SHIELD Facility - Berlin 2016

Red hair. Pungent peaches.

It whips around as she leaps onto me to get a better grip for my submission. I quickly flip her off me and begin to barrel through her, just another objective.

"You could at least recognize me," She pants out through clenched teeth while gripping my wrist.

As she struggles, it's the marquis necklace which catches my eye.

I know that marquis necklace.

I blink through the haze, and for a split second I imagine her large smile and tears of joy as I get down on one knee before her.

A jolt to my back shakes me from my reverie and my grip on her neck slips. As it slips, so does she, and the pale memory fades away.

Defend. Escape. Survive.