Run, she had to run. Panting and shivering the red haired woman just running, ignoring the stinging pain in her sides for as long as she could. She had to get away, had to escape. They couldn't get her. No, she couldn't fail. After all she was their best. Trying to calm herself, she pressed against a tree, attempting to focus on her breathing. It all went wrong. A small mistake had her now being chased by someone and while she didn't know who they sent after her, she knew it was bad. Hearing the footsteps come closer, she began to run again, only to suddenly trip over a root that had been hidden, overlooked by her. While falling she knew, now it was all over and when she landed on the ground, a shadow was cast over her. A tall, masked man stood over the young girl, staring down at her while she shivered in the cold snow. "Sloppy." The cold voice with a strong Russian accent was heard and his one arm reached out, but not to help her. A knife was flipped open and she winced when the sharp blade cut through her skin, but she accepted her punishment. The shimmering white snow under her was slowly fading red as the blood dripped from her arm and she bit her lip when the cold air of the Russian winter cut into her exposed and bloody flesh. But the man didn't seem to care. Instead he kicked her side, forcing her to roll on her belly. "Get up, Romanova. Again." He ordered and the teenager forced a few tears back before pushing herself up on her feet. And just when she was about to start the training session all over again, another man came, a man in a lab coat.