Hey everybody! Guess who's back?

Heather's back, oh yeah! Sorry it took me so long. I was writing outlines, then I had to write the first chapter. And now I'm ready.

This story is not the same as her Origin (Country Lass). If her origin was a 'movie' this would be considered a 'tv show'. The chapters have some 'part 1 part 2' bits, but it doesn't lead into each one every time. This picks up a few days after the end of her last story.

I am also not going on a schedule with this one. I have other stories I need to work on too. (Next story for Tsuma series, A Turtle's Heart, and a new Lab Rats story/s I may or may not upload.)

Without further ado (because she doesn't really need it) Heather Claire Morse, aka, the super soldier Country Lass!

Heather's POV

I look over the rubble of what remains of a wall, the lenses of my mask tainted a slight green for night vision. Hydra soldiers cover the courtyard around me, blocking every exit and on constant alert for me and the team.

"Country Lass," I hear from my comm. I sit back and press the button on my glove to tell Steve to continue. "You need to get back to the Quinjet."

"I'm pinned," I admit, "there's no way out," I add as I look over the wall again with one eye.

"Take a deep breath and look at your surroundings. You're still there, so there is still a way," he coaches. I nod and look around again. There's an opening to my right. But multiple soldiers are in my way.

One walks over to where I'm sitting, just on the other side of the wall. I hold my breath, my back to the brick. He starts to look over the wall. I pull him over by his shoulder and knock him out. "Over there!" Another soldier states.

"Get to the jet!" Steve orders via comm. I vault over the three foot brick obstacle and sprint to the opening. I feel a sharp bite in my side, but ignore it. I pass through the hole and see the Quinjet in the distance, hidden in the trees.

A whistle pulls my attention from my destination. I look up, still running, and see a missile.. headed straight for the Quinjet. "No-no no!" I yell. But it has no effect. The missile hits the vehicle, becoming a mass of twisted and burnt metal.

I stop running and stare for a split second. But that second feels like forever. I then look down at my side to inspect what the bite was. I was shot, but it's just a grazing due to my protective blue and red uniform. I turn around and see a soldier behind me. I toss my shield at him. It returns just in time for me to turn one-eighty degrees and clock another soldier. They both are on the ground when I notice the other soldiers firing on me from both the turrets of what must have been an old castle and the ground.

'There has to be a way out,' I reassure myself, putting my vibranium shield between me and the bullets. 'There has to.' I place the comm on my glove next to my mouth. "Cap! You there!" I yell over the rain of enemy metal. I get no answer. I was hoping he wasn't on the Quinjet when it blew.

I look to my right again and see an enemy plane. I wait for the bullets to cease, meaning they have to reload, and I sprint to the plane. A couple soldiers rush to me, but they hardly slow me down. I jump into the cockpit and close the hatch.

All the buttons are labelled in a foreign language. "Really?" I ask no one in particular. "Okay.. it looks kinda like the Quinjet controls. Let's see.." I press a few buttons and the engine starts up soon after.

I fiddle with the steering controls and start backing the hunk of metal up to get to the runway. But then bullets start pelting the hull.

"Seriously? Now they start to shoot again?" The plane sustains damage, but I have to take off now. I start the takeoff procedure.

"Error," the plane says, "not correct code." Then beeping slowly fills the cockpit. Numbers flash on one of the dials.

'Ten, nine, eight- oh no.' The release on either side is stuck. I push on the hatch, but it won't open. I am not going out like this. I take off my shield and slam it into the glass above me. It shatters and I climb out. 'Three, two, one-' I jump off the front of the plane before it takes me with the self destruct.

I hit the runway. My landing is sloppy, so my cheek scrapes against the pavement and I twist my leg, which happens to be the one I land on. I stay there a second, then prop myself up on my elbow.

"Stay where you are," a soldier says. I look up; I'm surrounded by Hydra soldiers, guns trained on me. I stare at them defiantly, trying to find a way out, but my shield is outside the circle since I dropped it on my way out of the plane.

"Program disabling," JARVIS' electronic voice fills the air and my vision starts to pixelate. The dead of night mission becomes the bright training barn at the Ranch. I fall back to the floor, groaning. It was a simulation, none of it really happened.

'But it hurts..' I don't need any reminding, my leg and side are enough.

"That landing was so graceful," I hear Stark state outside my vision.

'Shut up..' I say in my head. I stand up slowly, the throbbing from the simulated injuries still present. "I lasted longer than last time," I tell him.

He's turns as I look at him. "Lasting longer isn't succeeding," he says as he walks to the workshop.

"Well I knew I was in a simulation. So if you want it to feel like a real mission you should fix that," I snark back. Stark disappears down the stairs. I test my leg as Steve walks over. He must have been waiting for our yelling match to be over with.

"You're tense," he notes.

"I just want to be ready for the next mission," I state quickly.

"JARVIS is looking for the next Hydra base. But it may take some time. They like to stay hidden."

"I know," I reply somberly. It took forever to find my family last time. I still have my sim g's on so I jump a few times, testing my leg. The mock pain is gone. "JARVIS, start up the next simulation."

"Ignore that order," Steve tells him.

"As you wish, Captain Rogers," JARVIS says. I look at Steve.

"You don't need to push yourself," he tells me. I don't meet his eye.

I'm glistening with the last couple hours of training, I can feel exhaustion start to kick in. I do kinda need a break. But I can't allow that. I need to be ready. The first mission went easier than it should, they didn't see us coming. But they will next time.

"Heather," Steve says calmly. I look up. "Remember what I told you before. Don't sacrifice yourself for the soldier. You'll be ready." It's almost like he read my mind.

I sigh and take off the glasses. "Okay.." I state, losing the argument. I walk over to the Sim and put the blue glasses in their respective spot on the display stand. "But what should I do now? It's not like there are a lot of options."

"Well, Sam and I are going up the mountains when he comes back from D.C. You could come with," Steve suggests.

I think about this. Fresh air? Open space? Nature? Quiet? "How long would we be up there?"

"Probably all day," he says, "we want to scout out what's up there."

I beam, "Why not?"

Part two will come out tomorrow.

R&R, please!

I DO NOT OWN MARVEL! But don't take Heather. *holds character close* She's my innocent baby OC that I protect with my pen..

~CtW