New Mission
The Winter Soldier sits on a single plastic chair beside a small wooden table in a sitting room, she was called by her boss fir another couple of missions as she was taken out of her status once again - these missions are ones that he quotes 'You would live to get your hands on.' She has been working for Hydra for almost 70 years now; every since they rescued her from Captain America and Sergeant America, Hydra told her that those two boys had destroyed her. Caused her to lose an arm while she was a mission from them and from that day on - The Winter Soldier swore to herself that they would pay no matter what. The metal door opens making Winter's head shoot op from the floor, now eyeing the door just as she sees a man in his mid 40's come in, his posture sharp and professional. She has seen him here before; his name is Alexander Pierce who's staying undercover in SHIELD. He doesn't look like the best man of his age, he has wrinkles covering his entire body that shows more than his real age, he wears an expensive gray suit that clings tightly to his body as he moves and he has on a set of oval black trimmed glasses that are bigger than his actual eyes; his chestnut hair is combed back and styled so it makes him look more professional.
"Winter Soldier," he greets, a vicious smile on his face that would have made someone shy away in an instant - but not her. "It's nice to see you up again, have a nice sleep?"
Winter just looks at him expressionless, she doesn't care for the little man - only the mission. "What's the mission?" She questions, getting straight to the point.
Pierce sighs, but not disappointed. "Ah, yes!" He exclaims, getting to why he brought Winter back so soon after her previous mission. "There is some people that need eliminating, your specialty in fact."
Winter's mouth quirk in a small smirk. "Who?" She's better at eliminating a threat then anyone else at Hydra; mostly because of her upgrades and strong metal arm. The metal arm has been very useful to her in the past, it gives her more strength to knock someone out and her reflex abilities are heightened thanks to Dr. Zola and his team.
Pierce brings out an A4 size envelope that holds the information needed, he takes out the first picture and shows it to Winter. "This is Director Nick Fury, he's the first you need to get rid of. He's a danger to our mission, he needs to go." He tells her as she takes the photo. Winter takes in the person to her mind, he looks about the same age as Alexander Pierce but has a darker tone on his skin and his left eye holds a black eye patch.
Winter nods, looking up, "who's after him?"
Pierce smirks. "Captain America and Sergeant America," he says bluntly, loving the tint of vengeance that show sup in her eyes as she loos at the picture of the two American heroes he gave her. "It's time to get your revenge, after Director Fury is dead - I want you to kill these two if my operatives don't complete their task effectively." Winter looks at the pictures intently, observing them with hate. The left one is a dark blonde with a strong structure, she can't help but notice she looks rather like him except her hair; but the other one is the same in build and has darker hair, she was told that both of them had undergone on experiment that made them around the same strength and stamina as herself. When she looks at the closely, especially the darker haired one and she swears a strong emotion swells inside of her - love?
"I'm the back-up." Winter narrows her eyes in accusation, shaking off her unidentified feelings but now looking slightly annoyed at the fact that she can't go head on and do the job herself. She's practically made for the mission!
Pierce sighs, nodding his head - looking a little disappointed too that she won't get first hand at the second mission. "Yes, we thought it would be best to give the boys a surprise," he grins, looking into her deadly eyes. "I think they're going to be too good for my agents to kill, that's when you come in." Knowing that she does like to make an entrance before she rips people apart.
Winter nods, placing a larger smirk on her face, coming up with a plan. "They won't know what hit them," she comments, getting up from her seat as she places the photos back on the table. She turns on her feet before walking into the next room, grabbing her gear and mission clothing - ready to get her revenge after 70 years.