So i decided to make this chapter into 2 parts because it is quite long and eventful, so forgive me for that! But here's part one!

Along with that, i wanna respond to one of the reviews in which a very kind person asked about Cara's facial and body features. I first i just wanna apologize for not describing her right off the bat, i kind of wanted to break her down as a character throughout the story Annnnddd so, to answer your question, i haven't forgotten about describing Cara! very soon you will get to know what she looks like and ext.

Once again, thank you for your kind reviews, favorites and Follows!

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"Annnndddd... You just missed the exit" Cara sighed in frustration as her eyes scanned over the map in her hands.

"You should have said something earlier" The assassin growled clenching his bionic fingers tighter around the steering wheel, nearly breaking it off.

Without any warning he suddenly spun the car into an illegal u turn and sped off back towards the exit. Cara squeezed her eyes shut and squealed, listening to the sounds of car tires burn against the pavement and the loud sounds of honking echo into the air.

The assassin didn't even seem a little bit worried. Cara then opened her eyes and gasped, yelling "Are you out of you mind! You could've gotten us killed!"

He looked into the rear view mirror and then turned into the exit. "You aren't dead are you?" He asked snapping back at her.

Cara angrily crossed her arms and pouted her lips, "No" but she quickly stood corrected, as she raised her voice, "that still doesn't make up for the fact that you are terrible at driving" she then scoffed, "you're driving skills are as bad as a 16 year old's"

If he could protest, he would but the thing was, she was right. The assassin didn't know how to drive. With hydra, it was either someone else drove or he worked on foot, but other than that, he was never allowed to touch a car.

Cara sighed a sharp breath when he didn't answer- she didn't expect him to anyways. All shaken up from nearly getting killed, she pushed her hair behind her ear then folded the map and put it in the glove department.


Even if he wasn't the best driver, he still did know Washington like the back of his hand. Everything was still familiar to the assassin, even if the heli carrier incident did happen months ago. New memories flashed through his mind everyday.

Once he found himself driving down an empty street, not too far from the Washington memorial, the assassin parked across from a large building and then turned off the engine.

He looked over to the girl who slept uncomfortably against the window and nudged her, "let's go"

She groaned, "no, I'm tired"

" I don't trust you in here alone"

"Well isn't that too bad-" she muttered, her sleepy voice fading off. "I need sleep" She shuffled around in her chair until she got into a comfortable position then continued sleeping, ignoring his angry breathing.

He clenched his jaw as the urge to drag her out of the car ran through his body. He then grabbed the keys out of the engine and got out of the car, slamming the door behind him and locking it.

The assassin stood there a couple feet away from all the truth, the gold letters illuminated above the building.

"National Museum of American History"

Beyond those walls laid all the truth about who 'he' was- he just didn't know that yet, although he did have a feeling. Walking around the orange comes, he walked up the layers of stairs and then pulled against the doors, but only to find them locked.

Once he saw that none of the doors were open, the first thought that ran through his head was to smash each one open with his bionic arm, but that would only bring attention- the last thing he needed.

So instead he quickly made his way around to the back of the building searching for any other entrance, and to his luck, he found a door labeled "employees only" near the dumpsters.

The assassin tugged on the handle with his flesh hand first and when it didn't pop open like he had hoped, he quickly realized that the door needed a code of some sort to unlock. The assassin looked down at his arm, clenched and then flexed his fingers knowing the only option he had left.

Wrapping his metal fingers around the cold handle, he tore it off- with little to no force, and tossed it aside. He suddenly sensed something, he heard footsteps in the distance, so he quickly moved himself into the silent and dark room and closed the door. He stood against the door, his weight pressed against it ready to attack anyone who tried to come in.

When the footsteps were gone , he stepped back and turned around observing the rather small room. It looked like a supply closet from what he could see.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a small red light flash. If any other person was in there, they wouldn't of saw it, but he did.

Another flash.

The assassin squinted his eyes as he observed the object in the corner of the room. Luckily for him, the security man In charge of the surveillance that night was dead asleep in his office.

The assassin lunged himself up, ripped the camera off the wall and then crushed it under his bionic fist, leaving nothing left of it.

When he found nothing else in the room that would give him away, he quietly pulled out his knife and made his way to the door on the opposite end of the room.

He barley opened the door as he peaked out searching for any security and exactly where the cameras In the museum were located.


Cara's eyes slowly closed as her body fell back Into a dazed slumber, her last view was of the man walking up the stairs towards the building.

Everything went dead silent within seconds of her falling back asleep, a dark silence filling around her.

*KNOCK KNOCK

She jumped at the sudden sharp sound against her window. Cara angrily groaned ready to curse at the person knocking- who she guessed was the man.

She turned her head and blinked away the tiredness in her eyes when suddenly, a dark cloaked figure- almost like a big shadow stood there glaring at her with big red eyes.

Her door flew open as the men grabbed Cara and threw her out into the street like a light rag doll. She couldn't scream-she felt her voice trapped in her throat.

Her body latched to the ground as she lost control of her arms and legs, unable to move, yet she watched the dark figure smile at her as it observed and approached her.

He towered over Cara as she laid there helplessly. He was muscular from what she could barley see -completely black and his face was covered by a pointed hood as the rest of its body was covered by a dark shadow.

He smiled at her, and it wasn't any ordinary smile, he had fang-like teeth and there was evil and death behind his smile, it was most frightening thing she had ever saw. But what seemed to scare her more than anything was the fact that he looked at her like...he knew her.

His blood red eyes glared down at the girl as he laid himself down until he was nearly lying on top of her. Tears slid down the corners of her eyes, her body dead and limp under his force.

He sneered at her helplessness, his dark hands moving across her features. "WAKE UP!" he roared suddenly then fell into a fit of laughter.


When Cara felt the force lift off her body, and the taste of the cool wind run down her throat, a blood curling scream burst from her lungs.

Her eyes then opened as she inhaled a desperate gasp, silence filling the air once again. Cara grabbed the handle on the door, her body shaking with terror.

"Just a nightmare" she panted as everything settled around her. She rubbed her eyes and wiped her forehead, " Just a stupid nightmare"

Although it sure didn't feel like a nightmare, It felt all too real. His red eyes and evil smile and his touch, it felt too scarcely real and she hated it.

Cara quickly locked the doors as she looked around the empty street. She listened to the soft fading sound of crickets in the distance, wondering how long she had been asleep for.

For a while she sat there, paranoid at any sound she heard while she waited for him to return. At times she would feel her body relax and her eyes would begin to close again, but before she could get too comfortable and fall asleep, she would slap her cheeks and wake herself up again.

"Where are you?" She impatiently hissed, looking down at her wrist, quickly realizing she didn't have a watch. It had been a while since he had left and so far, there was no sign of him anywhere.

It was either she waited and risked falling asleep again- which she clearly did not want to do, or she go after him. With a loud groan, she unlocked the door muttering under her breath in a slight convincing tone, "Just go in there and find him. That's it, C'mon Cara don't be a baby"

She then closed the door behind her as she walked across the street, not realizing late night guards walked around the building perimeter.

Cara walked up the steps and then pulled against the doors- all of them were closed. She hissed tugging against the doors once more just to make sure. She sighed then walked to the the corner of the building, peaking around for any sign of him. "Where the hell are you!?"

Cara unknowingly walked around the building leading to the back in hopes of finding the guy at the same time she looked around, still scared of the nightmare she had.

She suddenly stopped and listened carefully as she had heard something.

"Uh yeah, we have a code 484 back here" a man spoke out loud, something crackling in the background. "The back door handle seems to have been broken off"

Cara angrily puffed her cheeks as she listened, she knew exactly who did that to the door. That only proved her suspicion about where he was.

He was inside.

"I'm heading back around"

Cara who leaned up against the wall panicked as she heard the man's footsteps become heavier and louder. "Oh crap, oh crap!" She jumped, shaking her out her hands.

Without enough time to think, she lunged herself into the bushes across from where she stood. Thankfully when the guard passed, he didn't even seem to notice her as he was too busy whistling and twirling his flashlight around.

When he was gone, she angrily hissed as she crawled back out, leaves sticking out of her hair and all, "Gosh I hate you" She achingly stood up, picking a twig out from her shoe, "Soooo much"