This is my first fanfic, dunno how good it is. It is pretty much just following the life of one of Hydra's first super-enhanced soldiers. It's jumpy until 2009, where it follows the plot of Iron Man. Don't really know how it's going to turn out yet.
1941
I was stood on the cliff top, feeling the blood matted in my hair, dripping down my bruised arm. The blood snaked in my hair came from the very obvious gash imbedded into my head. The blood trickling down my arm, however, came from a number of different cuts lacerating my arms.
The night was eerily calm, no aeroplanes or attacks in sight.
The wind was strong in my hair, pushing it back with invisible fingers, the salt water hitting my nose and making my eyes water. The sun had set long ago, overridden by the crippling darkness, the stars nowhere in sight. Even they were too afraid to show themselves.
I could hear the footsteps behind me, the figure saying no words, simply stopping to look at me, waiting for what I would do. I wanted to turn around, to look at the person head on, face them and fight. The sound of an air raid sounded in the distance, signalling for everyone to get somewhere safe and the man shifted his weight, dirt crunching softly beneath his boots.
He knew, if I were to go now, nobody would notice the difference, simply assuming it was the war. This realisation is what drove me to take a step forward.
The man's boots slipped on the dirt, attempting to catch me. I felt his fingers slip through my tattered shirt, suspending me in mid-air for a breath, before it vanished.
The ground rose up to meet me with terrifying velocity.
My heart stuttered, jumping into my throat, before giving out.
I was simply a dead-(wo)man-flying.
Review and stuff are welcome.