I had been frozen in cryostasis, for thirteen years after I came back from being with blackberry and mutt. I was woken along with the winter soldier, in order to kill the director of shield, nick fury.

I watched from the side of the road as the winter soldier walked to the center of the road, before turning and facing a black SUV that was speeding towards him. He then raised his arm brandishing a grenade launcher. I watched as he fired the launcher, the grenade went flying towards the SUV, detonating when it attached to the SUV, causing it to flip over landing on its roof.

I was halfway across the street when it landed. When I got to the front door, I placed my right hand on the chassis, placing my left hand on the handle of the door before pulling it off, before throwing it to the side. Only to see it empty with a hole in the ground.

"Должен ли я следовать за ним?" (Should i follow him?) I asked looking at the soldier.

"да, но не вступайте в бой, доложите, где он остановится" (yes, but do not engage, report Where he stops.) He responded, just as I dropped into the hole.

I watched as the target looked around making sure he wasn't followed before crossing the street and entering what looked like an apartment complex. After counting for five breaths, I followed him across the street, ducking into the nearby alleyway. I pulled myself onto the buildings fire escape, moving along them as I followed the target up to the third floor, where he entered the last apartment.

"Цель остановилась. он находится по адресу: 1614 коннектикут-авеню, квартира на северо - западном углу."(the target has stopped. He is at 1614 Connecticut ave, north west apartment.) I stated tapping the comm that was on my wrist.

"Не спускай с него глаз. скажи мне, если он сдвинется с места." (Keep an eye on him. Tell me if he moves position.) He replied, before cutting off communication.

After making sure that the target wasn't going to move for the time being, I shortcutted to an adjacent building, where I watched and waited.the sun was just starting to set, when I noticed a man that was astride a motorcycle, pull up to the building.

"Кто-то только что прибыл, мужчина, шесть футов два дюйма, светлые волосы, голубые глаза. кажется, он входит в здание." (Someone has just arrived. Male, six feet two inches, blonde hair, blue eyes. Appears to be entering the building.) I stated over the comm.

"В какую квартиру он направляется?" (What apartment is he headed to?) The soldier asked as I walked along the rooftop following the man as he walked up to the third floor.

"Он на третьем этаже... похоже, что он направляется туда, где находится цель."(He's on the third floor... It appears that he is headed to the same apartment the target is in.) I answered, as the soldier raised his rifle and pulled the trigger.

I lept to the next building, as the soldier and the blonde man crashed through the window, of the same building. I was running along the roof waiting , for the chance to strike. I had just landed on the building that the soldier and man were facing off on. I watched as he threw a shield at the soldier, who caught it in his left had, before throwing it back at the man. Who caught it, sliding a few feet from the force of the soldiers throw. With the slightest nod from the soldier we both ran to the edge of the building. I shortcutted us back to the base, just after we jumped from the building.

After two weeks of the strike force, trying and failing to kill the blonde man who I learned was named Captain America. Hydra sent the winter soldier and I to kill him. While the soldier was dealing with the Captain, I was fighting the falcon.

Falcon uppercut, connected with my chin causing me to stumble backwards, as he followed up, by sweeping his wings forward and catching me in the midsection, before vaulting me into the air. My goggles cracked as I hit the ground, sliding a few feet causing me to lose my face guard as well. I spit some blood from my mouth, after getting to my knees. I turned my face towards him, as I got to my face revealing, my whole skull as I wiped some blood from the corner of my eternal sharp toothed smile.

"What the fuck?" he asked taking a couple of steps back, to put more space between us.

As he stepped back the hallway we were in changed, gold covered the office white walls, as golden tiles replaced the generic gray carpet. I looked on uncaring as a girl no older than ten walked towards me, only stopping when she was next to falcon. Her shoulder length brown hair was disheveled, along with the periwinkle and magenta striped sweater. My head tilted to the side as she raised her right arm, revealing a knife that was covered in dust. I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye socket. A skeleton with a blue hooded sweatshirt, walked up to us, his black basketball shorts drew the eye to his fuzzy pink slippers that covered his feet, it was only when he stood next to me that I noticed he was also wearing a red scarf around his neck.

Something came over me as I locked eyes with falcon's.

"You've been busy, huh?" I asked a masculine voice with a Brooklyn accent replaced my own.

A look of confusion came over his face as I continue.

"So I've got a question for ya, do you think even the worst person can change? That everyone could be a good person if they just tried?" I asked, before breaking out into manic laughter, causing him to take a few more steps back.

"Heh, heh, well I've got a better question for ya. Do you want to have a BAD TIME?" I asked my eye lights disappearing.

"Cause if you take another step forward, you're really not gonna like what happens next." I snapped my eye lights returning as he took one more step back.

"Whelp, sorry old lady, this is why I never make promises. " I said with a shrug of my shoulders, as the air in the hallway became charged with a feel of determination.

A feeling of dread came over falcon as he brought his wings into a defensive position.

"Can anyone hear me. I need an evac, thirty eighth floor. Repeat thirty eighth floor." He yelled over the comm as I took a step towards him.

"It's A beautiful day outside.

Birds are singing.

Flowers are blooming.

On days like these,

Kids like you,

Should be BURNING IN HELL!" I said, as my left eye flared to life, changing from blue to yellow so fast that it appeared to be an acid green color.

Falcon looked on as four large dragon skulls, came out of thin air surrounding us. Their maws opening as they started to gather energy.

"Falcon. We're headed your way." I head a female voice say, as the skulls gathered more energy.

"You have got to be shitting me, Captain America never has to deal with this!" he yelled in exasperation, before quickly turning to run down the hallway towards the window.

The skulls released the stored energy. Four beams swept across the hallway, cutting the floor and building in half, causing the building to start to fall. I came back to myself just as the floor started to tilt, causing the two of us to start sliding down, the hallway towards the window. I watched as falcon crashed through the window, landing in a helicopter which flew off once he was inside. I followed soon after, my body slicing through the water just before the building crashed into the water.

Once my eyes adjusted the murky water, I was able to see the soldier grab Captain America, trying to bring him to the surface, swimming over to help. The both of us on either side, we each grabbed an arm and allowed us to sink to the bottom, before pushing off it, giving us the needed momentum to breach the surface, where we preceded to drag the Captain to shore.

The soldier turned to leave, while I stood there wondering if we should stay till help arrived.

"Ты идешь, маленькая косточка?" (are you coming, little bones?) The Soldier asked gaining my attention.

"Разве мы не должны ждать Пока помощь не прибудет сюда?"(Shouldn't we wait until help arrives?) I asked in turn, only for ambulance sirens to answer me.

"Идем мы уходим."(Come we leave.) He said turning on his heel and walking away, while I followed close behind.

Our plan was to leave the country, but before we could do that, the soldier wanted to check something out. As we glanced through the exhibits, about Captain America's child hood, we noticed a large pane of glass in the middle of the wing. On the right side of the pane was an etching of a young man his face was clean shaven and he looked similar to the soldier. On the other side of the pane was some information about the man named James Buchanan Barnes. As I was writing the information down the soldier stared pensively at the portrait. Once I was done writing I marked the page with a pamphlet from the Captain America wing, before nodding my head towards the soldier giving him the signal that we should leave, before turning around and leaving the museum.