A/N: Hello all, and thanks for reading! As most of you know, this is a companion story to the amazing Zenappa, my partner in crime and my fantastic beta as well. This is such a blast, and I can't wait to get deeper into the story with her! I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I'm enjoying this! Let me know what you think, and definitely check out the main story, Dear Marvel: Captain America. Thanks again!

Playlist:

The Ballad of the Nova Corps. (Instrumental) – Tyler Bates (From Guardians of the Galaxy), Eyes on Fire – Blue Foundation, The Causeway – Henry Jackman (From Captain America: The Winter Soldier), and On Trees and Birds and Fire – I Am Oak.

Mission Report: August 14th

There was a theory that one man at the right place at the right time could be better than an entire army. That one man could be so ruthless and dangerous that he could conquer countries, take down empires. This was the man I was altered to be.

I wasn't always this way. I used to be a good man, a soldier. In fact, I had a good life, despite what was happening around me. All of that changed after the accident.

I still hear the screaming. I still hear the wind howling in my ears. I used to be scared of it, but now it fills me with rage. He should have caught me. He could have been faster, but he was weak. If I had died, he would have been at fault, but I didn't. Sometimes I wish I had. Dying would have been better than the life I have I have now. The life he forced on me.

When they found me at the bottom of those mountains, they did things to me. They replaced my arm with a metal one, and they treated me like their personal guinea pig. Each time someone new created a new serum, it was me they tested it on. It made me stronger, but it had its side effects, as anything else would. Nothing I couldn't handle.

When they were done with me, I was given to the KGB as if I were a weapon. That's what I am, a weapon. There, I trained the new members, and I was their personal guard dog. When they were done with me, they put me under ice and gave me back to the scientists who messed with my head. They turned me into the ideal soldier, fueled by rage of what had been done to me. I was their hit man, and their little weapon. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but if I faltered for a second, it meant they took everything I had left: My memories. It was the one thing keeping me from being the perfect soldier, but the one thing that kept me going. It was the rage I felt that made me cruel. It was the sadness that kept me from turning into a complete monster.

The last time they unfroze me, it was to trade me off again, this time to the highest bidder. I didn't know names, it wasn't necessary. The only thing I needed to know was my mission. This man, my new 'owner', never told me his name. I didn't ask. All he told me was my orders.

"Do you know who you are?"

I answered easily, "The Winter Soldier."

"No no no, not your alias. You. Who are you?"

I looked up at the man, my face not showing an inch of emotion. I was to answer every question I was asked honestly, no matter what it was. No one ever asked about me, though. I was just their hit man. "My name, sir, is James Buchanan Barnes."

This seemed to please the man. He smirked wildly, then walked away. "Your target is named Steven Grant Rogers, Captain America."

My blood boiled by the mention of his name. I nodded politely, then turned away. How was that guy even alive? It had been over 70 years since the accident. I hadn't been outside of cryogenics in almost 20 years, and I hadn't been outside of either a lab or training field since 1944, but I knew that enough to know that he shouldn't be alive.

"Is there a problem, Barnes?"

I turned around to the voice, shaking my head slowly. "No."

He was surprisingly easy to track. He and his team were in a town in Ireland, and so we picked up our belongings and followed them. Upon arriving to the town, we split up, and he left me alone to get the job done. I didn't ask where he was going, not did I bother. He seemed to have a mission of his own.

I hadn't been anywhere other than the labs in Russia and America for such a long time that I had forgotten what it was like. I couldn't let myself be seen by anyone, so I headed down a path, finding what looked like an abandoned castle. I went in and made myself at home, putting my gear down. It's all I had, and it wasn't really mine. Afterward, I grabbed the few things I needed, then went on my way. I found a high enough spot, and set up, watching the team from up high. If I had any doubts that he was alive before, this settled those. There he was, walking around, as young as he was before. That just made me more angry.

There was around eight of them that I could see. Three women and five men, including Steve. I never got a good look at any of their faces other than Steve's, but with my skill, I didn't need to. I had a target, and no one else mattered. I sat watching them for hours, waiting for anything that would give me a chance to step in. They seemed to be dysfunctional to me, and I figured working around them would be easy. No one else had to die, just the target. I stared at the back of his head, anger rising in my chest. Finally, I was going to get the vengeance I felt I deserved. I was going to do to him what he had done to me, and there was nothing about to stop me.

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