A/N: Cerina is derived from a gaelic name Cerin and is pronounced Sereena. This chapter takes place just after Cap, Black Widow and Falcon have been taken to Fury after their run in with the Winter Soldier. The bionic eyes are something that I've borrowed from Agents of Shield, they basically have the ability to send a live stream of what the person is seeing to a computer, if the person with the implants doesn't follow orders they can be detonated, killing said person.

Sorry if you thought I'd updated, I was just sorting out some formatting errors.

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Chapter One: Shrapnel

It had been years since the jagged pieces of metal had sliced open her eyes but Cerina Jacobson was still feeling the aftereffects. In the mirror glass on one side of the small grey holding room she could see her reflection. Black hair, usually sleek but now slightly ruffled from the long journey (she had been blindfolded for most of it.) trailed down lazily over her shoulders. She started to comb through it roughly with her fingers but stopped when twinges of pain reminded her of gravel scraping her palms. She rubbed angrily at the scabs on her hands and surveyed the room for the fortieth time. The bare desk and spotless walls held her attention for approximately five milliseconds so before she knew it the ex-soldier was again scanning her reflection. An angular face, divided by white scar lines, greeted her. She stared into eyes that stared back, they were dark eyes, grey-black with tiny flecks of gold. They were not the eyes she had been born with, that flesh had been weak and watery and easy to kill, but of course that flesh had not had the ability to blow a hole in her brain.

It was hard for Cerina to decide if she hated her new eyes or not. The blackness she'd been forced to bear since she got blasted by a landmine in Afghanistan had nearly driven her insane but the bionic eyes hadn't been much better. The gold flecks were, in fact, tiny wires, soldered by delicate hands into a circuit board that made up her iris. She closed her eyelids over the visual representation of her enslavement and remembered.

Two years ago, after she had been flown back to the US, a man with a husky voice and an interesting offer had arrived at the military rehabilitation centre in Northern Michigan.
"How'd you like to see again?" he'd asked. "My people could make that happen."

She'd laughed and said it was impossible, she'd asked for the nurse to show him out but in the end she'd said: "Yes." After it'd been done and silicon and metal had been looped into her brain and implanted into the empty sockets the man had been the first thing Cerina had seen since yellow sands and red blood. He was tall and in a long black coat with a patch over one eye. Weeks later, when Cerina had learned that his name was Fury and his people were S.H.I.E.L.D, she'd asked why he'd given her the eyes and not had one for himself, he shrugged.
"I've done great things with one eye. Imagine what you can do with two."

That memory left her with a bitter aftertaste and she couldn't stand her face any longer so Cerina turned and dropped onto the plastic chair next to the desk. She spent a while like that, head pulled back staring at the ceiling.

After leaving her to stew for an hour or a decade, she couldn't tell which, a bald man with angry eyebrows entered. He had a file in one hand and the other was hovering over his holster where a magnum was encased.
"Hi." She drawled and pushed back the chair, like she was a highschooler in math class, beyond bored of what the teacher had to say.
"Jacobson, you are being held at Agent Hill's command, she has asked me to...interview you." Judging by the vein that was pulsing in his right temple, he thought that Cerina deserved more than an interview.
"Fine. I'm Cerina, and you are?" She asked sardonically and stuck out her hand for him to shake.
"Not interested in names, just facts." The man hadn't even bothered to look her in the face, he merely pulled up a chair and laid his handgun on the table for the whole world to see. Perhaps if Cerina valued her life more she would feel intimidated, she didn't so the loaded weapon, pointing at her abdomen, meant nothing to her.
"Why did you choose to abandon SHIELD in favour of the Papillons and later HYDRA?" Cerina remained quiet so the question could hang there for a few seconds then let her chair fall back to the floor, the front two legs making a bang that reverberated around the cell.

"Firstly I had no choice. Secondly, its Les Papillons, they're French. ThirdlyLes Papillons are part of HYDRA, a cell I think the word is." Cerina leaned forward, trying to get a reaction out of the agent, he did not indulge her and returned to the file.
"After...the cell" she was pleased to hear some annoyance in his tone and even better was his reticence to say the organization's name now that she had corrected him. "was crippled by Inachis' disappearance you were spotted in New York along with the Winter Soldier, what was your purpose there?" In a heartbeat any smugness was gone. New York was private. This agent, working for Maria Hill or not, would get no information from her. The man she'd fallen in love with there was dead, she alone knew what had happened and she would take it to her grave, just as he had. Cerina pursed her lips and looked away from the file that had previously held her gaze.
"Did you work with the weapon?" She jumped up, electrocuted by his use of the word.
"Weapon! He wasn't a damned weapon, he was a person!" Cerina howled, her palms stung from slamming them down on the table.
"Sit down, Jacobson." A voice crackled through a speaker next to the mirror glass. If it had been any other voice she might have laughed and stuck up her middle finger at the small audience who must have been assembled behind the screen. But it wasn't any other voice, she knew that one:
"I've done great things with one eye, imagine what you can do with two."

Fury. Her knees buckled and again she hit the chair with force.
"I...I worked with him. I got stuff ready, plane tickets and...and...well, I was his link to the Heads. Their instructions would flash up in front of my eyes and they always said that if I didn't follow them they'd flick the switch and detonate the eyes." If she'd still had the ability she might have cried.
"Alright I think we're done for now." Said a woman, also through the intercom.

Cerina's interrogator looked like he would have liked to press on with the questions but then Hill entered and verbally kicked him out.
"Wait, Pine, she might need the file." Maria held out a hand to stop the man leaving. With a scowl Pine threw the folder back down, tucked the magnum back into the holster and stalked out.
"What's his problem?" Cerina tried to heave some cockiness back into her tone but it sounded shaky at best.
"The mission that you defected during was the one where his sister died." The senior agent shrugged as if to say 'it could happen to anyone.' "Usually I try to keep personal matters separate, Fury or me couldn't interview you, we want to give you the benefit of the doubt. Which is perhaps more than you deserve. As you can probably tell we are a bit understaffed at the moment, he was the best one here." Cerina swallowed and clasped her hands, painfully tight, under the table.

"We're going to need a full account." The woman took out a notebook and pen from inside her jacket.
"Of what?" Cerina questioned as the last two years flashed through her mind.
"Of everything."

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