The morning sunrays glint brightly across the shallow pool of water that resided in front of the Washington Monument. The morning mist was illuminated by the few rays of light, making it look like it was specks of brilliant gold, which wavered as Charlotte ran by. Her psychiatrist recommended running as a good way to deal with her problems, but to Charlotte it acted as a way to run from her problems, literally. She could hear her heart beating from underneath her white cotton tee shirt, still she pressed on harder. If she wanted to beat Steve she would have to wake up earlier in the morning, and be in an optimal shape, not like that was hard given her extensive, and excruciating HYDRA training. From behind her, Charlotte could hear the motor of a car; her body tensed up in apprehension. Only a handful of cars have passed her on her one, but this one was different, this cars motor was low, and defiantly slow moving. No good could come from this; she began to mentally prepare herself for an altercation.

' Hey sweet thing looking for a ride?'

Charlotte halted, instantly recognizing the voice; she turned around to see Natasha smirking. She was driving a 2014 Corvette Stingray, Charlotte let out a whistle.

' What a car that is.'

She said looking at its beautiful slender design, it purred softly waiting patiently for Natasha to put the pedal to the metal.

' I think I am in love.'

Charlotte said with a goofy smirk on her face,

' So how can I be of assistance?'

Charlotte said, in a more serious tone. In the back of her mind, she knew they found something on the winter soldier.

' We have reason to believe that the winter soldier is still in DC, someone has broken into our underground S.H.E.I.L.D base.'

' Could have been some HYDRA thug.'

' I highly doubt it; the area they broke into was heavily secure. Thirty guards on, ten-minute rotations, only someone skilled enough and quiet enough could brake in and leave the body count as a memento.'

Natasha said with a grim look on her face, Charlotte nodded slowly not like the dark undertone creeping up in the atmosphere.

'What area did he brake into?'

' S.H.E.I.L.D confidential profiles, untraceable by any computer, cell phone, pager, or whatever. All files are on paper, those files are the only ones that were not leaked into the public.'

' What files where taken, Natasha, we have to get them back!'

Charlotte said keeping her calm,

' I don't know yet, it could take at least 5 hours for us to pinpoint what ones where taken, but till then Fury has ordered that all remaining S.H.E.I.L.D staff monitor all public surveillance, you, and Steve are going to go look for any traces of the winter soldier, Sam will be our bird eye view, and for myself, well I have monitors to watch. Take this earpiece; we will keep in touch if I spot anything suspicious. Till then, enjoy your morning run. '

Natasha drove off the engine roaring, leaving Charlotte in its trail of dust. She felt a coming feeling of dread upon herself.

' Fuck this!'

She screamed at the top of her lungs, shattering the bitter silence. She booked it the rest of the way back to her apartment, after changing into a pair of black leggings and a grey shirt. Looking on her kitchen table she decided to bring her boot knife, just in case of an incident. Jumping on her BMW S1000RR HP4, she drove straight to Steve's apartment.

' Alright, I assume Bucky will have his left hand covered somehow, so keep your eyes peeled for a tall man wearing gloves of the sort. Oh, and something covering his face, he would want to keep a low profile.'

Steve said, the authority dripping out of his voice,

' We all have earpieces to keep in touch right?'

Steve asked, looking at Sam and Charlotte. They both nodded silently,

' Then lets split up, if anyone thinks they spot him let each other know. Don't take him alone, Bucky is unpredictable right now.'

' But what about the files he may have, isn't anyone else worried about that?'

Charlotte said, trying hard not to let her voice waver.

' We find Bucky, we find the file. Ya' dig?'

Sam said coolly, Charlotte glared at him.

' If I don't recall, didn't the winter soldier kick you off a plane?'

' Enough, let's split up.'

Charlotte rolled her eyes as she put her black leather jacket on, and snagged her motorcycle helmet. Steve reminded her oddly of Fred from Scooby Doo today. She hopped onto her BMW S1000RR HP4, revving the knob she speed off to northern part of DC.

Charlotte had spent that last ten hours scanning all the men over 6 feet tall, and that looked like they could be the winter solider. Fed up with this stupid surveillance she decided to grab a quick cup of coffee before returning to her post on a street corner, maybe she would get lucky and find him sitting down for a muffin. Passing by the street musicians and panhandlers she came to the "Capital Coffee" The sign was painted white, with a light blue background, overall it looked like a quaint coffee shop. Opening the door, a bell chimed; acting on her instincts she braced herself. Then realized it was only a bell, she felt a small blush creep up her face. Walking to the nice marble counter she ordered a large black coffee, waiting for her coffee she watched the news. The woman was talking about the S.H.E.I.L.D incident, and how the world will never be the same, blah, blah, blah. It bored Charlotte; she was in the situation for crying out loud.

' Here's your coffee miss, that will be $3.29.'

She slid over a five,

' Keep the change, kid.'

She said, as she strode to the door coffee in hand.

' Charlotte come in, do you read me?'

Charlotte had forgotten the earpiece was even in her ear after an hour. The voice on the opposite end was Natasha's voice and boy did it sound urgent.

' I read you what's up, got an location on the winter solider?'

' No, the S.H.E.I.L.D agent found the missing file, out of all the files of S.H.E.I.L.D, yours was the only one to go missing.'

Charlotte dropped her coffee; it smashed onto the pavement spilling the black liquid everywhere, her mouth left ajar.

' What?'

She said, suddenly going breathless.

'This is a serious problem; you are now considered a target. Get out of the public now; meet me at your apartment, stat. I will inform Steve and Sam. Do you understand?'

' I copy that, I'm on my way.'

She walked through the puddle of black coffee and made her way onto her bike. Feeling as though all eyes where on her, peering, judging her, suddenly she felt so small Her apartment was roughly a 30-minute drive from here; she swerved through cars, and other bikers, getting a couple of birds though. The sun was beginning to set as she noticed her bike begin to slow down, looking at the gas gauge she saw it was near empty. Pulling off towards an old gas station in a rough part of the city she could make out a police car trailing her. The cop car flashed his lights, and she groaned, she pulled over and waited for the cop to come out. The man was a husky fellow, with big red cheeks, and a gut to match.

' Do you know how fast you where going miss?'

Charlotte took off her helmet, smoothing down her black hair.

' I don't know 130, 140?"

She said, just praying she her bike didn't get impounded.

' 160, in a 100 zone miss; I'm going to have to write you up. Licence and registration please.'

Charlotte hear a swoosh go past her right ear, she looked around then back on the cop, he wore a confused look on his face. Then a stain of crimson blood began to form on his blue shirt, he fell backwards heavily gasping, and the bullet had went right through his right lung. She got off her bike and dropped to her knees, ripping off a part of the cops uniform to stop the blood. Charlotte had a sick feeling that is she where to pull the bullet out it would have been a Soviet bullet. The husky cop was gasping for air, then he started to convulse. The life in his eyes where fading fast, and she knew he wasn't going to make it. She put her hands on his cold and clammy forehead,

'It's going to be okay, just be calm.'

His breathing began to have shallower intakes, before it stopped for good. She looked around before she heard another swoosh, and then the hiss of the front bike tire releasing its air. Taking the cops gun from out of his holster, she readied herself.

'Natasha do you copy, I am under attack. I am at Ruther Street, south of my apartment. Help me.'

Charlotte hissed, but all she received was static. She weighted out her options, go through the pavement, and escape through the sewers. Cause a thick fog and slip out, or stay and fight whoever had the fucking audacity to fucking shoot her bike. Peeking around the corner she saw him, he just stood there holding his soviet sniper rifle. The winter solider wore his facemask, making Charlotte infuriated, wanting to take him on, but then she remembered the wise words of Steve, he is unpredictable. She knew this from experience; after she got out of HYDRA she was a walking storm, no one could get in her way. If some unfortunate came across her hell stricken path, she would lash out. Peeking again he just stood there, waiting…

He watch the girl, she hid behind the bike, it had crossed his mind to shoot at it again just to get her going, but decided against it. After all he wanted her to help him by any means.


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