright, Vera. But seriously you need to lay off the coffee, girl.” Seeing the brunette smile and leave the stage, Lotte rose from her chair near the stage and weaved her way through the crowd following the dancer towards the women's bathroom. She subconsciously patted her right coat pocket, which held her piano wire garrote feeling its reassuring weight. I look forward to wrapping it around that Yankee bitches neck and relieving her of that outfit. For Helga and for Hydra.
The Women's Bathroom, 20:05pm
23 year old Elise Skinner checked out her reflection in the mirror, as she reapplied her fading ruby red lipstick, mascara and blush. She sighed. It's been a long tour, and I'm looking forward to getting back home to Oregon. I hope Gary is okay, Guadalcanal looked like a nightmare. The sound of the bathroom door opening drew her attention.
Elise looked up to see a pretty young brunette enter, who curiously bore a passing resemblance to her. She flashed the girl a small smile before returning to her make-up. Putting down her mascara, Elise looked down to wash her hands, taking her eyes off the girl. Suddenly and without warning, Elise choked as she felt a wire loop around her slender neck.
Her hands shot up, trying in vain to pull the wire from her throat. She looked into the cold eyes of her attacker whose attractive face was contorted into a grimace of hate. “Don't worry, Yankee bitch…” the brunette hissed into her ear with a German accent. “...this won't take long at all.” Before kicking Elise behind her right knee and bringing her to her knees, choking legs kicking uselessly.
Lotte pulled hard on her piano wire, hearing the satisfying crunch of Elise's hyoid bone as the girl's throat was crushed. With a low strangled sigh, the girl's body hung limply in Lotte's wire arms dangling to the side. “Let's not keep ‘Captain America’ waiting, liebchen.” Lotte said as she dragged the dancers dead weight into the cubicle behind her using her wire.
Setting the dancer's cooling corpse onto the toilet bowl, Lotte unwound her piano wire garrote from around the brunette’s neck before closing her cold, dead accusing eyes. Staring into those eyes, she felt a pang of remorse for killing her. She had nothing to do with Helga's death, nor father's. Was she really my enemy? Suppressing a shudder, Lotte glanced at the thin red cut around the woman's neck, the handiwork of her piano wire, before stripping off all of her clothes, including her underwear, anticipating that the dancer wouldn't be wearing any.
Lotte quickly got to work stripping the dead woman removing her hat, gloves and high heels before unbelting and unzipping the pleated skirt. After whipping the skirt from around Elise's waist and down her long fishnet covered legs. Unbuttoning the bodysuit from the side, Lotte folded it open to reveal Elise's well rounded, pert C-cup breasts with puffy dark pink areolas nipples stiff in the cool air of the bathroom. Pulling the bodysuit down Elise's slim, fit body Lotte noted that underneath her fishnets the dancer was naked; her small pink sex topped with a trimmed triangle of brown fuzz on full display.
Once she had stripped off the dancer's fishnet tights, Lotte pulled them up her legs then quickly dressed in the rest of the stolen outfit. “Sorry Fraulein, but I have my orders and I must avenge my sister?” She sighed, snapping on the white gloves, glancing at the pretty naked corpse sitting on the toilet bowl legs spread wide. After concealing her wire under the skirt and holstering her suppressed Luger at her right hip, Lotte closed the door behind her to hide the body.
After putting on the dead woman's makeup, making herself look even more eerily like the dancer, Lotte packed away the make up bag tucking it under her arm. “This is for you, Helga. Hail Hydra…” She said under her breath to her reflection before sweeping from the bathroom.
The Stage, 20:15pm
“Jeez, Elise…” Louise the head dancer threw out her arms in frustration as Lotte approached her. “I give you five minutes and you take ten minutes! What were you doing? Fixing up your makeup, again?” Lotte briefly cleared her throat, suppressing an ironic smile. “Sorry, Louise. I wanted to look my best for Mr Rogers. It is our last show of the tour after all.” She replied, easily mimicking Elise's accent.
Louise sighed. “Well you just missed the last of the rehearsals. Get yourself backstage and start practicing your lines, we've only got 15 minutes until the performance.” Nodding, Lotte filed backstage with the rest of the dancers, steeling herself in anticipation for the kill ahead.
15 minutes later
The pumps of Agent Peggy Carter of the SSR rang from the floor as she weaved her way through the packed crowd towards the women's bathroom. The dance troupe was busy entertaining the crowd, before Steve made his appearance. It was a routine she had witnessed over the past three months following Steve Roger's transformation into Captain America. Ever since the attempt on Howard Stark’s life 6 months ago by Hydra, and then the murder of Dr Abraham Erskine and attempted theft of his serum, Peggy had been assigned as Captain America's protective shadow detail. Just in case Hydra should attempt to make another move on his life. It wasn't a detail she loathed, after all the Captain was quite handsome but she hadn’t said a single word to him yet.
Shaking the thoughts, Peggy entered the women's bathroom finding the door to one of the cubicles slightly ajar. Thinking nothing of it, she shrugged and turned to the mirror, straightening out her long black trench coat before she began to run her hands through the tap.
“What the hell…?” Agent Carter breathed, noticing a pile of women's clothes by a pair of bare feet just under the ajar door. Switching off the tap, Peggy drew her M1911 pistol from the depths of her coat. “Excuse me, miss? Is everything alright?” She asked the door, gently opening it with her left hand while covering with her handgun, and gasped with shock at what was sitting on the toilet bowl. “Bloody hell!"
It was the body of a dead, young pretty naked brunette woman, her breasts and trimmed sex completely exposed. Aside from the thin red shallow cut that encircled the girl's slender neck, one could have mistaken the girl was sleeping. Averting her eyes from the dead girl's nudity, Peggy examined the body. Looks like one of the dancers, stripped of her dignity as well as her clothes she sighed, closing the cubicle door. Damn it, just like the assassin who tried to kill Stark. Hydra sure likes their garroting wire. They're going to make a move on Steve, I've got no time to waste. Making a mental note to tell someone later, Agent Carter shot out of the bathroom towards the stage.
The Convention Centre Stage, 20:33pm
With a false toothy smile, Lotte kept in step with the other dancers, their routine ingrained in her mind from attending their performances for the last three months. Then to rapturous applause, Captain America himself strode onto the stage imposing in his blue suit standing right in front of her. I have to admit he's strikingly handsome and tall but he's still my enemy and that serum in his veins will help Hydra win this war. “Ladies and Gentlemen, my fellow Americans! I'm Captain America and I'm here to tell you to support our boys fighting aboard for your freedom!” Gritting her teeth and rolling her eyes, Lotte Wolff reached for her suppressed Luger under her stolen costume…
“Move! Out of my way!” Agent Carter yelled as she shoved her way through the crowd with her pistol drawn, ignoring the complaints of the audience. “Hey! What's the big idea… Oh my God, she's got a gun!” screamed a young woman in front of her. With the crowd and dancers dispersing in chaos, Peggy was able to see the stage and one of the performers pointing a luger straight at Roger's head. “Gun!” She shouted, levelling her pistol straight at the woman's thigh and pulling the trigger.
Distracted briefly by the woman's British accent, Lotte heard the thunderclap that rang through the room, “Argh!!” She shrieked feeling the pain erupt in her right thigh. Clutching her leg she dropped her luger and dropped to the stage with a thud. God damn englander bitch! I was so close! I can't be captured alive, I must activate my cyanide and go to meet Helga. Sorry mother, sorry father and dear Helga I failed all of you!” Steeling herself, Lotte raised her head ready to smash it into the wood of the stage floor.
Recognising the injured woman as a Hydra agent, Steve acted quickly. “Oh no you don't!” He cried, grabbing the girl by the scruff of her costume and chopping her in the side of her slender neck. Lotte Wolff let out a pained grunt, collapsing into Steve's arms. Then in one smooth move ripped out her back left molar, the tooth parted from the jaw in a sickening crunch.
Peggy could only watch impressed. “So you knew about the cyanide capsule in the back molar, Captain?” Steve nodded hauling the unconscious woman onto his shoulder. “It's a Hydra favourite, I was at the attempted assassination of Howard Stark 6 months ago. And the agent that killed Dr Erskine activated his before I could catch him.”
He then smiled, which only made him more handsome to Peggy. “So does my pretty rescuer have a name, Agent?” The brunette blushed a bright shade of red but recovered quickly. “Agent Carter. Peggy Carter, Strategic Scientific Reserve. At your service, Captain. I was your shadow.” She said holstering her pistol and holding out a hand.
Taking her hand with a firm but gentle grip, Steve shook it, for a moment their eyes met and a connection like electricity passed between them. “Call me Steve, Peggy. I'm not officially a captain, that's just my name not my rank.” He replied modestly.
“So where do you want this Hydra agent, Agent Carter?” Steve gestured with the sleeping girl on his shoulder, who looked like a rag doll balanced on his shoulder. “If you could be a dear and put her in my car? I can get her back to the SSR and have a wee chat.” Flashing her wink, Steve Rogers walked towards the exit with loud footfalls, the crowd parting before him.
Peggy let her eyes fall to the Captains well formed arse, tight through his blue suit, and watched as his hips travelled. “Not bad, not at all…” She said with appreciation. “Uh excuse me ma'am?” Peggy sighed with frustration as a man's voice drew her away reluctantly from the pleasing sight before her. She turned to see two young MPs awaiting her orders.
“Nothing corporal I was thinking out loud. We've got a naked girl's body in the ladies bathroom, a victim of our would be assassin. Make sure you take her out of there with dignity.” The two men quickly saluted before running towards an army medical team. “God damn Hydra…” Peggy muttered as she walked towards the exit, past the LAPD who were busy evacuating the audience.
Strategic Scientific Reserve Safe House, Downtown Los Angeles, 22:30pm
Now dressed in green US fatigues, sat in a nondescript interrogation room with only a single overhead light, Lotte Wolff creaked her sore neck. She tried to bring up her hands to massage her jaw, only remembering that they were cuffed and chained to the floor. Her right thigh was throbbing but she could feel a fresh dressing, the wound wasn't as serious as it first appeared.
She gazed at her reflection in the two way mirror, shocked at how gaunt she looked and the trickle of dried blood that emerged from the corner of her mouth. The light making her look 10 years older. I failed Hydra and my family, I have nothing to live for anymore. Why did they let me live? If it were Hydra then I would be dead…
The sound of the door opening drew her back to the present. Lotte turned to see the same dark haired woman who had shot her in the leg entering the room, now wearing a US military uniform with the insignia of the SSR. “How are you, Fraulein?” The woman asked in a clear British accent. “It seems you are no worse for wear.”
Lotte shrugged. “Why do you care, Engländerin ? You're just going to kill me anyway.” The woman crossed her hands over the table. “My name is Agent Peggy Carter, Fraulein, of the SSR. And you have nothing to fear from me, provided you cooperate with us. Now what is your name?”
Lotte hesitated for a moment unsure at whether she could trust this woman who had shot her. She took a deep breath. “L-lotte. Lotte Wolff, Fraulein Carter.” she answered before lowering her head. Peggy's brow furrowed as she recognised the name. “Now that the introductions are out of the way, let's get down to brass tacks, as the Americans say.”
“Who ordered you to kill Captain America, Lotte? Was it Red Skull and Hydra? The same that made an attempt on the life of Howard Stark and the assassination of Dr Abraham Erskine?” The name made Lotte's head shoot up. “You people killed my sister! She was supposed to kill Stark but instead you killed her!” she screamed, her eyes wet with tears.
Peggy raised an eyebrow. “Helga Wolff was your sister?” Tears streamed down Lotte's face as she sobbed, nodding. “I don't know what Hydra has told you, Lotte. But we didn't kill your sister, she took her own life with her cyanide capsule. The same one you very nearly used yourself.”
“ You lie! Hydra told me that she died bravely in a hail of bullets…” Lotte's voice trailed off as a dawning realisation hit her. Peggy shook her head. “No, I was there Fraulein. She used her cyanide capsule when we caught her, Hydra lied to you. She died painfully.” Lotte let out a shuddering breath, a part of her wanted to deny the truth but the other knew that Agent Carter had no reason to lie.
Peggy leaned back into her seat. “You took this mission not out of any loyalty to Hydra, but to avenge your family. Am I right?” Lotte sniffed her big blue eyes flicking up to meet Agent Carters' green orbs. “That girl I killed. What was her name?” Peggy's eyes narrowed slightly. “Elise Skinner. She was about your age, so I'm told.”
Lotte nodded. “I tracked her and the dance troupe across the states, before taking my chance. I'm sorry that I killed her.” Peggy rose from her chair and walked around the table before perching herself in front of Lotte. “The way I see it is Hydra used you and your sister's rage to craft you into assassin's but they didn't expect you to survive. You were both deemed expendable by Red Skull.”
Lotte said nothing but allowed the English woman to continue. “They never really cared about you or your family. To them you were both tools to be used and discarded.” Lotte breathed, her voice choked. “I-it was Helga's idea for us to join Hydra, to avenge our fathers death. I just followed her like I always have.” Tears welled in her eyes. “I miss her…” She murmured.
Peggy placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, the half light reflecting sympathetically from her eyes. “We've all known loss, this war has taken much from all of us already. But you can still make this right. Join us, Lotte. Make sure that Hydra and the Nazis don't win, dooming more innocents to die.” Lotte sighed looking up into Agent Carter's eyes. “Please, Fraulein Carter. I would like to be alone for now. But I will consider your words carefully.”
Flashing Lotte a curt nod, Peggy swept from the interrogation room her high heels clicking from the floor. Watching the woman leave, Lotte was left alone with her thoughts and her grief the overhead light shining down on her.
Los Angeles Convention Centre, Saturday 20th October 1942, 19:50pm
6 months, it had been 6 months since Lotte Wolff’s sister Helga hadn't returned home from her critical mission to assassinate Howard Stark. Lotte had vowed to her mother, who had taken to drinking peach schnapps as her way of mourning Helga, to avenge her eldest sister's death. And her first mission for Hydra was the perfect opportunity; the assassination of super soldier Captain America, better known as Steve Rogers.
Despite the recent failure of a Hydra operative to acquire the Super Soldier serum, its creator Dr Abraham Erskine had been killed. And Red Skull had ordered Lotte to finish the job by killing Rogers before the SSR could deploy him to Europe, with her secondary objective to get a sample of his blood laden with the serum.
To that end Lotte had followed Rogers on his nationwide war bond tour, accompanied by his dance troupe; garishly dressed young, attractive women the very epitome of American excess. Her plan was to eliminate and replace one of the dancers who bore a passing resemblance to the young brunette Hydra agent in order to kill Rogers publicly on stage. Lotte herself was a pretty girl, 3 years her sister's junior with the same squared features, high cheekbones and sapphire blue eyes but her long shoulder brown hair was considerably lighter, more chestnut brown than her sister's had been.
Turning her attention to the stage, Lotte observed the dancers as they went through their last rehearsals, noting her disguise target. The dancer bore a passing resemblance to Lotte, her only difference being a more rounded face with slender cheekbones, green eyes and slightly darker hair. Other than that, the woman was Lotte's exact size and build. In a low light like tonight, the slight discrepancies won't really matter. She thought, sizing up the dancer's attire.
All of the women, Lotte's mark included were dressed in the same garish outfits reminiscent of the Star Spangled Banner; navy blue v-neck backless bodysuits with stars on each lapel, pushed up to emphasise the cleavage, high waisted red and white pleated skirts, belted at the waist by a thin silver belt that matched their high heels. Long legs covered by nude coloured fishnet tights. White over the elbow gloves and small blue pillbox hats with a star motif completed the look.
Lotte sighed as she watched the rehearsals, biding her time. The performance starts at 20:30 and I have only half an hour. I missed my chance at Chicago because the security was tight. Here is my last chance before the tour ends or I'll lose Rogers forever and fail both Hydra and Helga's memory. I won't allow it! Five minutes later, providence had thrown Lotte a bone when her mark had stopped dancing and turned to the show's lead, a striking platinum blonde. “Sorry, Louise but I’ve got to go to the little girls room. I'll just be five minutes, promise.”
Louise rolled her eyes indulgently. “Oh alright, Vera. But seriously you need to lay off the coffee, girl.” Seeing the brunette smile and leave the stage, Lotte rose from her chair near the stage and weaved her way through the crowd following the dancer towards the women's bathroom. She subconsciously patted her right coat pocket, which held her piano wire garrote feeling its reassuring weight. I look forward to wrapping it around that Yankee bitches neck and relieving her of that outfit. For Helga and for Hydra.
The Women's Bathroom, 20:05pm
23 year old Elise Skinner checked out her reflection in the mirror, as she reapplied her fading ruby red lipstick, mascara and blush. She sighed. It's been a long tour, and I'm looking forward to getting back home to Oregon. I hope Gary is okay, Guadalcanal looked like a nightmare. The sound of the bathroom door opening drew her attention.
Elise looked up to see a pretty young brunette enter, who curiously bore a passing resemblance to her. She flashed the girl a small smile before returning to her make-up. Putting down her mascara, Elise looked down to wash her hands, taking her eyes off the girl. Suddenly and without warning, Elise choked as she felt a wire loop around her slender neck.
Her hands shot up, trying in vain to pull the wire from her throat. She looked into the cold eyes of her attacker whose attractive face was contorted into a grimace of hate. “Don't worry, Yankee bitch…” the brunette hissed into her ear with a German accent. “...this won't take long at all.” Before kicking Elise behind her right knee and bringing her to her knees, choking legs kicking uselessly.
Lotte pulled hard on her piano wire, hearing the satisfying crunch of Elise's hyoid bone as the girl's throat was crushed. With a low strangled sigh, the girl's body hung limply in Lotte's wire arms dangling to the side. “Let's not keep ‘Captain America’ waiting, liebchen.” Lotte said as she dragged the dancers dead weight into the cubicle behind her using her wire.
Setting the dancer's cooling corpse onto the toilet bowl, Lotte unwound her piano wire garrote from around the brunette’s neck before closing her cold, dead accusing eyes. Staring into those eyes, she felt a pang of remorse for killing her. She had nothing to do with Helga's death, nor father's. Was she really my enemy? Suppressing a shudder, Lotte glanced at the thin red cut around the woman's neck, the handiwork of her piano wire, before stripping off all of her clothes, including her underwear, anticipating that the dancer wouldn't be wearing any.
Lotte quickly got to work stripping the dead woman removing her hat, gloves and high heels before unbelting and unzipping the pleated skirt. After whipping the skirt from around Elise's waist and down her long fishnet covered legs. Unbuttoning the bodysuit from the side, Lotte folded it open to reveal Elise's well rounded, pert C-cup breasts with puffy dark pink areolas nipples stiff in the cool air of the bathroom. Pulling the bodysuit down Elise's slim, fit body Lotte noted that underneath her fishnets the dancer was naked; her small pink sex topped with a trimmed triangle of brown fuzz on full display.
Once she had stripped off the dancer's fishnet tights, Lotte pulled them up her legs then quickly dressed in the rest of the stolen outfit. “Sorry Fraulein, but I have my orders and I must avenge my sister?” She sighed, snapping on the white gloves, glancing at the pretty naked corpse sitting on the toilet bowl legs spread wide. After concealing her wire under the skirt and holstering her suppressed Luger at her right hip, Lotte closed the door behind her to hide the body.
After putting on the dead woman's makeup, making herself look even more eerily like the dancer, Lotte packed away the make up bag tucking it under her arm. “This is for you, Helga. Hail Hydra…” She said under her breath to her reflection before sweeping from the bathroom.
The Stage, 20:15pm
“Jeez, Elise…” Louise the head dancer threw out her arms in frustration as Lotte approached her. “I give you five minutes and you take ten minutes! What were you doing? Fixing up your makeup, again?” Lotte briefly cleared her throat, suppressing an ironic smile. “Sorry, Louise. I wanted to look my best for Mr Rogers. It is our last show of the tour after all.” She replied, easily mimicking Elise's accent.
Louise sighed. “Well you just missed the last of the rehearsals. Get yourself backstage and start practicing your lines, we've only got 15 minutes until the performance.” Nodding, Lotte filed backstage with the rest of the dancers, steeling herself in anticipation for the kill ahead.
15 minutes later
The pumps of Agent Peggy Carter of the SSR rang from the floor as she weaved her way through the packed crowd towards the women's bathroom. The dance troupe was busy entertaining the crowd, before Steve made his appearance. It was a routine she had witnessed over the past three months following Steve Roger's transformation into Captain America. Ever since the attempt on Howard Stark’s life 6 months ago by Hydra, and then the murder of Dr Abraham Erskine and attempted theft of his serum, Peggy had been assigned as Captain America's protective shadow detail. Just in case Hydra should attempt to make another move on his life. It wasn't a detail she loathed, after all the Captain was quite handsome but she hadn’t said a single word to him yet.
Shaking the thoughts, Peggy entered the women's bathroom finding the door to one of the cubicles slightly ajar. Thinking nothing of it, she shrugged and turned to the mirror, straightening out her long black trench coat before she began to run her hands through the tap.
“What the hell…?” Agent Carter breathed, noticing a pile of women's clothes by a pair of bare feet just under the ajar door. Switching off the tap, Peggy drew her M1911 pistol from the depths of her coat. “Excuse me, miss? Is everything alright?” She asked the door, gently opening it with her left hand while covering with her handgun, and gasped with shock at what was sitting on the toilet bowl. “Bloody hell!"
It was the body of a dead, young pretty naked brunette woman, her breasts and trimmed sex completely exposed. Aside from the thin red shallow cut that encircled the girl's slender neck, one could have mistaken the girl was sleeping. Averting her eyes from the dead girl's nudity, Peggy examined the body. Looks like one of the dancers, stripped of her dignity as well as her clothes she sighed, closing the cubicle door. Damn it, just like the assassin who tried to kill Stark. Hydra sure likes their garroting wire. They're going to make a move on Steve, I've got no time to waste. Making a mental note to tell someone later, Agent Carter shot out of the bathroom towards the stage.
The Convention Centre Stage, 20:33pm
With a false toothy smile, Lotte kept in step with the other dancers, their routine ingrained in her mind from attending their performances for the last three months. Then to rapturous applause, Captain America himself strode onto the stage imposing in his blue suit standing right in front of her. I have to admit he's strikingly handsome and tall but he's still my enemy and that serum in his veins will help Hydra win this war. “Ladies and Gentlemen, my fellow Americans! I'm Captain America and I'm here to tell you to support our boys fighting aboard for your freedom!” Gritting her teeth and rolling her eyes, Lotte Wolff reached for her suppressed Luger under her stolen costume…
“Move! Out of my way!” Agent Carter yelled as she shoved her way through the crowd with her pistol drawn, ignoring the complaints of the audience. “Hey! What's the big idea… Oh my God, she's got a gun!” screamed a young woman in front of her. With the crowd and dancers dispersing in chaos, Peggy was able to see the stage and one of the performers pointing a luger straight at Roger's head. “Gun!” She shouted, levelling her pistol straight at the woman's thigh and pulling the trigger.
Distracted briefly by the woman's British accent, Lotte heard the thunderclap that rang through the room, “Argh!!” She shrieked feeling the pain erupt in her right thigh. Clutching her leg she dropped her luger and dropped to the stage with a thud. God damn englander bitch! I was so close! I can't be captured alive, I must activate my cyanide and go to meet Helga. Sorry mother, sorry father and dear Helga I failed all of you!” Steeling herself, Lotte raised her head ready to smash it into the wood of the stage floor.
Recognising the injured woman as a Hydra agent, Steve acted quickly. “Oh no you don't!” He cried, grabbing the girl by the scruff of her costume and chopping her in the side of her slender neck. Lotte Wolff let out a pained grunt, collapsing into Steve's arms. Then in one smooth move ripped out her back left molar, the tooth parted from the jaw in a sickening crunch.
Peggy could only watch impressed. “So you knew about the cyanide capsule in the back molar, Captain?” Steve nodded hauling the unconscious woman onto his shoulder. “It's a Hydra favourite, I was at the attempted assassination of Howard Stark 6 months ago. And the agent that killed Dr Erskine activated his before I could catch him.”
He then smiled, which only made him more handsome to Peggy. “So does my pretty rescuer have a name, Agent?” The brunette blushed a bright shade of red but recovered quickly. “Agent Carter. Peggy Carter, Strategic Scientific Reserve. At your service, Captain. I was your shadow.” She said holstering her pistol and holding out a hand.
Taking her hand with a firm but gentle grip, Steve shook it, for a moment their eyes met and a connection like electricity passed between them. “Call me Steve, Peggy. I'm not officially a captain, that's just my name not my rank.” He replied modestly.
“So where do you want this Hydra agent, Agent Carter?” Steve gestured with the sleeping girl on his shoulder, who looked like a rag doll balanced on his shoulder. “If you could be a dear and put her in my car? I can get her back to the SSR and have a wee chat.” Flashing her wink, Steve Rogers walked towards the exit with loud footfalls, the crowd parting before him.
Peggy let her eyes fall to the Captains well formed arse, tight through his blue suit, and watched as his hips travelled. “Not bad, not at all…” She said with appreciation. “Uh excuse me ma'am?” Peggy sighed with frustration as a man's voice drew her away reluctantly from the pleasing sight before her. She turned to see two young MPs awaiting her orders.
“Nothing corporal I was thinking out loud. We've got a naked girl's body in the ladies bathroom, a victim of our would be assassin. Make sure you take her out of there with dignity.” The two men quickly saluted before running towards an army medical team. “God damn Hydra…” Peggy muttered as she walked towards the exit, past the LAPD who were busy evacuating the audience.
Strategic Scientific Reserve Safe House, Downtown Los Angeles, 22:30pm
Now dressed in green US fatigues, sat in a nondescript interrogation room with only a single overhead light, Lotte Wolff creaked her sore neck. She tried to bring up her hands to massage her jaw, only remembering that they were cuffed and chained to the floor. Her right thigh was throbbing but she could feel a fresh dressing, the wound wasn't as serious as it first appeared.
She gazed at her reflection in the two way mirror, shocked at how gaunt she looked and the trickle of dried blood that emerged from the corner of her mouth. The light making her look 10 years older. I failed Hydra and my family, I have nothing to live for anymore. Why did they let me live? If it were Hydra then I would be dead…
The sound of the door opening drew her back to the present. Lotte turned to see the same dark haired woman who had shot her in the leg entering the room, now wearing a US military uniform with the insignia of the SSR. “How are you, Fraulein?” The woman asked in a clear British accent. “It seems you are no worse for wear.”
Lotte shrugged. “Why do you care, Engländerin ? You're just going to kill me anyway.” The woman crossed her hands over the table. “My name is Agent Peggy Carter, Fraulein, of the SSR. And you have nothing to fear from me, provided you cooperate with us. Now what is your name?”
Lotte hesitated for a moment unsure at whether she could trust this woman who had shot her. She took a deep breath. “L-lotte. Lotte Wolff, Fraulein Carter.” she answered before lowering her head. Peggy's brow furrowed as she recognised the name. “Now that the introductions are out of the way, let's get down to brass tacks, as the Americans say.”
“Who ordered you to kill Captain America, Lotte? Was it Red Skull and Hydra? The same that made an attempt on the life of Howard Stark and the assassination of Dr Abraham Erskine?” The name made Lotte's head shoot up. “You people killed my sister! She was supposed to kill Stark but instead you killed her!” she screamed, her eyes wet with tears.
Peggy raised an eyebrow. “Helga Wolff was your sister?” Tears streamed down Lotte's face as she sobbed, nodding. “I don't know what Hydra has told you, Lotte. But we didn't kill your sister, she took her own life with her cyanide capsule. The same one you very nearly used yourself.”
“ You lie! Hydra told me that she died bravely in a hail of bullets…” Lotte's voice trailed off as a dawning realisation hit her. Peggy shook her head. “No, I was there Fraulein. She used her cyanide capsule when we caught her, Hydra lied to you. She died painfully.” Lotte let out a shuddering breath, a part of her wanted to deny the truth but the other knew that Agent Carter had no reason to lie.
Peggy leaned back into her seat. “You took this mission not out of any loyalty to Hydra, but to avenge your family. Am I right?” Lotte sniffed her big blue eyes flicking up to meet Agent Carters' green orbs. “That girl I killed. What was her name?” Peggy's eyes narrowed slightly. “Elise Skinner. She was about your age, so I'm told.”
Lotte nodded. “I tracked her and the dance troupe across the states, before taking my chance. I'm sorry that I killed her.” Peggy rose from her chair and walked around the table before perching herself in front of Lotte. “The way I see it is Hydra used you and your sister's rage to craft you into assassin's but they didn't expect you to survive. You were both deemed expendable by Red Skull.”
Lotte said nothing but allowed the English woman to continue. “They never really cared about you or your family. To them you were both tools to be used and discarded.” Lotte breathed, her voice choked. “I-it was Helga's idea for us to join Hydra, to avenge our fathers death. I just followed her like I always have.” Tears welled in her eyes. “I miss her…” She murmured.
Peggy placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, the half light reflecting sympathetically from her eyes. “We've all known loss, this war has taken much from all of us already. But you can still make this right. Join us, Lotte. Make sure that Hydra and the Nazis don't win, dooming more innocents to die.” Lotte sighed looking up into Agent Carter's eyes. “Please, Fraulein Carter. I would like to be alone for now. But I will consider your words carefully.”
Flashing Lotte a curt nod, Peggy swept from the interrogation room her high heels clicking from the floor. Watching the woman leave, Lotte was left alone with her thoughts and her grief the overhead light shining down on her.