Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based upon history. At no point does it reflect my views or my opinions, nor do I endorse anything that might be said or done in this work. I am just writing work that is accurate for the times and what would have happened. I also do not own the rights to the MCU.
I use the names of real people during this work, but the work/ words do not reflect on those people. This is a work of fiction, and so their names are used, but their actions and characters themselves will be altered or be completely different and so have no bearing on the person.
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(Language: Russian.)
Mr. Lenin stared me in the eyes. "Don't forget who you are now. You are Cooper Johnson, or when in public in the east, Cooper Schmidt, son of Ingrid Schmidt and David Johnson, though you do not know much about your father." He smiled. "Died during the war, fighting that nazi. Yes." He pointed to the document.
I looked down, continued to read it. "My father was a US citizen, but when he died fighting, my mother was not married to him, and so we could prove no connection to him. After the war, we got trapped in the part that now became East Germany." I fell quiet to sell the moment. "My mother passed away from starvation and having to take care of the two of us."
Mr. Lenin smiled. "Good, now the rest without looking at the document." He reached over, taking the page describing Cooper.
"After my mother died, I lived on the streets and eventually ended up on the darker side of life, managed to survive my time smuggling goods over the Berlin Wall. Learned Russian from the smugglers, German from life, and some basic English from my father and my mother, wanting me to keep it up, thought it would help me in the future."
Mr. Lenin raised an eyebrow before gesturing to me.
"I'm to head over to the American embassy here looking for asylum to America, I am to get recruited by the Americans and become an Analyst for them, with my ability to speak all three languages, and as a kid they are to be sympathetic to me along with my skills, will want me to defection and then will take me in and train me."
"Good, it looks like your intelligence was not exaggerated. The rest of your documents are your passport, some cash, and directions to the American embassy. The rest of your equipment will be picked up in America, with the Embassy closest to where you end up." The sheet in his hand was quickly lit with a fire before being dropped in the bin. "You have every embassy and drop point memorised, you have had your entire travel here to memorise it?"
I nodded to him, which seemed to please him greatly.
"You know your mission; a lot of people have put an interest in your outcome, both good and bad." He started me down.
I clenched my fist before I released it quickly as I saw Mr. Lenin look at it. "I understand. I will accomplish every objective."
He smiled again. "Good." He went around the desk passing me a worn-down small backpack, I placed the documents away as I heard Mr. Lenin push a button at the side of the wall, something rang on the other side of the wall before the door clicked.
"We never met, and I don't know you or do I care to remember you. Best you don't get caught now." He smiled sickly at me as I hid my snide remark as I walked past and into a cloud of smoke, and the receptionist waved me goodbye.
I finally exited onto the clean street, allowing me a big breath of fresh air before sighing. No need to wait around, the earlier I start, the faster I can accomplish what I need.
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The cold air blew down the crumbling cobblestone street, as the 'pearly' gates of the Embassy gloomed into view, surrounded by its austere aura of stone and steel walls, topped with a jagged crown of razor wire and sentinel guards. Eyes scrutinised the outside world, watching for that which didn't belong, sniffing for any Red that could find.
From the information packet, I know that two of the outside hired guards were Stasi informants, so I needed to find an actual American from inside the Embassy. The only way in was to be taken in. So, I sat and watched everything that happened with the Embassy, with my dirty cloths, I just sat on the walkway and let the time pass, as people just passed by, not caring too much about me as I kept to the back streets and stayed away from the central street.
I watched for the day, a car left the compound and came back later, after that two man left the compound, rubbing their hands from the cold, and went to the local bakery. With clear, open windows, I watched as an older lady left the counter and headed out with a sweet smile on her face.
One of the men greeted the baker and exchanged pleasantries with the lady before she left. He made some jokes that cracked the baker and himself up as the third man stood silently, before the baker took something out. I could see that it looked to be a birthday cake, with extra frills and finely carved for the man. With my eyesight far superior to many other people, I could see it in great detail, maybe even up to the standard of Captain America. Word from Zhivago is that he had the eyes of a thousand Soviets, a scary man indeed. I watched as the man cracked another joke with the baker and left, a big smile plastered on his face. He looked like the perfect target.
I slept that night in the only safe house the document had told me about; I shook my head as I read the last part though, it would only last for 5 days before it was going to be used in another operation and I had to have moved out by then, time was not on my side. For such an 'important' mission from the KGB, they sure were giving all the help they could, succeed or fail, they did not care, I smiled, I won't fail you mother.
I woke early and made it to the Embassy and watched waiting for the same men from before and early in the morning the men went to the bakery again, having moved across the street and a bit down I made it close enough, and with less interference from cars, I could now hear through the walls.
(Language: German.)
The sun shone as a loud voice exited the bakers. "Goooood morning, Klaus, just came to say I appreciate the quick order for that cake yesterday, phenomenal stuff, my man! Could not have asked for a better one."
"Oh, that's quite alright, James, glad to be of service." I heard as the baker continued to wipe down his counter.
"Here, my good man, a tip for a great service." Something rustled about before it was lightly slammed onto the table.
"That is quite alright, you don't need to pay me more, I was just doing my job." The baker ignored the money and continued down the counter.
"I insist, please, thanks for the cake. I shall see you around, Klaus. I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day." I heard the men moving towards the door.
I had moved quickly and timed it so that I knocked into the first man as he left the store, slipping a piece of paper into his trouser pocket.
He quickly grabbed me by the shoulders, balancing me as my heart rate shot up. "Oof, wow, their kid. You alright?" He smiled kindly down at me as he held out his arm to stop the other man who was moving forward.
"Sorry, Mr. I wasn't paying any attention."
"Ah, that's alright, kid, no harm done. Now you have yourself a pleasant evening and try not to knock anyone else over, not a good habit unless you want to be a Stasi officer, haha." He ruffled my hair, before rubbing his hands together as he stepped outside.
"Gosh, it's cold." He breathed into his cupped hands.
"Don't try and get away from the previous conversation." The quiet man spoke for the first time. "I know the only reason you got that cake was so that you could move on, Janice."
"Nothing wrong with some single people wanting to start a relationship." I heard as they walked down the street, and I went to the baker to buy some fresh bread. It was as I was leaving the bakery that I saw the boisterous man barely glance at me before continuing his talk with the man.
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Nothing happened after that moment. The third, fourth, and fifth days went with no sightings of the man and his partner, though some other men and women left the embassy during that time, none looked for me. Leaving me to stay in a cheap hotel for that night, basking in the free reign of this mission, which squeezed my stomach and fed my fear of every movement of the shadows.
Early in the day, I woke up and headed to the bakery. As I approached, I saw through the window the two men buying goods from, and I quickened my step. The doorbell rang as smelt the fresh bread.
"Hey, it's the kid." James nudged his friend. "I tell ya, he could be an offensive linesman with those moves."
He ruffled my hair as I stepped up to the counter. "Offensive linesmen, moves, Sir?"
"You know, the guys who protect the pocket. Big and strong, fast of their feet and hands." I tilted my head slightly. "Don't worry about it, kid, though now that I look at you, you need some more meat on your bones." He squeezed my arms.
"Hey, Mr," I quickly took my arm back.
"Haha, my bad kid, my bad." He ruffled my hair.
The quiet man gave James's look. "Come on, James, you need to stop being so friendly with everyone you meet; not all of them are going to understand you."
James scratched the back of his head. "Hey, there is nothing wrong with wanting to chat with people, I'm doing no harm." He smiled and winked at me. "Hey, Klaus, let me get some more bread for the kid."
"Sure." He reached into the display and got out a bun, where I could hear every crunch and flake of it, and I was sure it was still warm from the oven, my mouth was already salivating.
"Thanks, Mr," I spoke.
"Don't worry about it, kid. Sometimes you just need a bit of help in life." My eyebrow twitched as he paid for the food. "See you around, kid, take care of yourself too, Klaus."
"You too, James." The pair left after that.
"Anything else for you, kid?" Klaus said as I bit into the warm, soft, smooth bread. I shook my head. "Thanks, Mr," I said before leaving the bakery.
I was heading back to my hotel, checking every movement from the corner of my eye and every shadow. I was not followed. I rushed to my room and patted myself down. In my jacket pocket, I found a folder piece of paper.
Hey Kid,
Sounds like you are in a tough situation. I would love to help, get to Zoologischer Garten station, the first café you see, today at 2 O'clock, and I'll see what I can do. Burn this message after you have read it.
Finally, my mission is making some progress.