Hello All! I was watching Captain America: The Winter Soldier a few days ago and this story just popped into my head. I know I have A LOT of stories in the works, all of which I need to update, but I wanted to write what I have on this story and get it out there. I hope you like it! Thanks for reading! -Sevy14

In this story SHEILD fell, HYDRA won. Director Alexander Pierce survived, as did Jack Rollins, Brock Rumlow did not get burned up. Captain America was killed, as was the Falcon, and the Black Widow, many of their allies too were killed, including Sharon Carter. I do not follow the storyline set up by the creators. I do not own these characters ONLY those I make up. I wrote this just for fun for NANOWRIMO.

Chapter 1

When the defenses came down, they say it was worse than any attack on western soil. Far worse than the bombings that occurred all over Europe, in Japan, and throughout Russia during World War II. I could not fathom such, the extent was too large, the mental and emotional damage done was just too much. At the moment of the great fall, I had been down in the labs, we all were. Working tirelessly trying to make a break through of some sort. Anything to please Director Pierce. He was a hard man to please and no one in the lab wanted to bring him another disappointment. Of course, I was not a doctor, and in truth, the lab was not exactly a lab per se, it was just a name, it-it couldn't be classified as a lab, not in its entirety. I was a nurse, not that I had attended initially school to be one, but that was essentially my function at the lab, of course, I found that on top of nurse, I was counselor, confidant, and sometimes friend. I spent my time seeing to the patients, checking to see that they were in good health, or at least where they should be health wise according to their diagnosis. The doctors were busy trying to find a cure for diseases, flu-strains, colds, for the most part. Then again, we did the patch up and surgical work as well as saw to the recovery and physical therapy of all STRIKE team members who had been injured on the job. I worked a lot patching up injured STRIKE team members.

I'd been working at SHEILD for almost eight years when the day HYDRA set themselves loose upon the modern world. But long before that, I had graduated from high school with not only my AA but also a nursing degree. I had worked extremely hard to graduate with these honors and provide to myself with the opportunity to get out, to get away. When they had offered me the job, it sounded like a dream. The pay was fantastic. It was exciting for me to say I worked for SHEILD, especially in the beginning. My family was proud of me, for the most part. I knew that my Mother was proud, and her friends, the few she had. Father on the other hand did not believe that women should work, that we should serve our husbands and do our duty to society, bear children. A lot of children. He felt that women in the work force were a liability, a distraction to men… The superior of our race. It was a definite truth that he and I did not speak much. Rarely did I speak of my family and even less of him. The days spent at SHEILD had been my happiest, ones, of this, I was quite sure. Of course that would not last, good times as I have known, they never do.

My childhood had been less than great. He, Father, beat us: Mother, John, my older brother, and I. He was a horrible drunk, with awkward, vile, and cruel friends. He had a sailors mouth and his bite was far worse than his bark. Mother was far too afraid to ever protect John or I, so we suffered somehow we managed to survive the abuse. John though could not take it. After years of hiding behind fake smiles, endless lying to friends and teachers, he'd decided that enough was enough. He left me. Without so much of an apology or a goodbye, he was gone, leaving me alone with our monstrous Father and our cowardly Mother. I knew then once he had left me that I had no other choice but to leave to find some way to get out. His suicide scarred me, Father used this act to haunt me during my waking hours, but the truth was, John had always been the strong one and now, I had to figure out how to muster enough strength to get myself out of this house, but that was where SHEILD had come in. Unfortunately though, I was not able to escape unscathed, my path through the organization had been watched unbeknownst to me, my history, my Father's abuse, Mothers cowardly behavior, and brothers suicide marked me, as a desired target. Looking back now, I wish I had run the other way when SHEILD came knocking at my door.

The lab was far away from SHIELD headquarters, we did not know of the events that had occurred until slivers of whispers reached our ears. We had been unable to make contact and so we ventured out only to find out the truth. SHEILD had been taken, from within by HYDRA. Unlike almost all of my peers I had not been a student at the SHEILD academy so I had no working knowledge of what HYDRA was or its history.

What I did know was fear.

The fearful looks. Each frightened whisper, almost mute that came from those about me was unmistakable. I had been there more than I could care to recall or admit over the course of my life. It was the kind of fear that sent an unquenchable tremor through ones body, a fear that caused bones to shake, blood to rush too fast, too hard, and for too long. A fear that went unchecked, one that never found reprieve. It was vicious. It was mind numbing and it was heart stopping. Old habits die hard, my mind thought back instantly to years spent living beneath my Fathers boot. I retreated slowly making my way back to my office. I was alone and confused by what was going on in the world to cause such a thing to have occurred, knowing that I did not have all the answers, nor did I even have a clue about the right questions to ask. I passed by doctors, nurses, care professionals, patients all whispering, huddled in scared throngs wide eyed and breathless. I did not have friends here, only coworkers and patients I cared for. So my ears listened out of self-preservation for anything that might help me. At first many cheered and high-fived at the reports that SHEILD had been saved, or at the very least HYDRA stopped. But happiness and relief turned to startled dismay when the news of Captain America's death rang out. Then Black Widows, followed by their allies. HYDRA may not have succeeded in their plan, but they had wiped out their greatest foes. Even Iron Man, our golden scientist had not been safe, he was gone, dead too. Over and over again the words were said, 'This must be the end.' But I knew better. It was only the beginning.

Thanks for checking the story out. I appreciate it. Please let me know what you think. Happy reading! - Sevy14