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Flashes of a past life often plague Anya's memories. The only thing she knew for certain was the blue-eyed, brown-haired man with the metal arm staring her down was someone she always knew-someone who always felt right. One day she's meant to kill the Winter Soldier, but she's failed missions before-what's another failure if it means he's still alive? And why does that matter?

Welcome back friends.

-We're just going to start off with a general Trigger Warning for this entire part of the series. As each chapter is released I will put what the chapter has in it just as before. If there is a way to make it more concise or if you are worried about reading the content because of the chapter Trigger Warnings, feel free to PM me. I try to write everything tastefully and I believe each thing is really necessary to understand Anya's story in this part, but I'm aware it may tow the line of too much.

That being said, this chapter has No TWs.

-Chapter uploads may not be as consistent as last time. All of the chapters are in their first draft and a handful of them are completely edited, but my best friend is in town for two months and there may be days where I just forget. In light of that I will post at least two chapters a week. One around Mid-week (somewhere between Tuesday and Thursdays) and one on the weekend (Saturday/Sunday). On occasion I may post extra but do not plan on those. Same as before if it is a short chapter (1000 words or less) I will post two that day.

Be good to yourselves, and I hope you enjoy Part Two of my Angel of Death series.

With love, Dubs

Prologue: Чежња

Brooklyn – January 12th, 1924

Six-year-old Steve Rogers sat on a park bench next to his newest best friend, Bucky Barnes. He had promised Bucky that there would be a good surprise, another one of Steve's friends that Bucky would love. However, they had been sitting at the park for two hours and Steve's friend hadn't shown up.

Bucky wasn't sure they actually existed. Steve had refused to tell him anything about the other kid they were meeting. All Bucky knew was they were supposedly Steve's oldest friend, and that the two had met almost exactly like Steve had met Bucky.

Three boys, slightly older than Bucky and Steve, had been watching them for a while. They whispered and laughed as they looked at Bucky and Steve, just they had been since the pair had arrived at the park. Bucky knew bullies and these older boys were definitely bullies who were looking for someone to pick on.

"We should go, Steve," he said, and Steve shook his head.

"No way, we have to wait."

"We're gonna get beat up," Bucky said, looking nervously at the boys, "they're bigger than us."

"No, we won't. If they come over here, we'll fight them together," Steve said, still looking around. The boys, noticing Bucky's fear of them, sneered at one another, and nodded in agreement as they started walking over. They ignored Steve and stopped in front of Bucky.

"Hey kid," the biggest one said, "my friend said he saw you starin'. We don't like people starin'."

"I'm sorry," Bucky said, "We're just waiting for a friend."

"Well, your friend ain't comin' if they knows what's good for thems," the tallest one said, "this is our place. The Hounds ain't givin' it up either."

"We were just about to leave," Bucky said standing but Steve refused.

"No, we can be here too," Steve said, and the biggest one grabbed him.

"Oh yeah? Says who?"

"Says me," a higher voice said behind the boys. The three turned to the source, seeing a scrawny girl behind them. She was filthy, Bucky noticed as he looked over the shoulder of the boy in front of him. She had light brown hair that was long and stringy. Mud, dirt, and he wasn't sure what else, coated her body and clothing. She lifted her hands up, her fingers clenching as she made fists to punch with, "Now why don't you pick on someone your own size!"

"You're just a girl, what are you gonna do about it?" said the third.

"I'm gonna punch ya," she said, "now put my friend down."

"Ha!" said the big one throwing Steve down as he turned fully to face her, "I think this girl needs to be taught a lesson. Let's get her!"

The three jumped at her and she ducked away from them. The middle one and the tall one landed on top of each other, so the big one was the only one still able to come after her. He swung at her, and she ducked before punching him in the chin. He staggered back and she kicked him in the knee. He fell over and she looked to Steve and Bucky, holding out her hand.

"Come on, we gotta go!" she urged. Steve pushed Bucky toward her, and Bucky reached out. Immediately, she grabbed his hand and started running with him. Bucky felt as Steve held onto him. Before they could lose Steve, Bucky reached back and grabbed a hold of Steve's hand as well.

The ran with the two for several blocks, Steve wheezing as he was dragged behind the two. She held fast to Bucky's hand until they stood outside an older, derelict building. As they stopped, she released his hand to fiddle with the doorknob. After some jiggling and a clicking noise, she swung the door open.

"Come on," she said, holding the door as she stood to the side. She looked around nervously as she urgently continued, "in we go."

The boys entered the building and she followed after them—closing, then blocking the door behind them. Rats looked up at the trio as they entered, then looked away uninterested. The girl ran at them, hissing and growling like some sort of possessed creature. The rats skittered away from her immediately and scurried into the walls. She stood and turned towards the boys with a satisfied smile.

"What is this place?" Bucky asked, looking around.

"My home!" she said, "It's super nice, isn't it? It's much better than that stinky old orphanage. I have all kinds of space here and nobody tells me what to do! I just gotta chase off those stupid rats every now and then…"

She looked at Steve and saw him still wheezing.

"Hey, are you okay?" she asked getting on her knees and shuffled toward Steve to check him out as she continued, "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you run so far, I just didn't want them following us here."

He nodded wheezing as he bent over. She held her hands up as she continued on, "no, remember what you told me Sarah said. Hands up, stand up straight." He mirrored her and after a few minutes his breathing returned to normal.

"You were late Maggie," he croaked.

"Was I?" she looked at Bucky as she continued, "I can't read clocks. He's been teaching me to read books though. Him and Sarah. I like her, she's nice. Have you met her yet?"

"Steve's mom? Yeah, I've met her," Bucky said, then changed the subject immediately, "Your name's Maggie?"

"Oh yeah!" she said sticking her hand out, "Margaret Hargrove. But you can call me Maggie. My friends do. Well, Steve does, but if you're a friend of Steve's you're my friend too."

"It's nice to meet you, Maggie," he said, taking her hand, "My name is James Buchanan Barnes. But you can call me Bucky."