I am currently in France; I am walking down the street in front of the Eiffel Tower. The man who I am watching, Pierre DeBois, stops and turns around to look over his shoulder, he is carrying a briefcase that holds weapons that could level a small town if used a certain way. I walk close to him, and then I walk into a nearby shop,

"Bonjour!" A little French lady says to me from behind the counter while smiling sweetly.

A grin makes its way onto my lips, and I reply, "Bonjour, ca va?

"Ca va Bien, etui?"

"Bien, merci." Pierre walks into the store and stands in the corner of the room, the lady tries to ask him if he needs any help or wants anything, Pierre ignores her, and she shakes her head and turns to me and whispers how rude he is to me in French. I chuckle while nodding my head and continue to look at the things she has on the counter.

A big, burly man, I know as Mateo Lopez, walks in and walks up to the man, they shake hands, and they look over at the lady and me, they nod to each other and walk out of the store. The lady and I look "confused" at each other, and I shrug and buy a little souvenir and ring. I tell her a thank you and walk out of the store; I pretend to be looking through my bag when the two men look over at me. Pierre hands the briefcase over to Mateo, and Mateo pulls out a duffle bag and shows a large sum of money inside of it.

They make the exchange, and I run over and tackle Mateo and Pierre at the same time, they both pull out a gun, and I pull out my dagger from the waistband of my pants. Mateo fires at me and I move my head out of the way at the last second, the bullet sliding across my cheekbone, I feel the bullet tear through the skin and blood begins to pour out. I run at Mateo and kick him into the wall with my left leg, as I fight Mateo, I see Pierre trying to gather the bag of money and the weapons. I throw a dagger, and it pierces his hand in the middle of his hand, he falls to the ground holding his hand in agony.

Mateo gets up from where he fell and charged at me; he tackles me to the ground, and we slide across the field, the gravel cutting into my back and legs. I bring my legs up and wrap them around Mateo's neck, I extend my legs out, and as I bring them back at a rapid pace, my elbow makes contact with Mateo's head. After the fifth hit, he slumps down and loses conscience; I push him aside and run over Pierre, who is still writhing in pain. As I go to lift him he stabs my thigh and drags it upward, I let out a short scream of pain, and I pull the knife that is stuck right about everything my hip bone out. I toss it to the side, and I walk towards him,

"My turn!" I say in a very dark, sinister tone. I see him shiver in fear and start to scramble away from me.

"Wait! They are looking for you! THE SHADOW! they want their Shadow back." He says, and I stumble in my stride,

"Them? Who is THEM?" I ask while I stand over him.

"HYDRA!" My blood runs cold, and my body stiffens. My blood continues to run down my leg from where I got stabbed, but I ignore it. Why is HYDRA looking for me?

"How do you know this? What do they want with me?"

"Word gets around. They want their star killer back; after all, you can never break. You are a diamond. Trying to play a hero, please, everyone knows you are a killer. That is all you will ever be."

"You're right. I am a killer. I was raised to be a killer. I kill anyone who could ever be CONSIDERED a threat to me or to what I deem mine. Unfortunately, for you, you fall into that category." A sinister smile makes its way across my face, and I see Pierre's face turn as pale as a sheet. I lunge forward, a knife in my hand, slicing his neck, and his blood sprays me in the face. He falls dead at my feet and his blood starts to pool around his body.

I turn around and see that Mateo is still knocked out, and I reach into my back pocket to contact for my phone when I feel something sharp pierce my neck. I gasp in slight pain, and I try to grasp whatever is in my throat, I think a small dart stuck in my skin, and I use a little force to be able to pull it out. I hold the dart in the middle of my palm, and I slowly roll it over with my right pointer finger, and I see the HYDRA symbol.

My blood turns cold...

My body begins to relax...

I fall to the ground...

My vision begins to blur...

I see a person walk towards me...

I can't move...

I know who it is...

The Winter Soldier...

Help me...

Someone save me...

My body is picked up...

Everything goes black...

Oh, God...