If you would have told Dr. Giselle Gilmore a few hours ago that she'd be kidnapped from her home, sacked, and knocked out only to regain consciousness in the back of a moving vehicle, she would have laughed in your face and asked if an appointment to see her would be necessary.

But alas, that was her current predicament.

Giselle wasn't sure how long she had been out for but her muscles felt stiff. She made to move but found that her hands were tied, as well as her ankles. Licking her dry lips, she tasted something metallic; blood. Darkness surrounded her, as there was a cover over her head. Feeling her heart accelerate, she took in deep breaths to calm down so the panic wouldn't send her over the edge. She tried to squirm around but as soon as she kicked her legs out, she felt the heavy force of the vehicle door. The sound of someone clearing their throat made her freeze.

"I'd stay put if I were you, doctor."

Giselle wasn't familiar with the male voice. She tried recalling something that had happened earlier this week. There was an elderly patient of hers who kept asking her to prescribe him Xanax, but seeing as he had a history of abusing prescriptions, blood clots in his heart, and early signs of dementia, she refused. He had thrown a fit and not only threatened to call the board on her, but said that he knew some people. He had to be escorted out of the building. Giselle wasn't sure what to think. She highly doubted the old man would have been capable of hiring hitmen and having them take her away. Her mind was a jumbled mess.

Not sure of how much time had passed since she heard the man speak, she felt the vehicle slowing down. There had been many turns before they reached what she figured was their destination. She felt a foot kick her in her back and she let out a whimper when they took hold of her feet and unhooked the chains from her ankles. She was suddenly grabbed by the arms and hoisted up on her feet. The grips on her arms were tight and unpleasant. Whoever was man-handling her jumped down and picked her up into the air for a split moment before they set her back down on the ground. As she took a few steps, she felt hard cement under her shoes. She could hear cars and honking all around her. Dragging her forward, she tried not to trip as the mysterious person held onto her arm tightly and walked fast. There was the sound of a metal-clank all around her and immediately felt a burst of cold air hit her. Walking forward, or more like being dragged along forward, she tried not to trip. The metal-clank sounded off again, this time behind her and she realized that she must have entered some sort of building.

The cover was removed from her head and she stopped in her tracks as she stared around. Feeling as disoriented and nauseous as she was, she tried to keep herself as composed as possible. The man on her left was tall, had a shaved head and blue eyes. He had a very creepy look on his face. There was a second man, taller than the first who grunted and tapped on the ear piece he wore. He had an unfriendly look on his face. His dark brown eyes were staring into her soul.

"Wilhelm, this is her?" he asked after a moment.

The man with the blue eyes, Wilhelm, nodded.

Another man appeared out of nowhere and stood before them, "Rumlow, they're making their way down now." And with that, he turned to leave.

Rumlow, the second man, nodded and let out a humorless chuckle.

"He's going to kill you."

With that ominous comment, Rumlow started walking forward. Wilhelm pushed Giselle roughly to get her to start walking and she did so without question. It hadn't escaped her eye that these guys had guns. Big guns. They continued along the stretch of corridor passing numerous steel doors. She had absolutely no idea where they were. A few minutes had passed and they stopped when they reached a wall that had steel bars. The steel bars were actually a door that lead into an open room that appeared to be a safety deposit box vault. They were in a bank? She was beyond confused. There were several men standing by with guns. Two were huddled close together speaking quietly. They had blue lab coats on. They kept glancing at something that was inside the vault room and she tried to peer inside to take a better look. She could just barely make out the silhouette of a man inside sitting on a chair before Rumlow blocked her view. There were footsteps echoing from down the hall and when Giselle looked up, she saw that the man named Wilhelm started to look uncomfortable when he caught glance of who was coming to them from behind. Most of the men around her suddenly stood rigid and it was more quiet than before. A bead of sweat ran down from Wilhelm's hairline and she could see the vein in his forehead protruding. She didn't dare to turn around out of fear.

"Please, tell me my time isn't being wasted and that you've all got the soldier under control."

Giselle froze at the sound of that voice. It was one that she was all too familiar with. She had lived with that voice for twenty years. Fear turned into more confusion as she turned on her heel and her eyes widened, suspicions confirmed. It was Alexander Pierce.

"Dad?" she said quietly, her voice full of hurt.

"Fuck me." Wilhelm said under his breath behind her.

Alexander stopped short upon seeing his step-daughter.

"Giselle what the hell are you doing here?" he asked, eyes wide and alarmed.

"What am I doing here? That's a question I should ask you! I was kidnapped from my home and thrown into a car for hours!" she said.

"By who?" he asked quickly.

"I don't know, this guy?" she said as she pointed behind her at Wilhelm.

Alexander stared behind her and his lips pursed.

"When I told you I needed a goddamn physician, I didn't ask you to bring in my goddamn step-daughter!" Alexander shouted and both Wilhelm and Giselle winced.

"I had no idea sir." Wilhelm said quickly.

"Obviously!" Alexander said as he paced, scratching his head, deep in thought.

"Okay, what the hell is going on? Alex, I need to know, please." Giselle pleaded.

Alexander stopped pacing and stared at his step-daughter.

"First things first…" he said, reaching into the gun holster of the man who stood beside him. Lifting the gun up, it was aimed at her head and she felt her heartbeat pound in her chest as she flinched when the gun went off. She let out a loud shriek and then she heard the sound of a heavy thud hit the floor behind her. She felt her body shake when she noticed Wilhelm dead on the ground, a bullet hole right in the center of his forehead. Looking over at Rumlow, he had kept a straight face, staring straight ahead. A few tears slipped out as she looked back up at the man she had called her father for the last twenty years of her life. She didn't know that man anymore.

"You know me as the Head of the World Security Council, but I have some… extracurricular activities I partake in on the weekends… don't tell your mom…" letting out a chuckle, he waved the gun in the air for a second before handing it back over to the man he had taken it from. "You are in one of the last few standing HYDRA bases in the United States."

"HYDRA?" she repeated the foreign word shakily.

"Yes, HYDRA. Remember all those stories I told you when you were younger? The ones about the good guys who were trying to take out the bad guys but in the end, the bad guys won? Well, we're the bad guys. And we're going to win."

"Win what?" she asked.

"The world."