My days are filled with relentless training at the gym. My nights are filled with reading, sex and learning about my mission. The mission includes several people from the Avengers. They are currently residing in the Stark tower. We have initiated plans to take out a few at a time. Alex tells me they are a serious threat to America. They were once superheroes gone rogue. My mission is to not let them be successful in their own.

The sex with Brock is good but always feel like its missing an important part. Maybe it's love. I am not in love with him. I do not love him. I hardly consider him a friend but at this point he is a partner who provides a release and I can live with that. He tells me I won't get pregnant as I am sterile from treatments they have given me. This depresses me but I do not let it show to Alex or Brock. I feel as though Alex can tell I have things going on in my head that I don't tell him about and I'm always afraid I'll spill by accident. This makes me speak only when spoken to and avoid him as much as possible.

I have formed a bond with the tattooed woman Vera. One day she asked if I wanted something different done with my hair. After seeking approval from Alex we dyed an under layer of hair black. It looks badass against my pale skin. The day she did that was the day I opened up to her about a few things I was concerned about. Mainly it included Brock and I was somewhat conflicted about my mission. I didn't talk much, only mentioned I had my concerns that our mission could be incorrect. Maybe the superheroes were misunderstood. As a good soldier to Alex I wasn't to question him.

Nearing two months after my training had begun I woke in the morning feeling nauseous. I chalked it up to not eating a heavy enough meal the previous night. I hid it from Brock. The next day I woke up and rushed to the bathroom. Anything I had in my stomach was expelled. I sat by the toilet and realized I had missed my period. But everything had been so off course. I had no idea when to expect it and when to not expect it. Was Brock wrong about my being sterile? Did he simply say this so he could enjoy his own pleasures? I cursed him in the bathroom. After gathering myself I entered the shower. The entire time in the shower was filled with cramping in my stomach. I prayed they were actual cramps and my body was playing tricks on me. I left the shower hearing Brock bang on the door.

"Aeron we've got to move!" He yelled

I hopped out and towel dried myself quickly. I wrapped myself in the towel and headed out.

"They're on the move. Pierce wants us gone now!" He barked

I dressed quickly in the light gray suit that had been fashioned for me. It was made out of a material that deflected gun shot wounds. It wasn't perfect for close range but something was better than nothing. I put on my black boots lacing them quickly and ran downstairs. Vera and a physician were there waiting for me. Vera worked on the French braid in my hair while I was hooked up to one of the machines. Questions were asked. Alex entered in the middle of the interview I answered them as truthfully as I could. I lied about how I felt. The cramps were persistent but I was a soldier and I could work through it. I would be fine. My mission would be completed.

"Her blood pressure is high." The physician says to Alex

I shake my head. "Just a little nervous" I answer'

"You aren't trained to be nervous." He says sternly

"I'm fine Alex. Trust me." I say

He stares me dead in the eye and holds it for longer than I am comfortable then nods his head.

"She's ready." He says.

I am quickly dismissed and follow Brock out the door. He barks orders to men that have joined us at the house. We load up in the jeep just Brock and I and they follow us. They take us to a location that is unknown to me and we wait. I ignore the growing pain in my groin. Just as I am hit with a cramp Brock brings to my attention the man on a motorcycle with a truck not too far behind. The pain is not readable on my face but I can't hear Brock bark an order at me. He shakes me and says it again. I jump to attention and jump off the bridge slinging the grapping at the closest object I could find. I swing around and with ease meet my target. He is knocked of his bike. I pull out my gun to shoot him and the truck whirrs by me nearly running me over. I curse low and drop to the ground looking to see if he has stood up. My eyes widen seeing his is gone. A cramp hits me and I hesitate. Where the hell is Brock? I feel a hit on my cheek. The man on the motorcycle, Captain America, has hit me. I withstand the blow easily. I turn to him and I swear he whispers something starting with Hi. I jump on him hands at his throat. He is too fast and too strong. I'm supposed to have fucking backup! He flips me over and pulls a hand behind my back. It's then that I feel it a trembling cramp. I cry out and he knows it not from him. He lets me go and I run away from him. I can hear gun shots but none near us. I dart around the nearest truck and hold my stomach. I cry out and fall to my knees. Needing all the air I can get I rip the partial mask I am wearing away from my face. Curses escape my lips and I hear fast footsteps approaching. A loud groan makes it way from my throat. I look down and can see the blood staining my inner thighs.

"Did you stab her?" a voice shouts.

I move my eyes to meet a man with dark brown hair long enough to graze his shoulders and piercing blue eyes looking. He was angry but I see him shocked at the blood staining the material on my thighs. I know him as Captain America's best friend, the Winter Soldier.

"No something is wrong." Captain America answers.

I meet the Captains concerned face and am seized with pain again. My hands scrape the pavement catching my fall.

"Sam? Steve! That's Sam." I presume the soldier is speaking excitedly to his friend.

I sit back again relieved from some pain. Steve's friend is kneeling in front of me. He grabs my face and I shake him away.

"No." He whispers. "Sam it's me." He eyes, his face, his whole body is pleading with me.

I reach to my belt to find any weapon but I am stopped. I am too weak.

My back up. Son of a bitch the man that was supposed to love me has left me to die with these men.

"She's losing too much blood, Buck. We've got to get her out of here." Captain America says.

The world darkens and I see another target join us. With my last bit of strength I push the soldier away from me and he backs off but I believe he has chosen to. It has nothing to do with my touch. The man in the metal suit reaches for me. Shit. He lifts me and I'm flying.