fic as meta
14 Jun 2019 19:15![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
domarzioneA snippet from the MCU WIP we're not talking about but could serve as HYDRA meta:
Sam’s question about whether anyone at the SSR had been HYDRA still bothered her; there was no way to know and the uncertainty was like a rock in her shoe. HYDRA hadn’t existed before Schmidt – or at least they hadn’t known that it had existed – and yet Bucky had told her that Zola had been working on him almost from the beginning of his captivity, when Zola should have been a prisoner himself. How had HYDRA managed to get so far so quickly in a decade?
Fascism had been popular all over, true, and many of its greatest aficionados in the US and UK had been people of immense wealth and power along with the working classes looking for someone to rally them out of their torpor and helplessness… But someone other than Schmidt had to have been running things for everything to have expanded so quickly and then sustain itself after Schmidt died. There had to have been an extensive network of HYDRA people in the US from the Thirties on, recruiting and converting and laying the ground for that which would follow. And some of those followers had to have been SSR for Zola to have the freedom to torture Bucky as well as the more pedestrian ‘keeping anyone from doing any real damage to HYDRA’s plans’ part of the program.
So even if nobody in the New York office had been HYDRA – and that was an assumption she could no longer make – that still meant that the SSR’s leadership had likely been HYDRA in part or in whole. She’d been working for the enemy even if she hadn’t been working with them. And when she’d gone off to found SHIELD with Howard, if she hadn’t brought enough of them with her, they’d have been emplaced like the sleeper agents they’d been. There had never been an infestation or an infiltration, anything for her to see or not see – she hadn’t missed anything because HYDRA had been baked into the foundation of SHIELD. She had never lived a moment free of HYDRA since they’d come into existence. Assassinating Director Carter hadn’t been necessary when she’d acclimated so well to passive control.
“Damn it all to hell!” she shouted, scaring the bejeezus out of a squirrel.
She’d been operating on the premise that if she could go back to 1946, it would be her mission to stop the rise of HYDRA. But she’d never really understood how pernicious they’d been, how woven into the fabric of everything they’d already become. Until this afternoon, she’d not properly understood how different HYDRA really was – and always had been – from Schmidt and his goose-stepping followers. The people she’d hunted with Bucky, the people in West Meredith she was tracing with Vision’s help, they’d been soldiers in mufti to her and not… this. Not part of an invisible society that stretched back to before the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor.
Henry Ford, genius inventor, rabid anti-semite, and good friend of Hitler… totally HYDRA.Fascism had been popular all over, true, and many of its greatest aficionados in the US and UK had been people of immense wealth and power along with the working classes looking for someone to rally them out of their torpor and helplessness… But someone other than Schmidt had to have been running things for everything to have expanded so quickly and then sustain itself after Schmidt died. There had to have been an extensive network of HYDRA people in the US from the Thirties on, recruiting and converting and laying the ground for that which would follow. And some of those followers had to have been SSR for Zola to have the freedom to torture Bucky as well as the more pedestrian ‘keeping anyone from doing any real damage to HYDRA’s plans’ part of the program.
So even if nobody in the New York office had been HYDRA – and that was an assumption she could no longer make – that still meant that the SSR’s leadership had likely been HYDRA in part or in whole. She’d been working for the enemy even if she hadn’t been working with them. And when she’d gone off to found SHIELD with Howard, if she hadn’t brought enough of them with her, they’d have been emplaced like the sleeper agents they’d been. There had never been an infestation or an infiltration, anything for her to see or not see – she hadn’t missed anything because HYDRA had been baked into the foundation of SHIELD. She had never lived a moment free of HYDRA since they’d come into existence. Assassinating Director Carter hadn’t been necessary when she’d acclimated so well to passive control.
“Damn it all to hell!” she shouted, scaring the bejeezus out of a squirrel.
She’d been operating on the premise that if she could go back to 1946, it would be her mission to stop the rise of HYDRA. But she’d never really understood how pernicious they’d been, how woven into the fabric of everything they’d already become. Until this afternoon, she’d not properly understood how different HYDRA really was – and always had been – from Schmidt and his goose-stepping followers. The people she’d hunted with Bucky, the people in West Meredith she was tracing with Vision’s help, they’d been soldiers in mufti to her and not… this. Not part of an invisible society that stretched back to before the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor.
