When Evaline awoke, she was in a much cleaner jail cell than the one she had been in. She was lying in a proper bed, although her sore body made it feel as if she were still in the first cell. As she looked down, however, she saw why. Around the simple t-shirt and boxers that she had been dressed in, she saw her skin was littered with scratches and bruises that all burned and throbbed no matter how little she tried to move.

She struggled to stand, her muscles and bones screaming in protest. Willing her body to rise, she then lifted her eyes to meet the gaze that she had felt on her since the first moment she had woken. Zemo was watching her like the predator he was, narrowed eyes glinting in the low lighting of the hallway outside her cell, muscles still poised to strike even with the barrier of a glass wall between them.

"What did you do to me?" Evaline asked, getting as close to the wall between them as she could, making sure to maintain a defensive position just in case Zemo got cocky and removed the only obstacle between them.

Zemo tipped his head to the side, a twisted smile slipping onto his face as he commented, " I don't think you should be so worried about what we did to you, but rather, what you did to others."

Her words came out with an annoyed twang as she asked, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Grin widening as if he were about to inform Evaline she had won the lottery, Zemo practically purred, "Why don't you see for yourself?"

Suddenly, a curtain between her cell and the one to her right lifted, revealing a body lying on the cot and shivering. Slowly, sound filtered into Evaline's cell: the sounds of silent sobs and gasps of pain, obviously belonging to whoever was lying on the cot.

It took a moment for Evaline to identify who the body was, but once she did, she lost all sense of decorum and bravery with Zemo as she rushed to the edge of her cell, putting her palms flat against the glass partition as she whispered, "Luke. What did he do to you?"

"I didn't do anything to him," Zemo said, his voice void of any defensiveness and instead, filled with glee. Out of the corner of her eye, Evaline saw him move from standing in front of her room to standing at the edge between her's and Luke's, angling himself so he could see her expression. "Don't you remember what happened, Agent Kaeser?"

As Evaline wracked her brain, she suddenly, vividly recalled that shortly after being triggered, Zemo had given her orders to do whatever he said. Her memories fast forwarded to those in which she was laying into Luke, ignoring his pleas to stop and begs for mercy. With every hit she landed in her memory, some part of her body cried out in protest: the new scabs along her knuckles, the bump on her head, a tweaked muscle in her left ankle - all areas where Luke had hit when trying to fight her off.

"Luke," Evaline said as she covered her mouth, tears springing up into her eyes as the glass partition them flew upwards and she moved forward toward the cot where he lay. "Luke, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do… any of that. They used the serum against me, I - "

She had stepped to reach out to him, to comfort him with her touch, but he spotted her and flinched away, freezing her in her steps. Feeling her stomach turn over with revulsion at her own actions, Evaline nearly threw up as she turned quickly and headed back into her own cell, rushing for the toilet as she dry heaved.

Zemo's chuckle was low, sharp, and cutting. "Do you not appreciate your work, Agent Kaeser?"

"It's not my work," she responded into the metal toilet bowel, her words echoing around her ears before she leant up, glaring at Zemo through bleary eyes. "It's the work you forced me to do."

"Ah, yes, but your hands still did it," Zemo said, shrugging apathetically as his eyes slid back toward where Luke was still moaning. Zemo's voice turned saccharine and sadistic all at once as he asked, "I think it's time to put him out of his pain, don't you agree?"

The words straightened Evaline's spine and resolve quickly, especially as she saw two guards enter Luke's room and begin to pull him off the cot. Evaline thought for a moment, selfishly, that he would just give up and let himself be dragged away, but instead he fought virulently, showing his wish to live and making Evaline's guilt deepen with every moment.

Losing all common sense, she lunged forward, but the glass wall between their cells suddenly shot upward again, nearly cutting her foot off before she crashed face-first into it. She continued to shout Luke's name and slam on the wall, hoping it was encouraging him to keep fighting back, but she had to admit to herself that she wasn't really sure if it was helping or hindering him considering his response to her words earlier.

Luke finally seemed to catch the upper hand on one of the guards all of a sudden, knocking him out of commission for a few moments as the other turned, throwing out his arm. The production of his gun, and the resulting shot from his weapon, stunned Evaline and Luke both as the force of the shot spun the latter into the glass wall, his eyes meeting Evaline's for the last time.

"No!" Evaline screamed he slumped against the glass between them, his body streaking down with his blood close behind. Sobs broke through Evaline's chest of their own accord, her heart breaking as she saw the life go out of Luke's face and skin. "No, no, no!"

She collapsed on her side of the wall, her body collecting where the wall met the floor as she let the tears run abashedly down her cheeks. Luke's eyes were still wide open, full of fear and looking at her, the bullet wound in his temple oozing.

Her voice still shaking, although now mostly from fury, Evaline whipped around and demanded from Zemo, "What was the whole point of abducting Luke if you were just going to kill him?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Zemo asked, amusement alighting his features. "It was to test your loyalty, and see how far you would go when you were triggered. That was Barnes' strength - or, should I say, his weakness."

Knowing Luke was beyond the point of caring about the quality of their relationship at that point, Evaline growled, "I understand that you made Luke important in my other life somehow so he would be an easy target for you in this life. But if you think for a second that I would do the same to any of my teammates, you're wrong. Bucky Barnes pushed through the serum because of his love for Steve; I know I can do the same for any of my teammates, for my family."

"Really?" Zemo asked, peaking an eyebrow as his smirk remained. "Because you seem to have forgotten that Luke wasn't the only person you beat senseless."

The wall between her cell and the cell to her left lifted, and Evaline lost against her curiosity to not see who was waiting on the other side. At first, all she saw was a body crumpled into a ball on the cot; but then, when the sound began to filter into her own cell, she realized she recognized the sound of the moans.

Reaching out quickly, as if to console, Evaline's palms slammed into the glass as the victim groaned. Evaline let out another broken sob she couldn't fight as she whimpered "Marley."

Although her eyes were only for Marley, she could hear the smile in Zemo's voice as he said, "I still have use for her, so she's safe… if you behave. I'll let you two ladies have a nice little girl chat while I go take care of some other things."

Zemo exited the hallway of cells, leaving Evaline and Marley with only the same two guards out in the hallway as the glass wall between their two cells slid downward. Determined not to let Marley befall the same fate that Luke had, Evaline rushed toward her, ready to defend her in case the HYDRA thugs watching them decided to take her away like they had with Luke.

To her surprise, Marley didn't flinch away like Luke had as Evaline gently pressed her hand to her shoulder, saying, "Marley, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do what I did to you. They used… they used all of my trigger words, I wasn't myself…"

"I figured as much," Marley said on a grimace as she rolled over, groaning and holding her abdomen. Even through the grime and the blood and sweat that covered her, Marley's eyes twinkled in the darkness of their shared cell as she said, "I'm mostly just upset I wasn't able to land a few more lasting hits on you. Those words turn you into a monster, Eva."

Both of them winced at the same time, Evaline due to Marley's description of her and Marley due to that and her pain as she said, "I'm sorry."

"No, you're right," Evaline said, gently moving her hands around Marley's body as she took stock of her wounds.

"I'm assuming these guys work for the Mystery Man, and that dude that was talking to you?" Marley asked, finally sitting up on the edge of her bed with a little assistance from Evaline, grunting with effort as she did so.

"Yeah, well, Mystery Man no longer," Evaline said, beginning to tear off strips of her bedraggled shirt to make bandages for some of Marley's wounds. "Mystery Man is Helmut Zemo, and his little cronies are all HYDRA thugs."

Both of Marley's eyebrows shot up to the middle of her forehead as she asked, "No shit?"

Shaking her head, Evaline knelt in front of her friend and dipped the cloth strips in a small amount of water that had been left beside her bed before beginning to clean her up. "No shit. He seems to be holding a little bit of an anger toward Steve since he offed his dad and destroyed all of HYDRA, or whatever. He thinks that messing with me will ruin Steve."

"He's not wrong," Marley admitted as she clenched her teeth and hissed while Evaline cleaned a deep gash above her eyebrow that was already beginning to bruise. Her voice was careful and tight as she asked, "Was… hurting me the only thing he made you do? Did he ask you for trade secrets or something?"

"No, but I… I hurt Luke, too." Evaline tried to focus on the wounds in front of her, but she didn't miss Marley's quick intake of breath at the mention of the other S.H.I.E.L.D agent. "I think probably first, and then they chose you to further test my loyalty since we were close both in my previous life and this life."

"Well, hopefully you'll get to heal his wounds like you're doing to mine," Marley said, trying to force a little brightness into her tone as Evaline hesitated, squeezing her eyes shut to hold back the tears. Her silence was all telling as Marley read right through her and whispered, "Oh, no."

"I didn't kill him," Evaline said quickly, shaking her head and the tears away as she leant back on her heels and met Marley's eyes. "They shot him. After everything, after me coming here… I was so stupid to think that they would keep him alive if I did what they said."

"I can't believe they went to such lengths," Marley said with bitterness and disgust in her voice as she let her face raise to the ceiling, blinking away her own tears. "Between slicing the guy's Achilles tendon, and having you beat him, and then killing him at the end of it all. I wish I had been able to see him once more, to tell him how much I appreciated his friendship. I'm sure he understood why you did what you did."

Evaline had opened her mouth to respond, until Marley's words caught up with her. As it registered, she realized that there was no reason that Marley could have known that Luke's Achilles tendon had been sliced considering Evaline had not known that detail herself until she heard it from Luke just the day before.

Unless Marley had known who had tortured him, and why.

Unable to control the involuntarily pull of her body away from Marley's, Evaline turned quickly and pretended like she was crying. Marley's voice sounded out from behind her, sickeningly sympathetic and synthetic as she said, "Oh, Eva, I'm sorry. Luke was lucky to have you as a friend, it's just a shame…"

It was the invocation of Luke's name, of Marley's fake care for him, that made Evaline decide on her course of action. Counting her breaths, her steps, and the distance between them, she waited for her brain to make the calculations before she moved, turning on a heel and using the power in her legs to spring across the room and tackle Marley onto the cot.

Marley's eyes widened and her hands went immediately to remove Evaline off of her, but Evaline had straddled Marley, her hands around her throat and her thighs and knees keeping Marley's arms and legs prisoner. It took every inch of Evaline's strength to keep Marley down as she tried to buck her off; the only thing Marley really succeeded in doing was gasping around her crushed windpipe, "Eva?! What the hell?!"

The glass wall behind them, cutting off Marley's cell from the main hallway, flew up, and the two guards ran in with weapons pointed at both of them. One looked like he had fifteen years easily on the other, but both looked equally as deadly. The older one was the one to shout at Evaline and Marley, "Hands up, now!"

"I don't think you're going to shoot us," Evaline said, lifting a leg as she shifted Marley's body up the wall so they couldn't shoot Evaline without shooting Marley. "Am I right?"

It was in that moment, when she saw the guards' hesitancy to just shoot them both and prove her wrong, that her suspicions peaked.

Smirking, Evaline asked, "Afraid you're going to shoot your comrade?"

She received three confirmations at once that her suspicions weren't for nothing. The younger guard's eyes widened visibly behind his mask; the older guard lifted his gun higher to his chin, aiming for a tighter shot at Evaline. But mostly, the confirmation was in the way that Marley froze at first, obviously calculating, before determining the risk wasn't worth it.

A low laugh emitted from her chest, her entire face completely transformed from the fear and betrayal that had painted across it just moments before. Instead, amusement and curiosity covered it as Marley tipped her head and asked, almost conversationally, "How did you know?"

Although she had been suspicious and had pretty much already accepted that Marley wasn't who she said she was, Evaline's heart still broke with the admittance straight out of Marley's mouth, and with the easy way that she simply switched personalities even under duress. Evaline tried to keep her voice steady as she said, "There was no way you should have known Luke's Achilles was sliced unless you had seen him after you were taken hostage - which, you confirmed you hadn't by saying you wish you could see him once more - or if you had known because you participated in the torture."

"Well, I didn't participate in the torture, technically," Marley said slowly, smiling almost lazily although her eyes were glinting with joy and Evaline's hands were still relatively tight around her neck. "At least, not that time. Now, would you mind letting me go so these guards don't shoot both of us? My friend Jonas here has orders to not worry about maiming me if he thinks my life is in danger. Also, they know your trigger words as well as Zemo and I do, but I don't want to make you a pliable vegetable again. I want to talk to you."

Evaline waited a few more moments with her hands around Marley's neck, weighing her options. She knew that Marley was right, that she could be triggered and coerced into letting go, or shot; she just wasn't sure which was the better option.

Considering she knew both would end negatively, she took a chance and let go of Marley, unstraddling her, although two more guards filtered in and behind her before she could have a chance to move toward the wall. Marley stood up from the cot that still had stains of her blood on it, moving a little stiffly but relatively well for someone who had supposedly just been beaten to within an inch of her life.

Evaline said sardonically, "My hits must've not been as hard as you made them sound."

"None of these are your hits," Marley confessed, cracking her neck as she grinned before walking to place herself between the two HYDRA guards facing Evaline. "Just a couple of well-placed slices and hits from Jonas to make it believable that you had beat me. Nothing that shouldn't heal without a little bit of our special serum."

Her two bodyguards moved together, refocusing their weapons on solely Evaline as she felt her mouth go dry for a moment. She forced herself to stand straight and speak, asking Marley, "Why? Why would you side with HYDRA?"

"Because I believe in the cause, and in Zemo. Because Steve Rogers' so-called bravery and righteousness destroyed my family tree as well," Marley said, her easy tone of voice turning into a growl on Steve's name. "My last name isn't Herrera. It's Reinhardt."

Perking an eyebrow, Evaline tried to keep her voice even as she said, "Steve had nothing to do with the murder of your grandfather, or whatever the hell he was. Phil Coulson killed him."

"Werner was my father," Marley snapped. "And who do you think inspired Phil Coulson to become the agent that he was? Everyone knows how obsessed with your boyfriend he was, and the demolition of HYDRA would have never occurred without precious Captain America at the helm."

"Never say never," Evaline said playfully, shrugging her shoulders. "HYDRA was and is an outdated idea and organization. It's never truly thrived, and it never will."

"You may be right, but you're probably wrong," Marley said tauntingly, recovering her almost playful demeanor. "Already, we're re-infiltrating S.H.I.E.L.D. Every single so-called incursion on S.H.I.E.L.D. property or otherwise was me. I kidnapped Luke and then get his blood on you when you wouldn't beat him. I slipped in to kill Nitro. I planted Luke's DNA sample and the note at the Austrian warehouse. I stole your S.H.I.E.L.D ID and leave it in the forest for Jeremy to find so he would question you. I purposefully triggered you at your house so you would put your family in danger and question yourself. And I planted the note at the cafe inviting you here when you told me about your fight with Steve, to finally pull you away from him."

"But why?" Evaline asked, the sorrow of the betrayal beginning to claw into her heart as she realized how readily and earnestly they had let Marley in and how easily she had destroyed everything. "If your target is Steve, then why not just kill me and let him mourn me? Why play all these mind games with me and torture me?"

"Because that would be far too simple," Marley said with another sadistic grin. "We have greater plans for you, Evaline Kaeser. And if those plans don't work out… well, we know Steve will at least avenge you. And we'll be ready for that, too."

She gestured almost lazily to the guards behind Evaline. One grabbed her around the neck and waist, her black and blue body unable to fight him off although she certainly struggled in his grip. Meanwhile, the other guard teased out a vein on her neck before slipping in a needle, injecting her with something that burned as it raced through her veins and made its way to slow her heart down and keep her neurons from firing.

Her body went limp, growing heavier as the guard simply let her drop to the floor, letting her face and eyes rolls up to the ceiling. As her vision began to gray, Marley came to stand over her, and her voice clear as Evaline registered her words right before she fully lost consciousness.

The words had unmistakably been "Hail Hydra, bitch."