A/N: Well, first of all, I'd like to thank Vickanzz who followed and added this story to her favourites, and I'd also like to thank angie stark who followed my story.

I've written about five chapters so far, but they are in need of some major editing.

Anyway, as usual, please enjoy this chapter!


The delightful gentlemen that would not even name themselves were now leading Louise to what looked like a cave from a distance. Four of the men walked directly behind her, still carrying their heavy machine guns with blank, unreadable faces.

The way up to the cave was steep and rocky. She stopped as she looked up at the cave. The entrance looked dark despite the large opening and bright sun that shone all around. "Kaha!" One of the men behind Louise shouted and poked her back with the tip of his gun. She turned to glance at him and gave him a dirty look, "alright, alright." She muttered. He continued to stare at her, his dark and bushy eyebrows frowned and his chapped lips were sealed tight as he tilted his head to the side in almost a challenging way. She quickly saluted him with two of her smooth fingers and looked back up at crumbling pathway. She lifted one foot upon the first rock and released pressure downwards, luckily, through the thickness of her blunt heel, she felt no sharpness and no roughness graze her feet. Louise managed to climb up to the entrance of the cave within nine seconds at the most. The four Afghan men were still on her trail, not failing to put even one whole foot between her and them.

Louise heard shuffling behind her as one of the men that had been following behind her shouted into the cave. Someone from within the cave replied back, shouting louder, Louise presumed that this other person must have been further away.

The man in front of Louise nodded to the men behind her, she heard them grunt and heard more shuffling around, and then felt the heat of the sun rest upon her back again, meaning that they were gone. The man that remained nodded his head inside the cave, and then looked back at Louise. She nodded and entered the cave. The interior itself was dull but a few flaming torches were stuck randomly on the stone walls, which made everything just a bit more see-able at the very least. There were three pathways in which to go; the closest one was to her left, and descended downwards into which was probably a basement, another was to her right, this one didn't have a flight of stairs that went up or down, but was just a doorway to another room. A light, musty brown blanket covered the entrance to it as a replacement for some sort of door. Thirdly, there was a long, dark pathway straight ahead that looked like it lasted a mile. At this point, Louise felt rather torn; should she enter the mysterious room, puzzling pathway or forbidden basement? In the end, she chose the latter.

The stairs down to the basement were dark and cramped. It almost felt as if the walls would close in on you any second and you would be flat as a pancake in moments, left there for the rats to feed on your mutilated corpse. She then eventually saw a clear doorway, light flooding through it and she smiled, rushing down the stairs faster.

At the last step she stopped, and saw the back of a large bald man, that she estimated at well over six foot. He then turned around and narrowed his eyes at Louise, then released his narrowed eyes back to his normal ones.

"Miss Reinhardt, I believe." The man in front of her said sternly. His accent was laced with Afghan and his English was rough.

"You are correct, Mr. Ganué." Louise nodded, walking towards him.

"You sound nothing like I would have expected you to, Miss Reinhardt. You almost sound rather… German? Correct me if I'm wrong, please." He insisted, still keeping a tight look on his face.

"You stand correct again, Mr. Ganué. I am from Austria, to be exact. One of the great Johann Schmidt's very own comrades. But please, I insist, call me Louise."

"Johann Schmidt? The Red Skull? Ah, that is most impressive."

The woman walked around Raza to see what he was looking at before she came in. In front of Louise were four computer screens, with what looked like CCTV footage on them. It was black and white and contained no sound, but it was a clear image. The image on one of the screens, the third one to be exact, showed a tall bald man with glasses who was looking in a very small mirror on the wall while shaving the stubble on his face. The other man was lying down, ripping his shirt open to reveal some sort of circular metal device implanted in his chest.

"You have two men in here. HYDRA wanted Tony Stark. Which one is Tony Stark?" She asked him while still watching the computer screens.

"How do I know you are who you say you are?" Raza asked from behind her.

"Well, Raza, I suppose you will just have to trust your instinct as I have no proof." She said in almost a daze, still staring intensely at the scene.

"The man is Yinsen. Ho Yinsen, to be exact," Raza sighed and then continued, "we raided his village and-"

"How long has he been here?" Louise interrupted.

"Around 4 week's maybe." Raza replied.

"HYDRA was never told about this man's presence." Louise said and turned around from the screens and leaned back on the table and folded her arms.

Raza mimicked Louise's actions, "you are with this Stane man, aren't you? The man who is apart of HYDRA?"

Louise smirked, "Stane? Of course. Why do you doubt me so much?"

"Simple curiosity, Miss Reinhardt."

Louise turned back around to look at the screens, "curiosity killed the cat, Raza." She called.

"There's something else that I'm curious about, also," he paused, "so is it true?"

Louise looked at Raza over her shoulder, "What?"

"Are you… mutant? Can you –"

"Jump? Yes." Louise interrupted him again. She then saw Raza edge his mouth open slightly, "no examples, Raza. I rarely use it in everyday life, never mind," she spun around, "around people like you."

"How long has it been? Nearly a decade?" Louise rolled her eyes. "Over a decade?" She nodded slowly. He tutted humorously, "you could become known as legend, you know."

"I'm sure that there are many other," she sighed, "mutants in the world apart from me, Raza. Anyway, legends are tales about God's and heroes, about their true great nature. I may be the only known Jumper on this Earth, but I am nothing special."

"But you could achieve so much." Raza beamed.

"Like what? Rob a bank? Jump from the Great Wall of China to the Eiffel Tower in a matter of seconds?" She chuckled, "I've never had the chance." She said sadly, "I've always be confined between walls." She saw Raza's confused frown and quickly coughed and turned around, leaning her hands on the desk in front of her she started, "now, which one is Tony Stark?"