She stands in the center of the mat, staring ahead of her. In front of her are five men, two more than twice her size and three of average height and build for a Hydra agent. Her shoulders are squared and her feet are shoulder-width apart, her hands held behind her back.

All five men stand in a fighting position, all of them waiting for the starting bell to sound. A little ring sounds and suddenly all of them are surrounding the girl. She continues to stare ahead as the men surround her, her face devoid of emotion.

She eyes them out of the corner of her eyes as they pass her, all of them waiting for the chance to start. One of the larger men bites the bullet and lunges forward. Within a second, she's wrapped around him, pulling at his arms and bringing him to his knees.

The other men jump at her, too, wanting to protect their teammate. They're too late, however, as her elbow strikes his head and he slumps over. One of the men grab her and attempts to throw her over his shoulder. She flips herself and using her legs, brings him to the ground. She doesn't have the chance to knock him out as she has to block a blow from the only other large guy.

She grabs his wrist as he tries to pull it away, and she tugs him forward. She falls backward and she places her feet at his waist, easily throwing him, despite his heavy weight, over her. He lands on the ground with a thud, not having expected the action, and takes a few seconds to reorient himself.

Those few seconds cost him dearly as she kicks one of the average men away from her and punches another, and she lunges at him. She grabs his head and knees him in the face, making him groan out in pain as blood flies from his mouth and nose. She doesn't blink an eye at the painful sound or the blood as she does it two more times before the remaining three average men run over to her.

The large man slumps over just as two bodies crash into her. She barely lets out a puff of air as she twists herself from under them before they even have the chance to pin her down. She's up on her feet before they are and she grabs the wrist of the man who didn't lunge at her and she twists it behind his back.

He nearly falls to his knees, but he throws his leg backward, hitting her. She narrows her eye at the pain before she moves his wrist just a bit further to the side, causing him to scream in pain as it breaks. She pushes him forward and he knocks down the two men who have recovered.

She jumps at one of the other two, her fist flying forward as it strikes the side of his head. She throws another punch, but he blocks it, grabbing her wrist. She allows him to pull her forward, and thus out of range of the other two, and she twists her body around, causing his arm to bend in an unnatural angle.

She raises her leg and kicks at the arm, causing him to let go of her in pain. He throws his other arm forward and barely manages to touch her before she's on him and striking at his throat. He chokes and grabs at it as she takes the chance to strike him in the head.

She rolls off him as the two other men jump at her, not worrying about him any longer as his head slams into the ground, knocking him out in the process. She kicks one of the men in the leg, but he grabs her before she can get out of his reach.

He spins her around in his hold and wraps his arms around her as the other man who kicked her approaches her. She doesn't waste a second to throw her head backward, the blow not cushioned from her short pixie-cut hair.

He groans in pain as she twists his arm and brings him to his knees. She's forced to let go of him, however as a fist strikes her side. Shit, she thinks, narrowing her eyes into slits. I'm going to get punished for this.

She grabs his wrist and pulls him forward. She head-butts him in the head and she kicks his knee, sending him to the ground. With her current target down for the count momentarily, she focuses on the other man, who has yet to rise to his feet, and easily strikes him in the head with her foot.

He falls to the side and she lunges at him, punching him one more time and making his eyes roll into the back of his head. She throws herself off him as the last remaining man lunges at her. His hand grabs her upper arm and tugs her towards him.

She allows herself to be pulled forward but she throws herself to the side. He's forced to the side as well and she takes the advantage to spin around and throw herself onto his back. She doesn't pay mind to his sputtered curse as he's forced to his knees. He tries to grab at her as she wraps her arm around his throat, her other hand at the top of his head.

He attempts to grab at her hair, but with it cropped short in a pixie cut with just a little length to the top of her light blonde curls, he can't get a hold on her. He grips her arm in a tight grip with both of his hands as she strangles him, and she knows that she's going to have bruises in the morning.

She looks upwards at a man standing at the side of the man who has stood there the entire time of the fight. She tilts her head to the side slightly, awaiting her orders. His eyes flicker down to the man gasping in her grip and he gives a sharp nod of his head.

She doesn't hesitate to twist the man's head, breaking his neck. She stands up tall as his body slumps to the floor, his neck at an awkward angle. She returns to her beginning position, feet shoulder-width apart and her head held high. She's barely breathing hard and her face is blank of emotion, despite just snapping the neck of a man and knocking out four others.

"Get back to your cell, Soldat," the man spits out. She doesn't even bat an eye at the harshness of the order despite her winning the sparring match. He's always like this. She gives a sharp salute before stepping over one of the unconscious men, heading towards the doors of the training room.

With a sharp click, the video screen goes black.

"What the hell was that?" Tony spits out, his gaze turning to Fury who stands at the head of the table. Tony removes his feet from the table and narrows his eyes at the man.

The rest of the team have varying expressions of shock or blankness. "That," Fury says, nodding to an image of the girl that's just popped up. "Is Hydra's new weapon." They all look at him with dry shocked looks.

"According to the files we've raided from a base built in nineteen-ninety-seven, this girl was born in Hydra captivity. She was taken from her mother not even a day old and her mother was executed. The file also states that her mother had been given an unfinished version of the super-soldier-serum and that she seems to possess increased healing, stamina, speed, and strength."

"So, we've got another Winter Soldier on our hands?" Sam asks, raising an eyebrow. Steve cuts him a sharp look and Bucky stares blankly at him with narrowed eyes as his metal hand clenches into a fist.

"Not exactly," Fury starts, flipping through the girl's file. "According to this file she's not even being controlled like Barnes was. She doesn't need her memory wiped since she's been raised by Hydra and there are no mentions of her ever being 'activated' or controlled with trigger words. She's working there completely of her own accord."

"How do you know she's there because she wants to be?" Steve asks. "She's never been given a chance to do anything else. And who knows what they've done to her to make her that way? She grew up in Hydra, but surely she knows that she was taken from her mother and that she's being held captive by them?"

Bucky gives Steve a meaningful look. He would have said something, but he didn't attempt it in fear of saying something wrong. He's glad that his friend isn't against the girl who's being used just as he was with no choice as to what to do.

"He's right," Natasha says, drawing everyone's attention to her. "However, this girl is dangerous. She literally just took down five men within five minutes and she wasn't even breathing hard at the end."

"And don't forget the fact that she snapped one of their necks with a single nod from that Commander," Clint points out. Natasha and Steve glare at him, but he waves the looks off. "If you want to go ahead and try to reform her, you're going to have to let her know that she can't do that."

"Who said that I wanted to reform her?" Fury says with a raised eyebrow. Everyone gives him dull looks.

"Why else would you call us in for a meeting?" Tony says dryly. "It's obvious we're going to raid this base and take the girl into custody." Fury stares him down for a few minutes before growling out a sigh.

"Yes, we're going to raid the base and take the girl into custody," he states, flipping to a floor plan of the base. "However, we're going to question her on what she knows. Barnes, do you recognize this place?" A few people raise an eyebrow and their eyes flicker to Bucky who is staring ahead at the screen, studying the floor plan with intrigue.

He narrows his eyes at the screen before shaking his head. "Must be a newer facility," he states. "I don't recognize it at all." There are a few sighs of disappointment before everyone refocuses on the director.

"You're leaving tomorrow," Fury states, tossing a few manila folders onto the stainless steel table. "Study up."