The Winter Soldier

by Echo Hayabusa

During his final encounter with Madara, Naruto is catapulted to a new universe where he is found by the KGB. Broken and conformed, he is turned into the perfect soldier, The Winter Soldier. His presence bleeds in and out as he is frozen in time until Hydra take his facility, The Red Room. He is unleashed unto the world to be feared by all. Yet, all soldiers have their morales.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Dc, nor anything else I may use and I make no profits from my fanfiction. Please support the official release.

The challenge of this story came from Miles Militis of Justicia, who also helped me map out the details I needed to write this chapter. So I want to thank Miles Militis of Justicia for asking me to write this, and if you guys like this you have them to thank.

Important: Guys, please, yes I know I hype Naruto up to be a big dog. But I never want to make him unbeatable. It's fun to have him be strong, but not completely God like because then it's boring. When he fights, you know who's going to win. When there's a debate, you know who's going to turn out on top. Superman is God like, but he has his weaknesses. Thor is a God, but he has his weaknesses. Ares is a God and he loses. Trigon is a demon but he loses. It's just not fun for me if Naruto's like the one shot kid who can knock Superman out in one punch. That's why I write like I do. Yes, I make Naruto strong and then knock it down a little. But it's because I need a little bit of realism to help me write. I like writing fights, but not when it's "Blank does this, then this, then this, he wins!". I'm sorry for this guys, I'm just… I sacrifice a lot to write what I can, and I want you guys to enjoy it. But I want you guys to enjoy it for the right reasons, not because Naruto's Super God. If you guys love what I write or hate what I write I want it to be something I felt right writing. Because, either way, that's a win in my book. Thanks for the support guys. Also, I don't know when the opening takes place yet, but the skills Naruto has from being a shinobi are mine to choice, I. E, he can't fly. Take that as you will.

Prologue

"It's over, Mr. Uzumaki." An ominous, dark voice resounded throughout the barren, desolate wasteland that had once been called the Elemental Nations. The once green grass was now charred black, and filled with the sickening decay of long since deceased soldiers of war. A long black haired man, wearing a red armor visually similar to that of which samurai would normally be found wearing, stood across from a blond haired, blue eyed teenager. The teen, once the Jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi No Kitsune, sat kneeled on one knee. One of his bright blue eyes had been swollen shut, and a plethora of wounds littered his face, staining the black whisker marks that marked him as the former container of the Kyuubi a crimson red.

Blood dribbled from the corners of his lips and he panted heavily as he kneeled across from the black haired man. Thunder rumbled violently throughout the area, shaking the Earth with what seemed to be an Apocalyptic Earthquake. And as the first drop of the rain fell down upon the charred planet that he treasured so dearly, the blond felt a sense of relief. By his estimation it had been nearly an entire year since the last rain had graced the seemingly God forsaken planet. The black haired man allowed a self congratulatory smirk to grace his features as he brushed hair from his left eye, the color red shining brightly.

"It's not over… Until I say it's over…" The blond returned evenly as he stood to his feet. "... Madara…" The black haired man, now identified as Madara, chuckled sadistically in a way that would have chilled many men to their very bones. The red armor clad man began to stalk forward, circling his enemy in a way that was very common for predators to do to their prey in nature. The blond turned in small circles, drawing his fists up as though he would be able to defeat the man in a fist fight.

"Look at you, Naruto." Madara shot vehemently at the blond haired shinobi, whom spat a blob of blood from his lips before allowing it to fall to the ground. "You've been reduced to a pathetic stain on the overall existence of my kingdom." Naruto laughed loudly, a choking raspy sound coming from his throat as he did so. He held his abdomen, obviously hurting as he braved the deadly battle that he was sure was to come.

"Kingdom…?" Naruto questioned as he dropped his arms to his side and laughed a moment longer. "You call this a kingdom? Look around you, Uchiha." The blond haired teenager lifted his arms upward and gestured around himself. To the charred ground that defaced the once beautiful planet. To the bodies of the friends and comrades that Naruto had once grown to love. To the desolation that had overcome the lands that Naruto had once so lovingly called 'home'. "This is no kingdom, Madara.

"There is nothing left in this world. Nothing and no one. You've destroyed village after village. You've bulldozed through countless shinobi, one right after the other. You've taken so many lives that your hands aren't just stained, they're over pouring with blood. And you never once stopped to think in your warpath that you were destroying everything that there was to rule over. There is nothing here for you, or me, Madara. The world is finished, because we are the last. This war was the apocalypse, and we are the final shinobi left. We are the final battle between good… And evil, in this, your kingdom. Your kingdom of nothing!"

"Kingdom of nothing?" Madara questioned in retaliation as he launched a kunai knife at the blond. Naruto dodged away, his hand launching himself off of the ground as the black haired Uchiha appeared next to him, attempting to knee him in his abdomen. "Is that what you see? Then you are truly blind. You see a kingdom of nothing, and yet I see a blank canvas, ready to be altered into the most beautiful painting in existence." Naruto launched himself backwards as Madara paused to direct a fireball at him.

A blue ball of energy began forming wildly in his hand as his eyes narrowed. The blond dashed forward, narrowly missing his opponent who lurched to the side. However, Madara's eyes widened as he found a second Naruto, the first having made a clone at some point during the battle, bearing down upon him with a second Rasengan. The jutsu slammed into the man's chest and launched him backward, where he skidded across the ground, much like a stone that had been tossed across the water. As he flipped to his feet, he used his hand to steady himself as he slid backwards.

Naruto shot at him from the side, slamming into his shoulder and knocking him to the ground. The blond launched himself away from his opponent, who stood to his feet in anger. However, an all too familiar 'hissing' sound echoed throughout his ears. He was barely able to launch himself into the air as an exploding tag which Naruto had placed on the ground erupted violently. Madara placed his arms in front of his face in an 'X' form to protect his person, allowing for a fatal flaw in his defence. A kunai knife sailed through the air and entered the side of Madara's neck. The man's eyes widened and he maneuvered his body to land on the ground, standing across from his battered opponent.

"You've gotten better at dancing, Uzumaki." Madara spat venomously as he held the kunai blade to keep blood from gushing from his wound. "However, it's going to take more than a knife to kill me." The black haired Uchiha's hand wrapped around the handle of the weapon before he removed it. Naruto narrowed his eyes as he took a ragged breath. "This world is mine. It will be reborn, and with its rebirth I will be revered as a God. And in that universe, you have no place amongst my subjects."

"Then finish me, Madara!" Naruto screamed as he spread his arms outward. "Grant me the relief of being forced to stay another moment on this God forsaken rock filled with my friends! Do it!" Silence reigned between the two combatants as the rain that had begun to fall turned into a very heavy downpour. Madara tilted his head sideways at Naruto's words before he began to laugh sadistically.

"No. You do not get to have the relief that your friends do. You do not get the pleasure to walk the Stairway to Heaven, nor ride the Highway to Hell. You get to live again. I have been saving one technique for the very end, Uzumaki. A technique granted to me by my Sharingan that I may only use once. There is no dodging it. There is no death, only the unrelenting pain granted to you by my technique."

"Enlighten me to this technique then… Madara." Naruto snarled hatefully, prompting the man to smile as a vortex began to rip Naruto apart from the inside out, molecule from molecule. Naruto was unable to breath as he felt his very existence being unwritten from the face of the Earth.

"Goodbye, Uzumaki. Know that when my kingdom arises again, you will not be the martyr you believed yourself to be. You will be the villain who attempted to stop peace from every coming to fruition… Enjoy the hell of living a new life… Uzumaki."

"Madara-"

-The Red Room,

Soviet Training Facility,

World War II, 1942-

"Where did you find this boy?" A black haired man questioned his colleague as he stood over the broken and battered form of the teenager known in his own world as Naruto Uzumaki. His comrade looked around, making sure that only highly reliable KGB agents filled the room. Then, he finally opened his mouth to explain.

"It wasn't me, Nikolai." The man responded, both having heavy Russian accents. "It was our agents that are in the field. During their most recent battle, they noticed a flash of bright light in the sky. This boy was what fell out of that light. Our radiation monitors don't have the scale needed for whatever it is that it reacts to, but there is something akin to radiation within the boy. We've checked his healing cells and have found that he heals at an alarming rate." Nikolai frowned at the statement as he turned his head to the side.

"What are you suggesting we do, Dmitri?" The black haired man questioned.

"We having been searching for a subject to create our own super soldier as the Americans have. But so far all of the subjects have died going through the same process that Captain America has. I wish to use this boy as our next subject in making a breakthrough with the super soldier project." Nikolai stood still at the bold statement. It was true that it seemed none were able to withstand what Captain America had.

However, with the teen laying before him apparently not being a regular human being like the KGB agents that filled the room, there was the statistically chance that he would have far more chance of surviving the process. "And if we do this… We don't know who this boy is. Where he comes from. If he is American, or German, or Japanese. We do not know where his loyalty lies. And yet we are to throw him into a container that will allow him to emerge as a superhuman when it is apparent that he already is in some way?" Dmitri nodded with a grimace at the statement before replying.

"Yes, I've already thought of that. Before we put him in the Super Soldier chamber, we'll have to break him. Implant false memories into his my, brainwash him, wipe his mind. Do whatever it takes, however many times it takes to make him conform. We cannot allow this opportunity to pass us by, Nikolai. This may be our only chance to produce a Super Soldier as the Americans have with Captain America." Nikolai remained silent for a moment before he began to exit the room he resided in.

"Project approved, Dmitri. Break the boy, do whatever it takes to make him bend to our ways of life and our orders. And then turn him into the perfect soldier."

-The Red Room,

Soviet Training Facility,

World War II, 1942-

"Who are you?" Dmitri questioned the teenager in his custody, Naruto Uzumaki. The blonde's head lolled from side to side as he sat, chained to the side of a wall. He had never been allowed to recuperate from the battle he had been involved in prior to his acquisition by the KGB. It would have allowed him to fight the effects of the techniques that would be used on him.

"My name is Naruto Uzumaki…"

"Your name is not Naruto Uzumaki." Dmitri returned as he scribbled away on his clipboard. The first step in brainwashing someone was breaking down their self. Attack his self, otherwise known as his identity or his ego and his core belief system. The agent performing the brainwashing was simply to deny everything that came forth from their interrogation. "You are Naruto Nikolai." The blonde's eyebrows furrowed at the words and he lolled his head, barely able to keep himself awake. Yet, he knew that if he were to fall asleep that he would be shocked by a hundred volts of electricity.

Giving the teen a false name, similar to his real name, made it even harder for him to discern the truth, especially after having been interrogated in the same manner for three weeks. In those three week he had not had a full two hours of rest to help his mind, thus making the lies that Dmitri fed him easier to place in his mind. "Where do you come from?"

"Elemental… Nations…?" Dmitri was aware of what Naruto spoke of. Using the technology of the KGB that allowed him to search through a person's memories and delete them, even placing false ones in their place, had allowed him to learn the truth behind the blond. And what a truth it turned out to be. A truth so great that, in the end, Dmitri would be unable to completely wipe the blonde's mind. He needed him to remember at least certain parts of his life so he could keep the techniques he had acquired in the Elemental World. This eye opening event was also the reason his subject was forced to wear bracers made to strip the mutants of America of their powers, leaving only his healing ability as per their design.

"Incorrect, Naruto Nikolai. You are from Soviet Russia. You serve Soviet Russia and what Mother Russia stands for. Now, where do you come from?"

"Konoha…"

"Please, Naruto Nikolai, think about the ramifications of what you're saying. You're very delirious, you haven't had sleep in quite some time. Your mind is making up lies that you know aren't true. Search your mind and your heart to find the truth. Tell me, Naruto Nikolai, where are you from? What is your origin?"

"I come from Konohagakure." Naruto returned. Dmitri frowned and scribbled away on the clipboard in his hands. Then, he motioned for a KGB guard to step forward. The militaristic man marched ahead and slammed the butt of his rifle into Naruto's abdomen, relieving his body of all oxygen. As he attempted to catch his breath, a second guard stepped forward with a stick producing one hundred volts of electricity, before sticking it to the blonde's throat. The teen's head lifted skyward as his mouth opened in an 'O' shape, a silent scream making no noise whatsoever.

The torturous moment lasted all of thirty seconds before the guards stepped away from their prisoner. Dmitri adjusted the reading glasses of which he wore upon his face before he look to Naruto, he sat with his entire body now sagging within its confines. "Now, let's start from the beginning? Who are you?"

"Naruto… Naruto… Uzumaki…?" Dmitri could hear the hesitation in the exhausted blonde's voice, and it nearly made him giddy. It was the first true lapse he heard from the teen yet.

"Incorrect, your name is Naruto Nikolai. You are from Soviet Russia. You believe you are shinobi, but you are not. You are an agent of Soviet Russia. You are dealing with Post Traumatic Stress from the war. You are not Naruto Uzumaki. Now, what is your name?"

"My name is Naruto... Naruto…"

-The Red Room,

Soviet Training Facility,

World War II, 1942-

"I don't understand how you could do it, Naruto." Dmitri chided from his place amongst the blonde's cell. The teenager was barely able to keep his eyes open anymore, and with every breath he took there was a definite wheezing to be heard. "You killed them all. An entire town worth of men and women." The blonde's eyes scrunched shut and his head turned away as Dmitri continued with the second phase of brainwashing. Guilt. The method was simple. While the breaking of self was still settling in, and the subject was still far too gone to understand what was occurring, you attacked them for everything they had done wrong.

A specific memory of the blond had revealed that, under orders of his village, he had killed an entire area of men and women planning to overthrow the 'Daimyo'. Using KGB technology, Dmitri had changed that memory in the boy's mind, allowing him a measly minute and thirty seconds of reprieve. The new memory he remembered as truth was that he had gone AWOL during the war, and forced himself to believe he had been ordered to kill a town of Russians, so that he could release the pain he felt inside himself.

"And now look at you. You sit there upon that wall lying. Lying to yourself, and everyone in the room around you. You lie because you don't want to accept your truth. When we feed you you barely eat. And when you do, you eat slow. It's as if you don't want to be helped, because you know what you've done is wrong. Don't you?... Don't you you murderous bastard!?" Naruto's jaw clenched with his eyes and Dmitri allowed a smile to grace his features. Attack the subject relentlessly, mercilessly, and they eventually began to feel true shame for things they had done. No matter how minor.

"Don't look away, Naruto Nikolai, face your truth." When the blond refused to look, Dmitri motioned for a guard to step forward. One did, withdrawing a knife before plunging it into the blond haired teens brutally battered body. The KGB agent twisted the knife violently as a screamed ripped itself from the blond haired prisoner's throat. "Now, look at me, Naruto. Do pretend you can run from your sins! You have nowhere to go…"

-The Red Room,

Soviet Training Facility,

World War II, 1942-

The head of the KGB facility known as the Red Room, Nikolai, watched the blond that his close comrade, Dmitri, had been working on. He was strapped to a chair with leather bonds. A metallic object had been placed upon his head and the blonde's body writhed with pain as electricity was spread throughout his body from his skull. An agent known as The Executioner heated a metal dagger over fire and metal. Then, he plunged the weapon deep into the blonde's abdomen, allowing it to join a total of five others.

As soon as the dagger was firmly in the teenager's body, The Executioner turned and began heating another dagger. Nikolai pressed a red button, halting the electricity that had been running rampant throughout the Red Room's project. The blond sat in the chair, his abdomen convulsing violently as, even with the relief of not having the volts of electricity shooting through his body, he was unable to breath. The door to the room the torturer was occurring in was violently kicked open as five more KGB agents rushed the room.

As The Executioner continued heating his dagger, one of the new agents blindfolded the bound blond, whose healing abilities prevented him from dying. A cloth was placed over his mouth and nose before water was poured over his face, the agents screaming at him in Russian. In would be only a matter of moments before another of the newer guards produced a pair of pliers and began breaking the teenager's fingers. Nikolai could watch no more. And so he left the room to plan the KGB's next action.

-The Red Room,

Soviet Training Facility,

World War II, 1943-

It had been three months since Dimitris acquisition of Naruto, and not once since the blonde's awakening had he been allowed much of a relief from the torture that was administered to him. "Naruto, agree with me, for once." Dmitri goaded as he finally, mercifully, moved on to the next step in his brainwashing of the shinobi. Self-betrayal. He would admit that he could have moved the blond to the next step some time ago, but allowing more time for torture allowed for things to go far more favorably for Dmitri. "Just repeat my words. 'I am bad'. Admit that you are bad."

Naruto stared at the ground with lidded eyes. Saliva dripped from his bottom lip as he remained, chained to the same wall he had been upon his first awakening. "Admit that you are bad, Naruto. That the friends you had have turned you this way and they are bad. Anyone you felt was family helped make you this way, and they are bad. Admit it or this will continue. We will find anything important to you and destroy it. You will witness far more pain than you ever have." Once the first two steps had been initiated, when the subject was disoriented and drowning in guilt, the interrogating agent forced the subject to renounce family, friends and peers who share the 'wrong' belief system as him by threatening more physical or mental harm.

"You're right." Naruto rushed as Dmitri motioned for a pair of guards to step toward his subject. "I… I am bad! Everyone that I loved, my friends and anybody I thought of as family were bad. My teachers were bad! I am wrong, and I am bad!"

"Very good, Naruto." Dmitri announced as he stood to his feet as the blond began sobbing harshly. "We will continue from here tomorrow."

-The Red Room,

Soviet Training Facility,

World War 2, 1943-

Dmitri smiled as he entered the holding cell of the teenager once known as Naruto Uzumaki. He had arrived at the final phase of the KGB's brainwashing, a step in which he had to do very little. The sound of of violent sobbing filled the teenager's cell. Dmitri took a deep breath of air and the released a content sigh at the sound of the final stage. The Breaking Point. With his identity in crisis, experiencing deep shame and having betrayed what he had always believed in, subject tended to undergo a 'nervous breakdown'. Psychologically, a nervous breakdown was a collection of severe symptoms that could indicate any number of psychological disturbances. Nervous breakdowns could include, but were not limited to, uncontrollable sobbing, deep depression and disorientation.

The subject could potentially lose his grip on reality and have the feeling of being completely and utterly lost and alone. At this point in time, during the breaking point phase, the subject's sense of self was up for any to take hold of. The subject had no clear understanding of who he was or what was happening to him. And it was because of all of this that made the final phase of the brainwashing so easy for Dmitri. "Naruto, how are you?" The only response the former shinobi gave Dmitri was the sound of his sobs. "Do you want this to stop, Naruto?"

"I do…" Naruto choked out, prompting the KGB agent to smile.

"Then all you have to do, Naruto, is accept the truth. You are Naruto Nikolai. You are a Soviet Soldier with mutant powers that you've made yourself believe are your abilities as a shinobi. You've orchestrated a world of shinobi inside your mind where you turned your battles with United States mutants into 'Shinobi Battles'. You made yourself believe this World War was the Fourth in your shinobi world. And now you're ready to integrate into a program to redeem yourself. Now… What's your name…?"

"Naruto… Naruto... Nikolai..."

"Good. Very good. Unchain him, make sure he gets fed… Let him get a little sleep. He has two days to rest his body. Then, he goes into the Super Soldier pod."

-The Red Room,

Soviet Training Facility,

World War II, 1943-

Nikolai and Dmitri stood side by side as they watched the Super Soldier Pod close around their project. His terrified blue eyes shot around wildly as he struggled against the leather bonds that kept him firmly in place. Despite the brainwashing Dmitri had performed during the months in which the blond had been at the Soviet Training Facility, and the false memories and lies that had been placed within his mind, he was still petrified of the tube that was closing around him. As well he should have been, as none of the pain he had bared would ever have prepared him for what was to come.

As electricity sprouted from around the machine, the teenager's torture filled screams pierced through the air of the room, begging for mercy. "Please, let me out! Let me out!" His cries rang out and would have broken the hearts of many men and women to hear the desperation that wracked his voice so. However, his pleas fell upon the deaf ears of the KGB agents that filled the room so completely. "Please, let me out!"

"No, you can do this." Nikolai replied easily, though Dmitri was unsure if the blue eyed subject would even be eligible to hear the remark. Seconds passed by dreadfully as the captured Super Soldier Pod grew out of control, the electricity soon turning to fire as the machine began to fail. Naruto's agonized screams filled the room and then there was nothing. The machine cut itself off and all was quiet within the Red Room. Scientists pressed buttons rapidly before the pod slid open, revealing the blond.

While his facial features remained largely untouched, his height had grown exponentially, and his physique had easily become on par with that of the real Captain America that the Americans had produced from the same pod. Naruto's head rolled from side to side as he attempted to step from the machine, only to fall to his knees as the world around him spun wildly. "Help… Help me…" The blond fell to his face, his body physically exhausted from the ordeals he had undergone from his time of being a prisoner for the KGB agents.

Nikolai stared at the unconscious blond before glancing to his comrade, Dmitri, before nodding to him. "Project deemed a success. You have my full backing and funds to continue, Dmitri. I'll stop in to check the process on him, but otherwise the project is completely on you from here on out."

-The Red Room,

Soviet Training Facility,

World War II, 1943-

"Up!" Dmitri watched from an enclosed room with glass windows as Naruto, now codenamed The Winter Soldier, pushed himself up on the command of his current trainer. "Down! Up! Hold yourself up!" Water was being sprayed over the Super Soldier's body as he performed the repetitions called out to him. The water was ice cold, no doubt chilling the teenager to his very core as he held himself up, his resolve unwavering. The soldier calling the repetitions kicked Naruto in his abdomen, prompting him to fall over onto his back. "Did I say rest!? Consequence!"

Soldiers within the room that worked on the commander's words rushed forward at the statement. Their steel plated combat boots slammed into the blonde's abdomen and chest as they ran over him. After they had trampled over his body they would rush around and rejoin their comrades at the end of the line, effectively creating a circle. And then they all stopped, just by their commander holding up his hand. "Pick your ass up, get back in the pushup position. You're a Super Soldier… Right!? Well, we're going to test how many pushups a Super Soldier can perform. And once you've reached that peak, you're going to to do twice as many!"

-The Red Room,

Soviet Training Facility,

World War II, 1943-

"Alright, Soldier," Naruto's trainer spoke as the blond stood in front of a pool of water, his feet bound together and his hands tied behind his back with rope. "Let me introduce you to a little something called not being able to breath!" The commander of the KGB Agents of the Red Room kicked the blond subject known as the Winter Soldier in his chest. His body fell backward and he plunged into the water, balancing to make sure his feet went first. The water rushed over his head, chilled to freezing temperatures.

The cold made him want to take a sharp breath, but that would have done nothing except invite water into his lungs. So he kept his mouth and nose from taking in any of the liquid as he floated in the icey waters. It felt as though thousands of needles were violently stabbing his body and he was forcing himself not to breath because of it. Forcing himself not to struggle against his bonds, knowing it would take too much energy and too much oxygen to do so. Overhead he could hear the muffled voices of KGB agents laughing, joking.

The seconds in his submerged bondage turned into minutes. Naruto was unable to keep time with how long he was able to keep himself submerged. However, after around an estimated time of five minutes he began thinking. He knew that he would be unable to keep his composure underwater forever. The Super Soldier Pod did not give him unlimited breath for underwater, and there was no way he could use his chakra, or mutant abilities whichever it may have been, to help him. He was still forced to wear the mutant canceling braces so he could be forced to actually fight to survive within the Red Room. Seconds later, bubbles rose from his mouth as his lungs screamed for air. He closed his mouth and forced himself not to begin panicking. Not even when his vision began to turn black.

-The Red Room,

Soviet Training Facility,

World War II, 1943-

Naruto's fist swung over his trainer's skull before the man grabbed his wrist. He pulled violently, flipping him through the air. The blonde's body slammed into the ground, knocking all of the oxygen from his lungs before the man over him dropped down with his elbow. Naruto rolled to the side, avoiding the attack before he launched himself to his feet. His teacher's foot barely grazed his face as he pulled back before the blond jerked forward, his shoulder knocking the teacher off balance.

As Naruto kicked at the man, he grabbed the blonde's leg before slamming his elbow into his knee. Naruto released a cry of pain as the man released the appendage, allowing him to stumble backwards. His teacher rushed forward, his elbow sailing towards the blonde's skull before Naruto brought his forearm up to block. Knocking the attack away, Naruto's foot crashed into his opponent's abdomen, prompting him to stumble backwards. The blond made to kick his mentor again, only for the man to catch his foot.

Naruto's blue eyes narrowed as he jumped off of the ground with his other foot. It sailed over his mentor's skull as the man ducked down. As his foot hit the ground he automatically launched himself back into the air, performing a back spinning kick. Again, his foot sailed over his skull and landed on the ground. However, as his foot touched the cement the second time his mentor jerked his body forward by his foot before smashing his elbow into the blonde's face. His body crashed to the floor as he stared upward at the ceiling, dazed.

"Pod gave you Super Soldier upgrades, not the skills to use them. Get with the program, or you're going to keep suffering. Outside, lay in the pond." Naruto clenched his teeth. The pond was not actually 'outside' but was a lake built in doors and controlled at a sub degree level. When someone laid in it it automatically began creating waves like an ocean, washing over the person's body. If you were in the pond, you were forced to hold onto two floating logs which were chained to the ground underneath the water. "Did I stutter!? Pond! For one hour! Then get your ass back in here!"

-The Red Room,

Soviet Training Facility,

World War II, 1943-

Naruto was physically weary. His day had begun with training as he had not even been allowed any type of food. It had begun with his mentor holding his ankles, keeping him in the 'barrel' position. From there they started at the top of a thirty step set of stairs. Naruto would have to used his strength to launch himself off of the stair he was on, and then bring himself down to the next every time his instructor yelled 'down'. If he missed a stair he had been forced to start all over again. Then, he had been forced to perform pushups on a cement bridge. It was situated over a small river and when his body touched the ground, as he was required to do, his head would hang off of the edge. His mentor stood by him with a kendo stick that he liberally used to hit the blond whenever he deemed it fit to, which was often.

Afterward he had been forced to run through two miles of snow, as it continued to fall through the air, to a forest near the Red Room. His palms had been barely wrapped with bandages before he had to use the very sides of his hands, down from his pinky, to practice hitting trees. He was allowed to wear nothing but a small pair of shorts in the overall freezing atmosphere that he was in. "Get ready!" Naruto's mentor's voice cried out. The blond tensed and turned to find a KGB agent standing behind him with a wooden baseball bat.

The blond released a deep breath as he pulled his body into a crane position. The agent swung the bat through the air, shattering it on the blonde's shin. Spinning, Naruto's fist plowed through a cement tile held in place by another KGB agent. Turning, he jumped high into the air and broke a slab of wood that was held by one agent sitting on another's shoulders. As he landed a final agent emerged with five wooden baseball bats. He placed them on the ground, holding them in place by the very butts of them. Naruto's leg lashed through the air, shattering them into pieces before he pulled back.

"Good, you passed the breaking test. Now let's see how you work against real opponents. Rush him!"

-The Red Room,

Soviet Training Facility,

World War II, 1944-

Naruto frowned as he entered the facility known as the Red Room. Shortly after being exposed to the snow in 1943 for the first time, the blond had been shipped to train with actual Russian Special Forces for an entire year. That entire year had been spent training. There was not a day that had went by, not a minute, not a second, in which he been able to rest. He had been among the soldiers as one would barrel roll under the rest as they sat in pushup position, forcing them to use their arm and leg muscles to launch themselves into the air.

He had been among the men as soldiers trampled across their abdomens, something he was already familiar with. He had learned their style of fighting. He no longer questioned if he was Naruto Uzumaki or Naruto Nikolai. He was Naruto Nikolai, and he was a Soviet Soldier. He belonged to Mother Russia because it was Mother Russia that had created him. "Are you ready to train?" A familiar voice questioned. It was Naruto's former mentor. The plan was to test his new prowess against a newly initiated KGB agent.

Naruto nodded and walked forward, entering the room in which the agent waited. A crowd had gathered to watch the spectacle of the return of the Winter Soldier. The KGB agent grinned arrogantly as he rolled his neck. "Running a little late there, freeze." The man stated, mocking Naruto's codename. "Frostbite have you a little stiff?" Naruto said nothing in response as his former mentor raised his hand. Then he lowered it to begin the battle. That was it, there was no preparation for battle. The KGB agent rushed forward and began punching viciously at Naruto in a chaotic pattern. The blond used the palms of his hands, slamming them into his opponent's wrists to knock the attacks away.

"A good warrior is able to dodge one hundred twenty punches per minute." Naruto stated before he grabbed his opponent's wrist. His knee slammed into the man's abdomen, forcing him to double over before Naruto twisted the man's arm. Jumping into the air, Naruto twisted around the KGB agent's arm before bringing him to the ground in an arm bar. The blond released a violent cry as his knees pressed down on the man's chest, his hands pulling his wrist down as well while his abdomen pushed his elbow upward until there was a sickening crack.

The KGB agent released a scream of agony as Naruto released his arm and rolled away. However, the blond was quick to find a place mounted on the man's chest as he began to slam his fists into the agents face, while making sure one never left the front of his own features. He did not stop, and no one stepped in to stop him, until the agent's life was no longer a concern for the Soviet agency. Naruto's mentor could not have held a more prideful look for the soldier he had become.

-Battle of Groningen,

Battlefield,

World War II, 1945-

Naruto ducked down as the sound of bullets darting through the air resounded violently. It was the blonde's first actual battle in the World War that had been occurring around him as he was crafted and molded. He had stayed with The Red Room for a month before he had been deployed on his first official mission as the Winter Soldier. He had been tasked with infiltrating Nazi Germany's regime and, when the time presented itself, helping to destroy it from the inside out. He had, of course, quickly been accepted due to the fact that he was basically a poster boy for the Arian's so called 'Superior Race'.

Due to his prior training, though the Germans were unaware of it, he had been integrated into a branch of the German's Special Forces. He had gone through the training just as he had when he had been shipped to train with the Soviet training. That was how he found himself on the battlefield, donned in a black Nazi uniform, though he had ripped the swastika from his arm the moment he had 'lost' his squadron. He held a Luger pistol in his hand as he stalked through the area, a FG 42 strapped to his back. There seven thousand German soldiers and Dutch and Belgian SS Troops that were against the 2nd Canadian Infantry Division.

Catching sight of the area in which his targets were holding down, Naruto rushed forward. A guard came, halting him in the process as he asked who he was and why he was missing the swastika that marked him as an ally in German. Naruto began to return a tale of how he and his squadron had been ambushed on their way to rendezvous when they had been attacked. His squadron had been killed and he had been sent to tell of the assault, though they had kept his armband as a souvenir. The guard stood in place, suspicious as he turned and began to call out to his comrades.

Naruto reacted quickly, removing a knife from the inside of his uniform. It serrated blade slid hazardly along the man's throat, allowing blood to pour from it and his mouth as Naruto kicked him forward. The blond shoved the man's body to the ground and rushed forward. The first soldier he came upon, he fired a round between his eyes, automatically alerting the rest of the resistance to know of his presence. They instantly began to converge on his location. He holstered his pistol and pulled his FG 42 from his back. As the first soldier reached him, the butt of the gun slammed violently into the man's throat, crushing his larynx automatically.

The second to arrive he fired upon, taking one shot to send him to the ground. He jumped to the side and rolled as another soldier fired at him. Coming to a kneeled position, he shot the man in the chest. A group of soldiers rushed at him, unarmed except for combat knives. Naruto fired into the oncoming ground as he slowly walked backward, taking on bullet to drop each soldier he could. When the point came that he ran out of ammunition and the first soldier reach spitting distance of him, he threw his FG 42 through the air. The man caught his, befuddled as he attempted to come skidding to a halt.

Naruto quickly upholstered his Luger and began firing at the crowd once again, ensuring that the man holding his rifle was the first to hit the ground, lifeless. The pistol only held so long before it was placed back in its holster. Unarmed soldiers rushed forward again as more made mad scrambles in attempts to find nearby rifles to rid themselves of the threat that had found his way into their camp. Naruto caught the wrist of a man as he attempted to stab the blond. His palm slammed into the man's elbow, snapping it. He dropped his knife and Naruto pulled it out of midair. It dragged across the man's throat before the blond launched it through the air where it plowed into another soldier's skull.

Performing a back handspring, Naruto produced his own combat knife once again, now stained with the blood of the first soldier of the camp he had killed. One of the German soldiers rushed him, only for Naruto to grab their wrist as they stabbed. He slit both sides of the attacking arm, severing the nerve connection that allowed him to use his weapon and forcing him to drop the knife, before he violently dragged the knife across his opponent's throat. Standing in place, Naruto performed a back kick that slammed into another soldier's chest, which sent him stumbling back into more.

Spinning, Naruto slit another's neck before rushing forward. Leaping into the air his foot plowed into the one man's face. He used the leverage as momentum to jump over the heads of the crowd towards an arriving soldier who wielded an VMG-27. His knife plowed into the man's skull as he used his body to soften his fall. Rolling from the deceased man with his weapon now held firmly in his hands, the blond opened fire with the light machine gun upon the group of unarmed soldiers. Launching the weapon through the air, it slammed into a soldier's throat. The soldier fell to the ground as he produced a grenade from the Nazi Germany uniform he wore. He removed the pin before launching it through the air towards the ammunition area, where the soldiers were apparently receiving their weapons from.

It, and everyone within a close proximity of it, exploded in a violent flash of bright light. Bodies were flung through the air with destroyed rifles, blood and organs with bullets flying in all directions. The blond stood firm as he faced down what remained of the now permanently unarmed soldier. Still well over four thousand of them within the area, with the possibility of more being in the vicinity. Being unarmed himself with nothing but his knife, Naruto could have used his 'jutsu'. But he didn't. Not then.

He rushed forward, his knife plowing into a soldier's chest violently. Spinning, his foot slammed into another's throat, crushing it with the power of his super powered body before his hands grabbed the sides of a man's skull. With a quick jerk, his neck snapped and his body collapsed to the ground. His knee slammed into a German Soldier's abdomen, causing him to double over before Naruto wrapped his arm around the man's entire neck. With a show of brute strength, the man's neck snapped like his comrade's.

A grin spread over Naruto's features as a blue ball of energy began forming in his right hand. The soldiers were beginning to gain their bearings, they were converging at once. They would have surely outnumbered and overpowered him. The key term being would have. Naruto shot forward, the ball of energy ripping through his opponents and tearing anyone in his path to shreds. As he broke past the unarmed forces, Naruto launched himself off of the ground, flipping through the air as he made a hand seal with his hands. "Kage bunshin." Thousands of Naruto's appeared throughout the area, completely encircling the remaining thousands of soldiers of the camp Naruto had attacked. They all drew their knives together at once as the soldiers all came back to back in a circle, their eyes terrified.

None of the blonde's targets survived the Battle of Groningen. And none would ever know the true history behind the battle, with the truth being hidden behind lies created by the KGB, and passed through their agents in the higher levels of the Canadians.

-The Red Room,

Soviet Training Facility,

End of World War II, 1945-

"It's a shame that we were just able to put The Winter Soldier out on the field." Nikolai spoke to his long time friend and comrade, Dmitri, as the stared at the blond through a bulletproof window. "We don't have use for him right now… But we're not going to waste him. We've learned that his healing process slows his aging. But we don't want him to age at all right now. Ice him."

"Put him in the Cryogenic Chamber? Are you sure?" Nikolai looked to his comrade with a scathing look.

"I said.. Ice him, Dmitri."

-The Red Room,

Soviet Training Facility,

1963-

"Wake up." Naruto's blue eyes opened wearily. The last image he remembered seeing was the inside of a pod before his body had frozen. Now he stared at a young man standing before him who looked very much like Nikolai. The man stared at the blond for a moment before he motioned for him to follow after. "It's an honor to meet you, Winter Soldier. You were personally funded by my father, Nikolai. Some years have passed since you were put to sleep. My father has passed and I have become the head officer of the KGB. My name is Vladimir. Pleasantries aside, you should be able to tell that I haven't thawed you out out of the kindness of my heart."

Naruto narrowed his eyes at the man as he slightly tilted his head to the side. "No. There's no one within the KGB who does anything from the kindness of their heart, now is there. The only reason you would have woken me from the sleep your father forced me into is because there is personal gain involved in it for you." The man, a blond, grinned widely at the statement as he motioned for his fellow blond to follow him.

"Indeed there is. It's not 1945 anymore. It's 1963, and the KGB now have a new use for you. Originally you were made to be a Super Soldier for Mother Russia, to be used on the battlefield during World War Two. But that was all you were made for. However, you were, and are, the perfect soldier. Something far too valuable to be allowed to go to waste. Here's what's going to happen. We're going to lease your services. People pay for big jobs to have you kill for them. You'll still operate for us in case something is to arise. Bottom line, you kill when we say kill. And when you aren't killing, you're in the chamber." Naruto stood still. He didn't appreciate being thawed from his prison to find that he wouldn't be working with the same egotists that he had before, but worse ones. Still, he was an agent of the KGB for the Soviet Union and he would act as such. As he had been taught to do when he had been broken down and built back up.

"I assume you've already been paid for a mission that you need someone of a high caliber to perform."

"Very astute of you, Winter Soldier." Vladimir stated before speaking again. "Yes. Your mission is simple. You're going to kill someone and frame someone else for the crime so it can never be traced anywhere."

"Who's the person?" Naruto questioned, prompting a devilish grin to spread over Vladimir's face.

"The President of the United States of America. John F. Kennedy."

-The Red Room,

Soviet Training Facility

1968-

"Good morning, Winter Soldier." Vladmir's voice called. Naruto opened his blue eyes to find the man, older than the last he had seen of him, standing in front of him. But, in all fairness, the man had only awoken Naruto three times. Once for the assassination of the American President, once to assassinate a man whom had been known as Malcolm X and once for a riot that had broken out in the Soviet Union. Hundreds of rioters had been dispatched by Naruto on that day with no remorse on his part whatsoever. "It's time for you to return to work."

"Is it the President of America again?" Naruto questioned. "Or perhaps another riot?" Vladimir frowned at the words. The Winter Soldier was not favorable towards him because of his somewhat arrogant nature when he had first assumed command of the KGB. However, he had grown to be very much like his father and would not let his father's creation's words get to him as they once would have.

"Close. He's running for President. The same person that hired you through us to kill John F. Kennedy wants you to do the same to his younger brother, Robert F. Kennedy. They do not want a Kennedy in office because they feel the last one was not good for their United States. They do not want his brother, I quote, 'Running their nation into the ground', end quote. I don't care much for the details, and neither do you. The money we get for this is good for the KGB and as such Mother Russia. Do you have any reservations, Winter Soldier?"

"I don't."

-Soviet Russia

Child fighting ring,

1982-

Naruto looked around himself, disgust settling inside of him. He had been woken, this time by yet a new commander of the KGB. Vladimir had fallen deathly sick some years ago before three commanders had taken his place. Since, Naruto had been placed on odd jobs rather than hired mercenary work and he realized that he had never been 'hired' to begin with. The jobs he had been given were simply jobs the KGB needed done to change the history of the world. Since his last visit with Vladimir he had caused the death of the Starks, the owners of Stark enterprises, trained many of the plethora of programs that had sprung to life in attempts to save the dying Red Room and participated in the slow dissection of a groups that the KGB simply didn't want in existence.

His current job pitted him in 'disassembling a child fighting ring'. The truth behind that statement was that he was to destroy the building that the fights were held in by explosion. But in doing so he would end countless child lives. A throb of pain passed through his skull and he remembered living in Konoha, being an orphan living on the streets. "Konoha doesn't exist." He hissed as he produced a grenade. Yet, as he reached for the pin, his hand began shaking. He simply couldn't do it. There was something in him that revolted at the thought of innocent, child lives being lost because of a few men's greedy wants. And again he remembered a life he had not lived. A life of Naruto Uzumaki. The life of what he wanted to be, deep inside.

He grit his teeth together as he put the grenade away and rushed forward, producing a pistol. His foot crashed into the door of the building prompting it to swing open violently as he opened fire on those inside the room. His official report would read that he had been spotted and an alarm had been raised. All children lives had been spared. The mission would be deemed a failure.

-The Red Room,

Soviet Training Facility,

1992-

"Winter Soldier, would you kindly wake up?" A voice questioned as Naruto's blue eyes fluttered open. In front of him stood yet another new face, prompting him to grimace. How many years had passed? How many of the men he had worked for had died? How many of the children he saved had grown up, gotten married and had children? "Sorry to wake you. But, I thought you'd be interested to know that you're in somewhat new custody."

"What do you mean?" Naruto questioned, prompting the man to chuckle light heartedly.

"Well, you see, The Soviet Union no longer exists as of last year. It is simply Russia. And there is a new driving force in the world now. You are no longer simply a killer for the KGB. You are now an assassin for the faction of greater good known only as Hydra. We have nothing for you as of now, however, I assumed it would be nice for you if you knew who would be giving you your orders from here on out. Any questions?"

"What year is it?"

"Does it matter to you? You're going back into your pod until you are actually needed by Hydra. We both know it won't be the same year as before when you are removed from the Cryogenic Chamber again. Now, would you kindly get back in your chamber and go back to sleep? Thank you."

-Windsor Castle,

English County,

Present Day-

Naruto's blue eyes narrowed as he stalked throughWindsor Castle within the English County of Berkshire. The blond had finally been allowed out of his Cryogenic stasis due to an overwhelming emergence of new threats to the organization known as Hydra. Those threats were the ever growing population of 'Superheroes', of which had been on the rise, not since Captain America per say, but technically since the Watchmen during the Vietnam War. As such, Naruto had finally been released from the Cryogenic Chamber, permanently.

Of course he had automatically been assigned a task, donned an attire befitting to what he was doing in this new world, the twenty first century world and dispatched. His task, in a skeletal form of orders, was simple. Kill the Queen of England. However, it was easy to discern that, in world that was now filled to the brim with superhumans, vampire hunters, aliens and the likes that nothing would ever be as simple as they once had been. Naruto's eyes roamed the area around him cautiously as he slunk forward.

He reached down his leg, quietly unsheathing his new combat knife, a Gerber Mk II. He held the bladed weapon, facing down, as he continued to walk in his crouched stance. Then, he spun without warning, plunging the weapon as deep as it would go into someone's side. Jerking his knife from the wound Naruto performed a few jogging steps backwards to face the man whom had thought he would be able to sneak up on him. The wounded man wore a dark blue full body spandex suit with a large Union Jack spread across the chest. A dark blue full face mask covered all of his facial features except his eyes, and a brown utility belt/ gun holster sat around his waist.

The man's eyes narrowed dangerously as he too observed his opponent. The intruder that had stabbed him wielded blond locks of wildly spiky hair. He wore a black sculpted lower face mask that hid his lower features while allowing for easy breathing. Over this he wore a pair of solid black goggles over his eyes, protecting them from the world. He wore a custom black harness, under which he wore a skin tight black shirt. Over the harness he wore a shoulder holster with a strap across the chest that came over both shoulders and wrapped around his upper body to allow a Skorpion machine pistol to be strapped to his back. On his lower back he wore a matching pair of Gerber Yari II Tanto knives strapped horizontally, their hilts pointing in opposite directions for each hand.

The figure wore a pair of fingerless black gloves. A pair of black shoulder guards were strapped to his shoulders, and a single elbow pad was strapped around his left elbow. Around his waist he wore a small paramilitary utility belt with a plethora of pouches and visible grenades. Attached to the buckle and back of the belt was a holster that came down his right thigh. The size of this was rather large as it held two pistol holsters one over the other, holstering a COP 357 and Intratec TEC-38 respectively. This piece was also where the knife the man wielded had come from as its holster sat directly in front of the pistols' holsters. Opposite this leg, he wore a Sig P226 strapped to his left thigh.

On his lower body, the black clad figure wore a pair of custom black combat pants that held custom black knee pads strapped to either one of his knees. The boots in which he stood were black, the bottoms seeming to be from a pair of Bates GX-8's, though from the sole up it was a custom pair of combat boot in which his combat pants were tucked into. The man stood still for a moment before pressing a button on the side of his goggles.

Inside of those goggles, Naruto's blue eyes watched as a small square flashed through a multitude of masked faces before they landed on the exact same one that now stood in front of him. A British hero by the name of Union Jack. Then, the square died away as Naruto began to circle his opponent slowly. Union Jack winced slightly as he moved, upsetting the wound in which his opponent had provided. "You don't want to be here." The flag themed hero stated as Naruto, true to his Winter Soldier facade, said nothing in return. "Just leave. I know what you're here for, and it's not going to turn out like you think it is. Save yourself some heartache."

Naruto paused for a moment, making the man believe he was contemplating his words. Then he shot forward. Union Jack's eyes widened considerably as he ducked down, barely able to avoid the combat knife his now opponent held in his right hand. "So we're going to fight then." Jack stated as he launched upward from his ducked position. Naruto's masked face tilted to the side allow the man's fist to sail past him. Grabbing the back of Union Jack's neck, Naruto's knee plowed into his abdomen, causing him to double over.

As he did so, his blond opponent's knee slammed into his face multiple time before he released him. Union Jack stumbled backward, disoriented. Naruto made to stab him, though his fist was blocked. Jack's shin crashed into the side of Naruto's upper body before he launched himself off of the ground in an attempt to knee his protected face. Naruto's hand shot upward, catching the knee and pushing Union Jack away from him. As the man landed on the ground, Naruto's combat booted foot slammed into his knee.

The man's leg jolted backward in the middle, threatening to break and forcing him to the ground. Naruto surged forward, bringing his knife down upon the man's skull. However, Union Jack moved to the side, allowing the bladed weapon to plunge deeply into his shoulder. He visibly stifled a cry of pain through his mask as he grabbed Naruto's wrist and kicked his elbow from the side. Naruto released his weapon before making a sweeping kick to his enemy's skull. Jack rolled to the side before coming back to his feet, ripping Naruto's knife from his shoulder.

He rushed forward, swiping at the blond in a fury of rage. Naruto tilted his upper body backward, not allowing it to come near him as he used the palm of his hands to knock the man's wrists away each and every time he attempts to assault the blond. Finally, Naruto grabbed the wrist with his knife, slamming his palm upwards with a sickening crack. Union Jack dropped Naruto's combat knife, allowing the blond to snatch it from the air. It plunged deeply into the British hero's abdomen before he ripped it to the side.

Union Jack released a choked noise as his opponent ripped his knife from the man's abdomen. Blood dribble from his wounds and down his costume, staining the dark blue somewhat purple. Naruto stepped forward as the man attempted to keep his footing, wiping the blood of his knife off on the Union Jack logo that was worn on the chest of the hero's outfit. Sheathing his knife, his hand moved to gain one of his pistols. Then, an unknown force slammed into him, sending him skidding along the ground of the castle they were in.

The blonde's body tumbled a few times before he maneuvered his body to slide on his feet, his right hand steadying him as he came to a halt. A new figure stood before him, wearing another dark blue spandex uniform. He wore dark blue boots that came over his knees, white gloves, a red and white X that want over his upper body and a mask that covered the entirety of his features except his mouth and the skin around it. The mask held the print of the Union Jack.

Naruto reached upward, pressing the button on the side of his goggles, identifying the man as Captain Britain, a superhuman. The man stared ahead at Naruto with a scorching glare as he spoke. "Jack, are you alright?" Said man coughed in response, his dark blue mask being stained purple around the mouth from the inside out.

"I don't know… I don't… It's hard to breath."

"Right, you're no good here. Go alert the Queen that there is a mercenary here in the castle. Leave with her and her guards and get medical attention. I'll deal with this man." Naruto rolled his neck in response. He almost felt giddy. When facing someone not superhuman he deemed it only fair not to use his special abilities. Everyone deserved a fair chance in life. But those who were superhumans, metahumans, mutants, whatever they wanted to call themselves, they were all fair game.

"Do you know what's going to happen to you?" Captain Britain questioned harshly. "I'm going to kill you. You come here to kill the queen and you harm a hero. Union Jack and I have never quite seen eye to eye but that doesn't mean some murderous bigot like you can come along and try to kill him! I won't stand for it!" The man shot forward at almost supersonic speeds, flying through the air. Naruto's eyes narrowed as he dodged to the side. Captain Britain appeared in front of the spot he had been standing, his fist sailing through the spot.

The room they were in shook violently as his fist plowed through the floor. Naruto jumped through the air, the sole of his combat boot crashing into the side of the man's skull before he back flipped away. His hands formed seal as he grinned. "Boil Release: Unrivaled Strength." The blond whispered to himself as he felt what he still called his chakra begin to boil. Captain Britain paid no heed to the hand seals as he shot forward once again. His fist sailed through the air, only to crash into the palm of Naruto's hand. Britain's eyes widened considerably as the blonde's hand closed around him, pain flaring through his fist.

Then, his fist slammed into the hero's jaw. Captain Britain's head snapped to the side and he stumbled slightly as Naruto released his fist. The man grit his teeth and shot around, his fists swinging at Naruto with a honed accuracy. Naruto grabbed the man's left wrist after blocking a few attacks. Pulling the man forward the blond rolled over his back before slamming his knee into the man's abdomen. Said man grit his teeth and shot upward, ignoring the pain, as he allowed his fist to crash into the underpart of his opponent's chin. Naruto's head snapped back from the brute force before it crashed forward, slamming into Captain Britain's own skull.

The man stumbled away as Naruto grabbed the side of his head. Super powered or not, strength like Britain's still hurt. Rushing forward as his opponent was still off balance, Naruto rushed forward. Launching himself into the air, his hands clasped onto Britain's shoulders before he came down behind him. Using his strength, the blond flipped the man over his head before smashing him into the floor, shattering it. Captain Britain was quick to recover, spinning and swiping Naruto's feet out from underneath him.

The blonde's back hit the ground before he used his arm muscles to kip-up. His elbow smashed into Captain Britain's face, causing the superhuman hero to stumble backwards. He swung at his opponent. Naruto ducked down underneath the attack. Going back to his full height he rolled over Captain Britain's back once again before grabbing his left arm. Swinging the hero around, his own right arm flew through the air, a ball of shining blue energy swirling violently in his palm. "Rasengan!" The ball of energy slammed into Captain Britain's face before burrowing through it and his skull.

Moments later, his deceased body dropped to the floor, only his lower face in a 'U' shape being the remnants of his head. The blond stared at the dead man for a moment before rushing off in the direction in which Union Jack had escaped upon Captain Britain's orders. The black clad assassin rushed throughout Windsor Castle, kicking any door that he came across open in the hopes he would find his target. However, as he came across a hallway overlooking the outside of the castle, he was intercepted by Union Jack.

The British hero's breathing was ragged as he stood, holding the long gash that Naruto had caused with his knife. "End of the line." Jack stated as he lifted a grenade into the air, his thumb in through the clip and prepared to pull it. "The Queen already knows you're here. They're all escaping as we speak. I would've liked to have followed Britain's orders, but I know I'm done here with this wound. Figure I should probably take you with me so that you can't try something like this ever again."

Naruto's eyes remained emotionless behind his goggles. From the set of windows on his right side he could see the Queen's get-a-way vehicle zooming ahead. If he was to complete his mission, he would have only once chance to do what he planned. As Union Jack began to pull the pin of the grenade, Naruto withdrew his COP 357 and fired a round into the British hero's skull. The man's head jerked back, his thumb pulling the pin of his grenade as they fell. Naruto rushed to the windows of the hall to his left, smashing through them as an explosion ripped through the castle.

Naruto landed on the hood of the Queen's get-a-way vehicle, which swerved violently. Naruto holstered his pistol and reached over his shoulder, removing his Skorpion as he balanced himself on the roof of the vehicle. Aiming toward the direction the driver was in, he opened fire. The bullets pierced through the roof and exploded from the windshield with a spray of red. The vehicle jerked violently before it lost control, flipping through the air. Naruto launched himself away and rolled along the ground before regaining himself.

The blond stood to his feet, his eyes taking in the scene of the Queen's car, flipped upside down and smoking. Blood stained the interior of the vehicle red, and the blond found no movement within it whatsoever. Reaching to his utility belt, the blond removed a 40mm Grenade before allowing it to roll along the ground toward the smoking car. Moments later, a second explosion ripped through the air, destroying the vehicle.

-S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier,

America,

Present Day-

"Mr. Fury!" A woman's voice called out in panic as she rushed through the S.H.I.E.L.D helicarrier. "Mr. Fury!"

"What?" A man's gruff voice finally answered in response, obviously annoyed. "Can't you see that I'm busy right now? Unless it's really important, save it for later agent."

"But Mr. Fury, the Queen of England has been assassinated, everyone's looking at America as the culprit."

"What?"

-The Red Room,

Hydra Training Facility,

Present Day-

"Sir, The Winter Soldier has returned. Union Jack and Captain Britain were at the castle, as you said they would be. They and the queen are dead." A small smile passed over a bald, scarred man's features as he sat behind a wooden oak desk, his hands clasped together.

"Excellent. Now, we move forward with my plan. No longer will the Winter Soldier be secret. He will be Hydra's public figure of power. And that show of power will now begin in America, with the heroes that believe they can protect the world…"