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10 - Renata

It was almost morning by the time the Winter Soldier and I marched into the Hydra headquarters. Per his request, we'd spent the night simply wandering freely through the streets of D.C., which were blissfully empty. In the end we'd scaled to the roof of a two story building and simply laid there, him with an arm around my waist, me with my head on his chest, staring up at the sparse stars. It was the best and worst night of my life. A beautiful dream, but a dream nonetheless.

"Mission report," a man whose name I didn't know demanded instantly. He was bald and wore round-rimmed glasses. Honestly, he didn't look all that harmful, but I knew looks could be deceiving.

"Target was hit with three bullets to the back," the Winter Soldier said blandly, going back to obedient servant mode. "A man was with him, who gave chase. We were unable to know for certain if the target died."

"He did." I glanced over to see a man with short, black hair walking in. He was broad-shouldered, had sharp cheekbones and was wearing a severe expression on his face. He also looked familiar, but I was beyond used to that now. And, since he worked for Hydra, I didn't bother trying to work out when I'd seen him before. I probably didn't want to know. That being said, even though I didn't know his name, I did know he was one of Hydra's undercover Agents. "Director Fury died just under two hours ago. I witnessed it myself."

The first man nodded. "Good work," he said. "Rumlow, take the assets back to their room." Rumlow nodded his head and began walking away, with the two of us following silently behind him.

Rumlow stopped in front of a familiar black door and typed in the code to open it. The code I'd memorised: 54287. It wasn't a crime, me knowing the code - the door could only be opened from the outside. Once we were in, we were locked in.

The Winter Soldier and I silently walked into our room with the usual instruction to 'be prepared to leave at any moment' before the door shut behind us.

The first thing we did was search the room for bugs. We always did that - cameras, listening machine things (they probably had a name - I didn't know it), the works. All of it gone. It frustrated Hydra, but we wanted privacy, and so we got it our own way. And luckily we weren't punished for it.

Once the four cameras and seven other little mechanical devices were broken, we sat ourselves on one of the beds - officially, it was his, but we just picked a bed at random most of the time - and the Winter Soldier pulled me into his arms. I returned the embrace and we lay back down on the bed, in the same position we'd spent most of the night on the roof.

"So where do you want to go?" he asked lowly. We'd gotten all the bugs we could, but there was always a possibility we'd missed some.

"When?"

"After."

I thought for a moment. "England," I said at last. "I can't remember where I lived, but I know I grew up there. Where else would I have picked up an immaculate British accent?"

"England," he repeated, before nodding. "Sounds like a plan. And hey, we're less known there, at least. I've only ever had one mission in England."

I snorted. "I've had seven. Try again, sunshine." I sighed. "So what about you? Where do you want to go?"

"Brooklyn," he said without hesitation. "I think... I think I used to live there. I want to see if going back will bring me any memories."

"Sounds like a plan," I murmured sleepily.

The Winter Soldier chuckled. "Go to sleep, Silver. We had a long night."

"Don't mind if I do," I muttered, leaning into his warmth and letting sleep claim me. It was the first natural sleep I'd had in longer than I could remember.

We were both woken by the sound of the door sliding open. We sat up instantly, putting two feet of space between us before anyone stepped in. Our relationship was private, and we wanted to keep it that way.

"You're needed."

That was all that was said and it was all that was required. We stepped out and followed the Hydra Agent into the main room.

The unfamiliar man from before turned to face us. "Go to Pierce's home. Report to him - he needs you there." We both nodded, and turned to leave, but then the man called out. "Silverthorn, I want to talk to you." The Winter Soldier glanced at me and I nodded for him to go ahead without me. He did so, but I could see the hesitancy in his expression. I turned to the man, who was holding out my blades. "Pierce ordered them to be altered," he told me. "We've had a team of technicians on it for months, and they finally installed it an hour ago." He passed me the blades, which I took. "You'll see there's a button on each of the hilts." I looked down and saw that was true. One was blue, the other was red. "The blue one can be electrically charged. Imagine a lightning bolt, in your hand." I raised an eyebrow. "Then red one becomes incredibly hot - up to 400 degrees Celsius - in just a few seconds. They both have advanced cooling systems, too, so you should only have to wait for a quarter of a minute for them to be cold enough to sheathe."

"Thank you, sir," I said, placing the swords in their holdings by my thighs. "Is that all?"

"Yes. You may go." I nodded my head and left the room, briefly stopping by the weapons room to pick up my usual collection, before leaving the building and heading towards Pierce's apartment.

I crossed paths with an older woman on the way, though thankfully the shadowy corridor hid all my weapons.

I let myself into Pierce's apartment, listening to what he was saying to the Winter Soldier.

"Our window is limited," Pierce said, "Where is Silver?"

"She'll be here," the Winter Soldier answered.

I frowned, pausing. This was... familiar. I'd heard it before, I was certain. Why? Where? When?

I was drawn from my confused thoughts when Pierce spoke again.

"That doesn't answer my question, Soldier."

I stepped into the room then, drawing two pairs of eyes my way. "My apologies for being late," I said, moving to stand behind the Winter Soldier. "I was being shown the modifications that were made to my blades."

Pierce stared at me, before nodding. "Two targets," he said, placing a file on the table in front of the Winter Soldier, who shifted slightly, pulling the folder towards him. But he didn't open it. "Level 6," Pierce added, even though such information would be in the files already. "They already cost me Zola. I want confirmed death in ten hours."

I blinked, then frowned. I had a bad feeling. Why did I have a bad feeling?

The older woman I crossed in the hallway came back in, grasping her bag tightly. "Sorry, Mr. Pierce, I... I forgot my phone." She trailed off, noticing the Winter Soldier and I in the shadows of the room.

Pierce sighed. "Oh, Renata," he said lowly. "I wish you would have knocked." He drew a standard Glock pistol and fired two bullets. The woman - Renata - let out a cry and fell backwards, spilling her blood on the floor.

Without a word I moved around the Winter Soldier and approached the woman. There was a trickle of blood that escaped the corner of her mouth, and she looked up at me with scared, teary eyes.

I smiled sadly at her, before cleanly slicing her throat in order to end her suffering swiftly. I then picked up her body carefully in my enhanced arms and wordlessly left the apartment to dispose of the body.

I kept to the shadows, walking through alleyways until I reached an old, abandoned junkyard. I laid her body carefully on the ground, putting her on her back and then folding her arms over her chest, before grabbing an old can of car fuel. I soaked her body with the stuff, before setting it alight with a spark I created using two of my knives. I stepped back and watched her body burn.

After a few minutes, a cold, metal hand slipped into mine, and the Winter Soldier wordlessly watched with me as Renata's body was turned to ash - bones and all.

"Who are our targets?" I asked, and he silently passed me the file. Using the light of the fire, I looked over the details. I instinctively recognised both faces. "Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff," I listed dully. For some reason, Renata's death really struck me. She had no reason to die - she was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was what Pierce was surely call 'collateral damage'. If it were up to me, she wouldn't have been killed. She would have been let go without even a warning. The Winter Soldier and I were ghost stories - the worst she could have done was make us seem more real.

"You know them?"

I nodded. "Not personally, but yes." I frowned. "You spent some time with the KGB, right?" He hummed, which I took to mean that I had my facts straight. "Natasha Romanoff - formerly Natalia Romanova - came from the Red Room. She was their best. Steve Rogers was... is... Captain America, from the Second World War."

The Winter Soldier frowned. "He was given a serum," he said lowly. "I remember the man who injected me with the stuff saying it was based off a serum used on Steve Rogers." He shook his head, grimacing against the pain that I knew was a memory trying to fight its way through.

I turned away from the burning body. "Come on," I said. "We best go work out a plan."

"We don't know where they'll be," the Winter Soldier said, his frown deepening. "The file said nothing."

I hummed, then sent him a side-smile. "They're on the run from S.H.I.E.L.D. because they know of Hydra's infiltration. So they're no doubt going to find someone they know is secretly Hydra and interrogate them. They will want to know Pierce's plans."

"So who do they know?"

I considered for a moment. "They'll know the S.T.R.I.K.E. team are Hydra, but there are too many of them. No, they'll go for someone a little less obvious - someone who works alone."

"Sitwell," the Winter Soldier said suddenly.

I frowned in confusion. "Who?"

"He was the man at headquarters who gave us our instructions," he explained. "He was also a prisoner on a ship that the S.T.R.I.K.E. team were told to clear out, so chances are they'll know who he is by now."

"If they get their hands on him, he'll tell them what they want to know, I've no doubt."

"Why?"

"When you know Black Widow's reputation, you know that almost anyone who crosses her path is doomed," I told him dryly. "He'll have to be disposed of, so he can't spill too many of Hydra's secrets."

"Normally I feel uneasy about pointless deaths," the Winter Soldier murmured as we stepped back into the streets, which, like the previous night, were thankfully empty. "Is it bad I have no such feelings this time around?"

"He's a Hydra Agent," I pointed out. "Hydra were the ones who turned us into killers. I'd say your disdain is perfectly justified."

"Well, when you put it that way..." he said with a smirk, and I just rolled my eyes.

The Winter Soldier and I spent the rest of the night locating and tailing Jasper Sitwell. We found where he lived, broke into his apartment (while he was sleeping), and bugged each and every item of clothing he owned, so we could keep tabs on him. When morning came we followed him to some kind of meeting.

We were stood in the shadows, listening to his mindless chatter with another man who proved to be Hydra, when Sitwell got a phone call. Thanks to the listening device that had been placed under the lip of his suit jacket collar, we were able to hear both sides of the phone conversation.

"Agent Sitwell, how was lunch? I hear the crab cakes here are delicious."

The Winter Soldier and I exchanged confused glances. This wasn't a voice either of us recognised. Both of us started to scan the area, and he nudged me, before nodding towards a bunch of tables with umbrellas. There was a black man slouching comfortably on a chair, with a phone to his ear. He was looking directly at Sitwell.

I knew him. Dammit, I knew I knew him, but I couldn't remember how I knew him. This was getting more and more frustrating. While the constantly revisited memories were easier to get back after a wipe, there were some that stubbornly refused to show themselves.

"Who is this?" Sitwell asked.

"The good looking guy in the sunglasses, your ten o'clock." Sitwell looked around him, then focused to his right. I rolled my eyes - could he not even tell the time well enough to know his ten o'clock was, at the bare minimum, on his left?! The Winter Soldier also seemed incredulous, though by the way his shoulders shook slightly I could tell he was also hopelessly amused. "Your other ten o'clock."

"What do you want?"

"You're gonna go around the corner to your right. There's a grey car, two spaces down. You and I are gonna take a ride."

"Well, that seemed oddly forward," I muttered, frowning in confusion. The black guy wasn't even trying to be subtle.

The Winter Soldier smirked. "Give it a minute - there'll be a threat in a second."

"And why would I do that?" Sitwell challenged.

"Because that tie looks really expensive, and I'd hate to mess it up." My eyes darted down to Sitwell's tie just as he did, and I noticed the stable, red dot that showed there was a gun being aimed at him.

"You called it," I muttered. "Come on, let's make sure it really is Rogers and Romanoff, and then we'll double back, fetch the rest of the group, then ambush them as they try to escape."

"You've got this all thought-out, haven't you?" the Winter Soldier asked as we subtly followed Sitwell towards the grey car, but before the man was within reach of said car he was grabbed by a pair of muscular arms and dragged into the building.

The Soldier and I quickly scaled to the top of a nearby building, reaching the top a moment before Sitwell was thrown onto the roof of the expected building, Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff following calmly behind.

"Remind me again why we're not killing them right now," the Winter Soldier muttered.

"Because neither of us have the right weapons, they're too dangerous to risk going hand-to-hand against, and because you told me Pierce is forcing us to make use of some of his other Agents. I don't know about you, but the last one alone is reason enough not to go against them right now," I said, starting to scale down the side of the building with the Winter Soldier following behind me.

He smirked at me, taking my hand like usual as we walked calmly into the open. "And here I thought you just wanted to make it more dramatic."

I chuckled. "Well, sure. That too."