RATED T FOR LANGAUAGE, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

I NO OWN MARVEL OR ANY THING TO DO WITH THEM.

If I did Cap and Winter would wear a swimsuit for a uniform and totally rock it!

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Honestly, how did hydra find these places?

It was all he could think about, looking over yet another base. Located near some backwater town on the border between Kansas and Oklahoma, it didn't seem to hold anything important. So far, there hadn't been much movement and he hadn't recognized any of the few people he saw marching about. That wasn't too unusual for him, however, and he thought back to the last hydra base he had 'visited'. There hadn't been anyone with a clearance level to know anything about him. The only person who might have some knowledge on the subject had been sent here, to research some new project. But so far, he hadn't seen the woman. While he was patient, he had been studying this compound for almost three weeks. Is it really any wonder as to why the man's mind began to drift?

His mind immediately jumped back to the moment he had stepped away from the blond man lying on the side of the river. It was then that he knew he was free. The word had never applied to him before. Oh, he'd have a choice in what weapons or method to use in taking down a mark, but being free to choose anything? Anything at all in every part of his life? The thought near paralyzed him in the realization of the true meaning of freedom. No one would give him a mission, tell him what to do or how to do it. The thought should have been comforting, but instead, it inspired a wave of panic. He was alone, with no one to guide him in this strange new world that he didn't quite understand. It's not as if hydra cared to keep him updated on the times. They only taught him enough to keep him useful as the world grew to love its new technology more and more. Now he was left trying to figure out how he could fit in, trying to figure out the tech they'd deemed unnecessary for him to know how to use. Sometimes he felt it was hopeless, there was no way he could catch up on god-knows-how-many years of innovation.

Stop.

He couldn't survive if he was floundering about in fear. He'd made it through six months, hadn't he? He's gotten across half the country searching for answers. Apparently, hydra had found the details on him too important to keep on a computer and now he was attempting to follow paper trails for information of how he became the winter soldier. So he'd made that his next mission, finding out more about the machine. The terrible device that had stolen his memories, forging him into a monster with no- he really needed to better control his thoughts. Let's stick to the facts. He needed to know if what the machine had done was reversible. Also, the bush he was using for cover was starting to make him itch. Somehow, the sharp little leaves had found their way inside of the suit, and was making him want to break the silence by scratching himself like he had fleas.

*BANG*

Well, that's one way to break the silence. At least something's happening.

He watched as a young woman in a lab coat slammed the side door of the building. Obviously a scientist; he was going to have to get a look at her face before he could tell if she was who he was looking for. He could only see her long brown hair and her back, right now. A guard followed her and stood to the side as she began ranting.

"I can't believe this! They tell me that they've got something of power, unbridled power. And what do I get? A child! A kid with weird hair does not make for an alien! What the hell am I supposed to do with it?" She sighed.

"Why are there so many idiots in the world? God, I need a smoke." She proceeded to pull out a cigarette and a lighter and set about fulfilling her addiction's demands. After a few moments, she got it to light and settled her back against the building to breathe in her cancer stick. Now that he'd seen her face, he was certain. The brown haired woman was Dr. Rachel Vernes. Apparently, her move had to do with some poor child who'd been mistaken as a valuable new object of research. Somewhere deep inside, a part of him felt uneased by the thought. A kid in the clutches of hydra was either going to grow up loyal to the cause or be killed for their knowledge. He shook off the odd moment of sentimentality and thought about how best to capture the doctor. Being on the other side of a fence with constant video monitoring and a guard posted on each corner was not conducive to him having a little 'chat' with her.

Eh, he'd faced worse things before. Now that he had verification that she was here, he was ready to retrieve her and shut this place down for good. Now how best to do that? Well, he had always liked walking away with a bang. With that thought in mind, he waited until both the scientist and the guard had gone back inside. Then, he slowly started heading back to the little town 16 miles away. Rubbing his hands, he thought:

Time to make an explosive.

A/N

I knoooow, how can I start another story while still at the beginning a different one? I haven't given up on Foreign, I just haven't fleshed out the plot enough to write the next chapter. Chapter two sets up some things I won't be able to change later on, so I have to be certain that everything is right.

I'm taking a different approach with this story. It's going to be fairly short, and I've already written up the next few chapters. I have this road map of where it's going and even ideas on a sequel. I guess I'm getting ahead of myself, but you can be sure that this story will be updated much more regularly. I'll post a chapter once a week.

Anyhoo, criticism is well appreciated! If anyone is enjoying the story, let me know. I might just post the next chapter early, since this one doesn't even have the child in it.