AN: SORRY GUYS. THIS IS A REWRITE OF THE FIRST CHAPTER. IT WAS TAKING ME TOO LONG TO GET ALL THE EVENTS ON THE PAPER EXACTLY HOW IT WENT ON TV, SO I DECIDED TO WING IT. HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS ONE JUST AS MUCH AS THE OLD ONE, IF NOT MORE.

This is who I am. This is who I am going be for the rest of my life. A killer. A sniper. An assassin. There is no way to change that anymore. I lost my chance to turn away from this life a long time ago. And it's never going to come back. And for some reason, I don't want it to. Somewhere inside me, I know that I will never be able to escape this life. It's a part of me. It is me. And there is no way to change that.

The Red Room sent me on another mission. Infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D. and eliminate Natalia Romanov from the equation permanently. It was a long term op. I was running this one alone. No handler. No support. I was on my own. No ties back to the Academy.

When this op opened up, I was the first one to volunteer. No one, and I mean no one, gets away with killing Alexzandra. No one gets to kill my only family and face no consequences. I am going to complete this op...Or die trying.

It's been a week since I've been living in this van. It's everything that I hate. It's messy, small, and colorful. If it were up to me, this place would look like no one has ever stepped in here. But right now, it looks as if a meth user lives in here. Papers lying everywhere. Clothes thrown in a single pile on the floor. The freaking computers took up all the space in this stupid van. I literally spent all my time hacking S.H.I.E.L.D. Now, I'm just waiting for them to pick me up. Is it really that hard to find a little "defenseless" girl? Hell, I live in a stupid van in a frecking alley for crying out loud. Someone, should've spotted it by now. Hell, they should've called the cops. But, here I am, a week later still sitting in this van waiting for my chance to infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D.

I sat down in my chair in front of the computers. I pulled out a photo. The same one Alexzandra gave me. The one of my family. Over the years, I've looked at this very photo multiple times. Each time hoping I would find answers. Answers to who I was before I became this. I wanted to know the real me. I wanted to know the happy little girl in the picture. I wanted to know who I was. Who I was other than this mask. This fake. This soldier. But I knew I never would be able to. The Academy changed me. They took everything I was before and made it a weapon. There was no way I would ever be able to go back to being the girl I was in that photo. That girl died along with her parents. And I was born the moment Alexzandra decided to give me a chance.

I stuffed the photo into my back pocket and hopped out my van. I stepped out of my little dark alley and found my way to the nearest cafe. Not that I needed the caffeine, I just needed an excuse to get out of that van. I slipped in line behind a large man. He wasn't fat. He was actually very well built. Even in the Red Room you don't see men built like that. He was chatting with a young lady. Asian like me. They were talking about the game battleship and how the woman cheats in some way and always wins. Behind me another woman lined up. She, as well, was well built. As I looked around, there weren't many people around. Just a man who was sipping his coffee as he read the daily newspaper. I smirked to myself. It seems as if they have finally caught up. About time.

Right before it was my turn to put in my order, everyone in the cafe turned to face me and drew their guns. I let a shocked face slip on and quickly raised my hands in a surrender motion. The man in front of me put down his gun and cuffed me.

**Who Am I? **

I can easily say that these people are not the brightest people in the world. Who the hell handcuffs someone in the back? You can never see what they're doing. I could've easily picked it and killed everyone in the car. But, of course, I played along. I needed to look like a helpless hacker after all.

It took ten minutes to get to their plane. Quickly, they tossed me into a cell. Before they locked the door behind them, they took my cuffs off.

As soon as they came off, I rubbed my now red wrists. They definitely did not like me. I just thought one thing: Phase One complete.

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