/Hey everyone, it's been a while hasn't it since I've written anything. Well, I just sorta got back into my writing muse, so if my grammar is messed up or my format is wrong I apologize, I haven't written anything in over a year lolz. So I had a sudden idea hit me a while back and I've been thinking about it long enough to put in an actual storyline so I hope you enjoy this. But just so you know as a warning, this fanfic is mainly in the perspective of Captain Rogers, but also my own character, Agent Grey (she's a girl, but she will be REALISTIC). I will try to my full potential to make this as realistic and as close to the movies/personalities as possible, and I am not going to be hasty with any kind of shipping of sorts (Iwannatryandbuildsomesexualtension XD Lolz) I'm going to take my time with this fanfic and I hope you all enjoy it./

-PROLOGUE—

Berlin, Germany

December 9th, 1990

12:25 AM

"She's a strong one is she not, doctor Krause?" An accented voice said as its owner loomed over the squirming little creature, the metal ring of his monocle glinting under the surgical lights of the dark room as the doctor examined the infant carefully.

He had been waiting decades for this. He had finally found the perfect subject for his plans; the plans that were left unfinished by his late comrade, but never did he think he'd find it within a newborn child.

He turned his head as he looked down at her; she was average sized, weighing at 6 ½ pounds with dark peach-fuzz hair that stuck up slightly, pale olive skin, and eyes that took on the most unusual pairing; the right eye a dark brown and the left an icy blue. She looked up at the strange men looming over her, being quite alert for an infant who was only a few days old. The man with the monocle adjusted his eyepiece slightly as he examined her from an angle.

"Ah…a beautiful little thing…nothing that Schmidt could have ever dreamed let alone thought of doing…our fate weighing on the shoulders of a child. He's probably be kicking himself in his grave…to think that such a small little thing could change us, to change this world…however, he failed to see that the smaller the idea, the greater the glory…" he said with a slight chuckle. The doctor nodded as finished looking over the small child, sighing a bit. He seemed unimpressed.

"…Vitals seemed to be normal, and nothing seems to be anything out of the ordinary." He pulled his gloved hands away and turned to the man who just inquired him moments before.

"Overall, she seems like a perfectly normal child."

The other man was silent before turning away, one hand folded behind his back, while the other reached for something on the tray next to them.

"Not quite…"

"Sir?" the doctor looked at him inquiringly. The man came back with what looked like an injection pen pressed to the infants arm, "…she is not 'normal' as you say it…" he pressed the button at the end, and the child made a fussy cry as he pulled the pen away, leaving a small mark behind, but quickly closed up.

"Sir, what did you…" the doctor looked at the man in confusion.

"Do not worry; it is just to ensure her task will be completed…"

"You forget doctor that she was born for a specific reason. A very special one at that, she is not a 'normal' child as you say…" he turned stepped forward into the light making his face fully visible. "…she is far beyond that…" the man's eyes narrowed as he saw the baby's skin began to glint in an odd way, like small, fractured fragments of ice, fluctuating back and forth from skin to the frost-like pattern before stabilizing back to its original human state. The Dr. Krause looked at the infant apprehensively with wide eyes before looking back at the other man, at a complete loss for words.

Baron Wolfgang von Strucker loomed over the infant as a crooked smile worked its way across his scarred features, his usually vapid eyes glinting with malicious intent and excitement. Finally he had found one; the perfect candidate to bring them back to their former glory. He could feel that power was soon to be in his grasp, or was possibly lying before him.

Strucker's eyes flicked over to Krause for a moment, sensing his discomfort before speaking again, the tone of his voice was calm, if not holding a tinge of exasperation.

"Calm yourself doctor, she nothing if not harmless, she cannot cause any damage…for now." he sighed.

The doctor relaxed slightly, but still felt a little uncomfortable. The Baron put his hand gently on the infant's head as he gave an almost fond expression over his belligerent-like features as he brushed back the dark fuzz of her hair.

"W-what…how…?"

"That, Dr. Krause…"

The man turned to him with raised eyebrows, "…was a glimpse of the future." He said before his gaze returned to the child in a power hungry way.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as his vision was taken over by the images of his dream. "…I can just feel our victory now…" He muttered to himself under his breath. He looked up at Krause briefly before looking back at the small creature before him.

"…the mother, what became of her?" he inquired without looking away.

"Dead, Herr Strucker…it seems the child was too much for her body to handle."

"Unfortunate. And what of the father…?"

Strucker's face was indifferent with the news of the mother, not seeming to care much.

The doctor paused before a glint of smugness flashed in his eyes before it disappeared as quickly as it came.

"…he has been… taken care of…" He said with a subtle nod, the slightest of smiles working on his face.

With that news, he slowly picked up the infant in his arms, a sort of prideful look on his face, "I believe you covered your tracks?"

"Yes, Herr Strucker."

"Was he any trouble?"

"No sir. He seemed…fairly willing. Shame though. He doesn't know what he's missing."

Krause gave a quiet chuckle. Strucker didn't seem to share his companion's amusement as he was too focused on his 'work'.

"Shame indeed. You have my praise." He seemed to smile at the doctor, who, for a brief moment, had a look of pride light up his features. But that however was short lived as three decisive clicks were heard.

Click!

Click!

Click!

Krause toppled over with a grunt onto the tiled floor in a puddle of blood which was gushing from the wounds in his chest and stomach, the glint of life leaving his eyes.

Strucker stood over him with an unamused look. His luger pistol was smoking at the end of the silencer's barrel, having shot the man in front of him only just moments before. He returned the weapon back to its holster, his other arm holding the child firmly against him.

He gave the former doctor a nudge with his boot to make sure the bullets had done their job before sighing.

"This is nothing personal Dr. Krause. It is simply business. And unfortunately, there was simply no longer any room for you to be in it." He turned and left the room where he met two foot soldiers waiting outside. They had badges with their infamous insignia; a malevolent looking red skull with eight tentacles splayed out underneath it.

Strucker didn't take his time to stop, but instead gave his orders while passing by, "Clean up the mess in there. I don't want that dummkof smelling up the place…" They nodded and obeyed, one of the two calling out a few others in German to follow.

Strucker sighed again before he smirked as he continued to look down at the infant with that same prideful glint in his eye, the child, completely oblivious to her surroundings, as she stared back with the same childish ignorance any infant would have.

But her eyes appeared to have a knowing expression to them.

Strucker's smirk widened as he put a gloved hand on her head, "…'cut off one head, two more will take its place'…"

He then leaned in closer to her head, and said in a hushed whisper, his smirk turning into a twisted grin.

"…Heil Hydra, mein fraulein…"

/This is just the prologue of the story. If you don't get it, don't worry, it's supposed to be a bit vague/subtle. So, Read and Review I guess. I'd really like to get some feedback on this. So I hope you enjoyed this. ^_^; /