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A/N: Inspired by some fanart, and I think this suits them very well and of course, it's Marvel CRIES. This will have a few parts, or just two. I'm not sure yet, but I'll inform you guys once I've updated.


Part I

Surprise was an understatement.

He was floored, his shock mixed with disbelief and some sort of twisted emotions as he stared wide eyed at her, mouth agape as he clutched the mask, her mask, in his hand after he had ripped it off from her face, almost losing his grip on his shield as she met his wonderstruck expression with her stoned one.

"Reyna?"

His voice was a whisper, with the same longing he had felt for his old life ever since he woke up came back at full force, the same feeling of longing that made the nostalgia hit him hard that he had a trouble time to think clearly when he saw her familiar face. He couldn't believe what he was seeing as he drank in her sight, she was really there in flesh as she stood rigidly in his presence, the familiar way of presenting herself with her head tilted up slightly in defiance, dark eyes narrowed at him with her used to be short hair now long yet again, tied into a single braid that rested on her left shoulder with strands of hair framing each side of her face. But, other than the metal arm that was attached to her shoulder and her dark attire, what changed her the most was the way she looked at him.

For the longest time, he had never seen such distrust and hatred burned through those brown orbs when she looked at him, never had she regarded him as if he was the enemy that had to be eliminated the moment he was in sight. The soft look she used to save for him was gone, as well as the mischievous glint that rarely appeared, and the secret concern she would always tried to hide from him but was unsuccessful because he knew her, he knew how she was always keeping an eye on him no matter what, even if he said he didn't need any help on anything he thought he could do. She was Reyna, she was his best friend ever since they were kids all those years ago.

And she was supposed to be dead.

"Who the hell is Reyna?"

Her velvety and slightly raspy voice made a tingle passed through his body, because he had missed that voice, he had missed how that voice used to scold him for getting himself involved in fights he shouldn't be in before he was what he was now, when he was still physically sick that running a few miles would even make his lungs suffer.

Before he could reply to her question, before he could tell her that it was him, Jason, her best friend, the guy who she had constantly called 'her saving grace', she had already whipped out a gun and aimed it his way, firing constantly as she had a look that clearly said she didn't want to hear anything he had to say, because she was going to kill him first and no one could stop her.

He quickly deflected the attack by using his shield to cover him from getting hurt, the mask in his hand left forgotten on the floor as he gritted his teeth. The moment she stopped, he ran towards her way, tackling her to the ground with his arms wrapped tight around her waist. She elbowed him in the gut that made him suck his breath sharply, and twisted in such a way that she was now straddling him, landing a blow at his jaw with her metal arm.

"Reyna!" He called out, catching the fist in his larger hand from getting his face hit. "Reyna, it's me!" He tried again, taking hold of her other hand when she was about to hit him. "It's Jason!"

"I don't know you," She declared darkly, struggling to fight him through the bonds of his strength. "And you don't know me." Despite her words, there was a flicker of something in her eyes he couldn't really place. Doubt? Recognition? He didn't know, because it then faded as quickly as it came when she stared down at him through narrowed eyes. "You are my mission."

With a heave, he threw her off him, watching her land into a crouch before she bolted, her long braid trailing behind her.

He started to chase her when suddenly a helicopter swooped down with a ladder rope at her way, to which she quickly grabbed and climbed as the machine flew away, leaving Jason staring helplessly from the ground as he watched his best friend being taking away from him again.


"I don't," Reyna snarled, cursing for being under Jason's weight again as she was on her stomach, his knee on her back so that she couldn't escape. "Know you."

"You do," He persisted, adjusting his hold on her so that he had a better grip, but at the same didn't hold her too tight that it would actually hurt her. "You do know me, we used to hang out with each other ever since we were kids, you used to follow me around everywhere because you knew how I would get myself into trouble if I ever so much left your sight. My mom would always asked you to check on me once in a while, even if your family was against the idea of you playing with a sick boy, but you ignored them, and gave me company."

"Shut up," She hissed, thrashing around wildly as her head started to pound, images she didn't remember started to flicker in her mind, but the blond man ignored her.

"And when I was about to join the army after getting the jab, you quietly followed me with your hair cut so that no one saw you at the beginning. You would always tell me how weird it was for your hair to be short after years of it resting on your back, how you would miss it but won't regret it. You'd always-"

"Shut up!" She roared, head butting him the moment he had unconsciously leaned forward. Jason reared back in pain, and didn't realize she had swung a leg out from his weight and kicked him in the chest, causing him to crashed into the nearest car that made the door dented inwards. He blinked, and quickly ducked when she swooped forward with her knife aimed at him, impaling into the steel where his head would have been. Before he could grab her arm, she was already grabbing another knife from her belt and started to slash at him, teeth gritted as her eyes blazed with fury and pain.

He deflected her attacks, suddenly remembering the friendly spars they used to had during the days before he was frozen in ice, before she was plummeted from the chopper and fell to her supposed death. To find out she was the Winter Soldier made his blood turn cold, because from the stories he heard from Annabeth, the Winter Soldier had cold-heartedly murdered so many people over the past decades was something so brutal that he knew Reyna was incapable of, because she was on the same side of the law with him, but the assassin's words was confirmed when he found a file of Reyna's from the organization on the same night he had robbed her out of her façade.

"I'm sorry," He muttered, and took the chance when he saw it as he hit her with his shield.

But he knew she was going block his attack as she jerked to the side, and was about to round house him when he caught her leg, bringing her to his chest with a vice grip, shield and all, and kept her there as he fumbled with a syringe from the small compartment at his pants and quickly buried the needle inside her hip. With a snarl, she immediately collapsed, her hands gripped his forearms as he supported her weight while the drugs started to take effect.

He watched as her eyelids started to drop, and then her whole body slacked.

He gently sunk to his knees on the ground, brushing her bangs away from her forehead as he sighed.


"It took the legendary Captain America to take down the invisible Winter Soldier."

Jason didn't need to glance towards the voice to know who it was, he continued staring through the glass window as he watched his long lost best friend lie on the bed, the machine that showed her heartbeat ran smoothly. "It took an antidote to stop her, I wasn't good enough," He replied instead, making no attempt to hide the bitterness that made itself heard in his voice.

Annabeth sighed. "It was the only way."

He curled his fingers into his palms from where he had crossed his arms. "They destroyed her. Brainwashed her that she turned into a war machine," He let out a breath and finally looked at her. "You contacted Percy?"

The corner of her lips twitched when the name of the other assassin was mentioned. "I did."

He sighed again as he rubbed his face. "How is he?"

She pursed her lips. "He'll live,"

They both know that Percy had been longer with the Olympus organization longer than any of them, they particularly took him in, made him feel useful instead of aimlessly wandering and stealing about. It wasn't home, Olympus wasn't exactly the type to give out a homey aura, but it was something for him to actually made him feel wanted.

But ever since they found out that it was only a scam, that the truth was hidden behind all those lies and false pity for the deaths of former agents, nothing was ever the same.

"How about you?" Her words snapped him out of his thoughts. He faced her with a slight raise of an eyebrow. "Are you okay?"

He blinked, before gazing through the glass window again, his shoulders slumped as the tiredness started to take hold on him. "At this point," He shook his head. "I'm not sure."