A/N: Takes place after Captain America the Winter Soldier. It features a few OCs of mine. I do not own any of the canon characters, only my OCs. Fanfiction of the Marvel MCU. This story has a rotating POV. There will be romance (eventually). Originally posted on my Wattpad (ArcelSkye) account. Enjoy!

Chapter One

This chapter is in my OC's POV.

Everything was pitch black. I was double blindfolded and my hands were bound behind a chair.

I wasn't afraid. Not in the least.

Fear is a weakness. One that a person like me can't afford.

"Well, what have we here?" a gruff voice said in the darkness. There was a faint accent to it.

I felt rough hands grab me underneath the chin, pulling my head upward.

Adult male, between the ages of forty and fifty, height roughly 6'1, and nationality is British.

Target identification: L12X3.

"Where did you come from girl?" he whispered into my hair.

I whipped my head away, not wanting him near me.

He growled, grabbing me by the hair, jerking my head toward him. "Don't test me," he said low and firm.

I said nothing, silently tugging at the bonds that bound me to the chair.

Hm. I could easily break them. The rope they used was old and unraveling, not to mention the added bonus that they didn't bind me all that tight. Obviously they assumed since I'm a girl that I'm weak.

That was their fatal mistake.

"Isn't it about time we end this farce?" I asked.

He struck me across the jaw with the back of his hand. "Watch your tongue, wretch!"

I laughed darkly. "It's you who needs to watch you tongue, Marcus Durandall."

"H-how do you know my name?" I heard him stumble back.

I stood up, the broken rope falling to my feet. I tugged the blindfolds off in one fluid motion.

Durandall stood in shock, and he shakily pulled a gun from the holster at his belt. "W-who the hell are you?!'

I rubbed my wrists that were faintly red from rope burn. "Such a shame," I sighed.

"Guards!" Durandall screamed.

I moved across the small room in a couple of strides. I grabbed Durandall's wrist in one hand and broke it. He screamed as the gun hit the floor with a thud.

At that moment, half a dozen guards armed with guns burst into the room.

I twirled Durandall around to have his back to me and I pinned his arm with the broken wrist behind his back. With my free hand, I pulled a knife that I had hidden from my belt and pressed it to his throat.

"Don't move," I warned. "I'll kill him where he stands if you do."

The gaurds shifted in uncertainty.

I heard a gun click behind my head.

"I wouldn't be so sure."

I tilted my head to see a woman with fiery red hair wearing a black cat suit.

I grinned wickedly. "So the Black Widow herself has arrived."