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The cement is damp and my heals click against it with each passing step I take. I am tired from working late at the office, and all I want to do is go to bed. I walk through the parking garage trying to find my car. I reach into my purse trying to find my car keys, but still my actions when I hear something. The faint sound of metal lightly scrapping against metal, the sound alone makes chills go up my spine, goosebumps appearing on my arms. I glance over my shoulder and feel my discomfort reach a whole new high. In the dim lighting of the parking garage is a silhouette, a silhouette of a man. He has a big build, with muscle, but that wasn't what made me afraid.

It was his eyes that haunted me.

Two pale blue windows to the soul.

I'd heard of this man... this ghost story that my father told me when I was a child. Back when my parents first started working for S.H.E.I.L.D... Before it fell apart only days ago. My father was Alexander Pierce, and it was him who knew all about the so called 'winter soldier'. He told me a series of tales of a man who did great things to protect people, but after everything that happened, I wasn't sure what was true or not. I knew he was here for a reason... I just didn't know what the reason was. I'd seen what he could do, the evil he'd done, and yet here I am drawn to the man with one metal arm. His hair hangs in his face as he strides forward through the darkness. I do not know why he's here, I wasn't anyone important, not like the people he normally went after. I want to turn and run, but find that I can't move. I'm too hypnotized by his eyes, I can't look away. He is cold as he watches me, fascinated, calculating... He lifts his hand that isn't bound in metal, and puts his index finger to his lips. He doesn't make a sound, but I swear that I can hear him whisper a faint.

'shh'

He keeps moving forward until he reaches me. I have to crane my neck up at him, he's very tall.

"W-What do you want?"

I whisper as a small smirk flicker to his lips. He grabs me, his firm grip breaks me out of my haze. His eyes hold a sadness I've never seen before, but there is a cruelty to his smile as he mutters one word.

"Revenge"