A girl is laying amongst the remains of a burned down building. Her clothes are soaked with blood, and her breathing is shallow.
Suddenly an African American man walks up to her, his left eye is bandaged up, his face expressionless.
"Did I... help?" she asked, her voice barely even a whisper.
"The war isn't over yet," he told her, his one good eye softening slightly, "but yes, you helped."
He got down onto his knees, seemingly to take in all of the girls injuries, strangely enough there didn't appear to be any.
"Why are you dying?"
"I... killed my master." she told him, "so my punishment is death... I just wish... I could've helped more..."
"What if you had a new master?" he asked her, "would a new contract spare you?"
"Not sure... couldn't... hurt to... try..."
The man took out a small knife from his boot, and nicked his thumb. With the blood oozing out of his skin, he drew what looked like the Eye of Horus on the girl's forehead.
The blood seemed to soak into the girls skin, her breathing becoming even. Suddenly her eyes opened and started to glow an eerie red. A small smile made it's way across her face, as she spoke with a clear German accent.
"Yours is the only blood I may serve... master Nick Fury."