What if: Son of Weapon X
He used to be able to remember things from before with such clarity. His mother. His great-grandfather. But there was nothing now. He couldn't remember much of anything or he just didn't want to. All he knew was that he had brothers and sisters here that he loved.

He wouldn't admit it of course. Some of them weren't exactly fluffy bunnies of peace and joy. But he had learned a lot from them. He also learned to not show too much of what he felt. He had been called a Zen Master by some of the agents who knew him since he was a kid.

He still was one. It looked like he was about to go on his first assignment though. They saw him as all grown up now and ready to play with the big boys and girls.

He was nervous. This would be his first time out. What if he messed up? So he looks to his older "siblings" hoping to gain some insight to how they feel about this before they head out.