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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?

Surprise! Two Chapters in one day! If you previously read Part One you got this chapter already. If you haven't, you should go back and read it.

-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.

-This is a Bucky/OC ship start to finish.

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

With love, Dubs

One: Зарђао

January 7th, 2014

"Twenty-first floor," Fury grumbled as he stepped into the elevator.

He attempted to use his hand to wipe some of the coffee he spilled off his jacket, swearing at the annoyance. The only other person in the space to hear him cursing the hot bitter beverage was Pierce's newer assistant, Annie Jackson. She had been kindly holding the elevator doors for him and in his efforts to hurry he had bumped into a SHIELD Agent, knocking a solid quarter of his cup of coffee onto the breast of his jacket. As the doors closed Annie offered him a linen handkerchief silently and he took it from her, using it immediately.

"Thank you," he said handing it back. She nodded with a small smile, returning the soiled fabric to her clutch.

For the first couple of weeks she worked for Pierce, Fury had wondered if she was mute. Nearly every day, Fury and Annie rode the elevator together and in all that time, he hadn't heard her anything much more than an occasional cough from her. She had been there for nearly a month before he discovered that she was just quiet.

Her first comment had been a result of Pierce offering Fury coffee that she made. Fury had refused the beverage. She simply smiled and mentioned she understood; that the only person you could trust to make your drinks, was yourself. From then on Fury found himself enjoying their quiet elevator rides, even if he was suspicious of her intentions.

Being Pierce's secretary meant she had access to every part of the building, something Fury had disagreed with initially. But Annie—he had also learned—wasn't one to pry into any business that wasn't her own. Since arriving at SHIELD, Fury had kept tabs on Annie's position in the building and knew she had never been to any floor aside from Pierce's. At least not alone, and generally not without Pierce.

Fury leaned against the back of the glass elevator and watched the blonde woman in front of him. On the occasional days like today she reminded him of Captain Rogers, as if she was a woman who belonged to a different time entirely. She wore a navy-blue blazer and matching A-line skirt. Her heels were thicker and low to the ground with rounded fronts.

Her hair and make-up really brought her into a 1940s era pin-up model look though. Her long blonde locks pulled back on one side and all of it was curled inward to hide the ends. She wore dark red lipstick and almost too much rouge on her cheeks. Her upper eyelids were covered in a brown eyeshadow and a thin line of black eyeliner accented her mascara covered lashes.

When the elevator arrived at his floor, she stepped to the side to allow him ample room to pass.

"Have a good day, Director Fury," she said as he passed her.

"You as well, Miss Jackson," he said without looking back.

By noon Fury's day had gone to shit. The Lemurian Star—a highly classified SHIELD launch ship for the Insight Program—had been hijacked by a group of pirates who were demanding one-and-a-half billion dollars for the ship and its hostages, including Jasper Sitwell. Something about the situation was off to Fury. The Lemurian Star was above top secret, few even knew of its existence, so the fact that it was the ship to be hi-jacked left a bad feeling in Fury's gut.

Natasha Romanoff had been the one to deliver the news to Fury.

"I want you on the Lemurian Star mission, Agent Romanoff," Fury said after she had briefed him on the situation. He turned to look out his window as he continued, "Pull every file and bring them to me."

"Yes, sir," Nat said as she prepared to exit the room. She was facing the door when she stopped and turned back around.

"That assignment you gave me," she started, and he turned his head to look at her, "Annie Jackson has an incredibly thorough background. It's too thorough."

"You think she's a spy?" he asked, and she took a deep breath.

"I think whoever she is, she isn't someone to be trusted," Nat said. Fury nodded and Natasha left the room.

He took a deep breath as he stood in front of the giant glass windows. He scoured the buildings facing his office, daring them with his one eye to show him something. He looked across the skyline and the Washington Monument caught his attention. It had been meant to reopen months previously, but due to some unforeseen circumstances with its renovations it was still closed and scaffolding surrounded it. He was about to look away when a shine in the scaffolding caught his attention. He stood tall and stared at it. If it was a shooter, he dared them to shoot him. The light disappeared and he let go of the breath he had been holding.

Early that afternoon—when Nick Fury decided to call it a day—he called the elevator. The glint on the Washington Monument scaffolding and the information from Romanoff had plagued his mind. As much as he like Ms. Jackson he didn't trust her. And that lack of trust led to a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. So, when the elevator doors opened, he was surprised to see Annie in it. Surprised, and equally suspicious.

"Going home early today, Miss Jackson?" he asked as he stepped inside with her. He continued, speaking to the computer in the elevator, "ground floor."

"I was thinking about grabbing something to eat on the way," she replied, "Senator Pierce left an hour ago, I was just finishing up some paperwork."

"I see," he said as he looked over at her, "where are you getting food from?"

"I'm not sure," she said, "I thought about walking home and seeing what sounded good along the way."

"There's a sandwich shop not too far from here," he said looking at the elevator door, "they have the best meatball sub I've ever had. You have to eat it with a fork and knife it's so messy, but that's just a part of its charm."

"That sounds wonderful," she said with a seemingly sincere smile, "I might have to give it a try."

"I'll drive you there," he offered, "It's been a while since I've had one myself."

"Thank you, sir," she said, and he nodded.