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AN: Hey everyone just to let you know the only people I own are Artemisia and Cavan. In this Story you may find numbers through out at the bottom will be the meanings. Thanks for taking a look everyone let me know what you think R&R.

Centurion Artemisia tried to stop the Kree form making it the earth only to placed in Hydra's care. Fallow Centurion Artemisia as she try's to find a place on this world or find a way back to Nova.

Agent Peggy Carter – Peggy as she has asked me to call her – would have never believed me if I told her the full story and not just the cliff notes. I really don't think she would believe it in the first place; didn't think many people would really. Seeing this world earth – a planet known by many names being free and thriving - living on it made me happy. Even if they never know what happened. My team and I helped by taking down Cavan and his Kree ship; the few for the many. They – the humans – could never know, they're not ready, but maybe one day they will be.

Peggy and the S.S.R helped me get on my feet – filling me in on everything that I missed when I was with the 'doctor' – setting me up with a job, a place to call home, even a little money to start with. At that time I read every book, newspaper anything I could get my hands on – new, old, and ancient – this world truly was a wonder. All the languages' and all the different cultures, there was so much to learn and I had time to pass. I never like not knowing what was going on – thanks to the 'doctor'.

After five years passed, I moved away from New York with the promise from Peggy that the 'doctor' would never see the light of day. Every five years or so I moved; twenty years passed and it was time to put Jane Smith down – die, disappear – however you want to put it. I need to push past what happened to me and move on so I can be myself again. I would remember what the doctor did, not just to me, but everyone he touched. It was time to start the healing process; there were only two ways to do that. One was to break every bone in my body bit-by-bit; the other was to break every bone at the same time.

So why does this bring me to the top of a building? I'm going to kill two birds with one stone; working my way to the ledge as the wind brushed my hair back. Looking down seeing everyone going about their day happy unknowing what's really going on around them. With that I took flight, knowing that all my bones would shatter or break; blackness consumed my vision.

"THE RAT' -1989

"Vernon Reinhardt. Your lucky day." The elderly man in the cell turned at the sound of his name. Two men were coming to this cell, "Who is this guy again?" asked the guard

"Some German researcher." Replied the man with the wheelchair, "Undersecretary Pierce took pity on him; budget cuts." Pushing the chair to the cell door. "Said it wasn't his choice what side of the war he was on."

"Pierce is just trying to make himself look good." Said the guard as he opened the cell door. With they both entered the cell, "It's budgets cuts my man. I'll pull the truck around." And with that the guard left the room.

With the chair next to him the soon to be ex-inmate sat down. "Hail Hydra." Was whispered into his ear.

"Hail Hydra." The weathered man replied, "After all these years, why now?"

"The woman we found her." Reinhardt's eyes went wide.

"She's still alive." He breathed, "And Jane where is she?"

The Hydra spy looked down, "She died, sir, suicide."

"We shall see; is it truly her?" the doctor questioned.

"Sir, you'll have to see for yourself." Soon they were out of the prison and off to help the doctor continue where he left off.

London, England, April 7, 2014

The pub was buzzing with noise, more so than normal. The tables were packed that afternoon; more than usual for a Monday; something big must have gone down. The bartender was chatting with a guest when he saw his best customer stroll through the door. She was about five feet five inches tall, with an hour glass shape. Her hair was shaved on the right side of her head, long brown bags covering the left side of her face; her eyes is what set her apart, they were a very light green the colour of jade. She moved artfully around the tables coming to the bar.

"Afternoon, Scott." Her raspy voice called to him, "You're a little busy for a Monday."

Scott poured her a shot of whiskey, "Yeah, it's all they can talk about." She raised an eyebrow at the bartender as she took the small glass cup. "You don't know it's all over the news." He pointed to the TV be hide her.

There on the TV showed a muted anchor man and women but that not what count her attention it was the headline 'WHAT IS HYDRA?' as it rolled across the screen.

"Hey Scott do me a favor and leave the bottle." Her body unmoving as if someone just took her spine and put in an iron rod.

"Yeah," he placed the bottle back on the bar, "you ok Art, cause you look like you saw a ghost."

Turning back to the man, "You have no idea." As she took a hit from the bottle, "You really don't." The happy smile on her face was gone and instead was a look of death; she just wanted to be left alone. As he turned he heard a soft, "You have got to be fucking me."

1'The essence of Government is power; and power, lodged as it must be in human hands, will ever be liable to abuse.' Was the only thing running in her head as she pulled out her phone, seeing what was leaked.

James Madison (1751 - 1836), Speech in the Virginia constitutional convention, Richmond, Virginia, December 2, 1829