"What happens when the rabbit escapes that which seeks to consume it?"
"The prey goes hungry, the rabbit lives only to eventually die another day."
"What happens when the system collapses?"
"We are a part of nothing, regimes fall everyday."
"What is love?"
"Desire, lust, a form of conquest."
"What do you see around you?"
"Red."
It was an empty room, the kind you see in thriller movies with a single light illuminating what little area that needs to be seen. Stone walls surrounded the room with a single window allowing visibility from the exterior and only the exterior. A man in a sleek gray suit adjusted his glasses as he carefully scribbled along the various forms and papers laid out before him.
"Name?"
"Natalia Romanoff."
"Target?"
"Steve Rogers."
A wicked smile crept along the normally facet expression of the man in the gray suit as he nodded his head and closed the folder.
"You know what you have do Ms. Romanoff."
Green eyes stared at the man with a blank expression and a simple nod was all that was exchanged before they both got up and exited the room as one turned left and another right.
The man turned the corner and picked up his phone before it could even ring as everything had lined up exactly as they had planned.
"It is done. Yes. Hail Hydra." Muttered the man before closing his phone and disappearing through the emergency exit.
She walked along the empty halls as she had done so many times before occasionally glancing along the empty windows as fiery red hair ran along the frame of her pale face and emerald green eyes staring right back at her. She's watched this reflection for years, as wide green eyes filled with tears grew more stoic and colder upon ever passing. The child's face had gotten sharper and eventually she had gotten taller as shuffling of the feet became confident quick strides. She gave a small smile at her reflection as she couldn't help but admire her own beauty, but that smile lasted for about a second before the same stone cold expression reemerged along her face.
Footsteps could be heard around the corner and a group of men could be seen coming down the hall. Their loud laughs and remarks quickly silenced upon seeing her as they hurriedly moved to the side with fear evident in their eyes. They knew who she was. She was beautiful, relentless, and her smile was the only thing seared into the minds of her prey as they took their last breathes. She was Black Widow and no man wanted to be at the end of her bite.
She easily strode by the group of men and towards the elevator where she pressed a button, which took her underground towards the floor labeled "Testing Facility," In Russian. When the door opened she was greeted by piercing white light, as that was what the room was, white.
A man in a lab coat appeared from one of the offices to the side upon hearind the ding of the elevator. "Ah Romanoff, I was told that you would arrive in an hour."
"Preparations weren't necessary, I have everything I need to complete task."
"Everything except this!" Said the excited young man as he reached in his pocket and took out a bracelet.
"And what is that?" Said Natasha flatly with a slightly bored tone.
"It's what you need to reach your target, you see he doesn't exist in the present but rather the past." Said the man as he walked over to a table and retrieved a file from the drawer and handed it to her.
"Captain America?"
"Steve Rogers was who Captain America was before the serum. We need you to go back to the time period before he took the serum and figure out why he was chosen, what made him special, and all the fine details. When it comes time for him to receive the serum your objective is to steal the serum, kill Dr. Erskine, and if you deem it necessary an incapacitated Steve Rogers."
"Time Travel?"
"Precisely! This bracelet will take you back to 1940 for a couple days or weeks before everything with the serum was set into motion. You must go along with how the timeline plays out and intercept at just the right moment. The bracelet will monitor everything that happens according to the timeline and after the day he is set to retrieve the serum you will be taken back to present."
"Seems simple," retorted Natasha sarcastically as she grabbed the Bracelet from the man along with the file.
"Of course," Said the man with a nod "Good luck Romanoff."
"I make my own." Responded Natasha flatly as she pressed the button and felt a warm sensation surround her before a being pulled into darkness. She felt a twisting sensation as if she was swimming against the tides of the ocean but just as quick as it began it stopped and loud blaring could be heard ringing in her ear.
" AY MOVE LADY! I GOT A TAXI TO RUN HERE!" Screamed the voice a frustrated man as more honks could be heard behind him.
Natasha opened his eyes and was greeted by angry traffic, bright lights, and the smell of smoke and sewage in the air.
"New York." Muttered Natasha still clinging tightly onto the file of one Steve Rogers.