Updates are going to slow to once a week from now on at least until I catch up and life is a little less hectic.

ChildishAssassin: Her powers are new to her realistically. She knows what HYDRA has told her about her powers and little else. By appearance, the powers are similar to Hela's. Much beyond that isn't discussed in this part because she's not trying to learn more about them yet. I was thinking of posting a few mini-stories between part two and three, one of them would address her powers more.

Six: Доброкачественный

January 9th

Anya rode around the city on her Kawasaki motorcycle. She had changed into a black leather one piece suit with heeled boots to match. Inside her matte black helmet was a HUD that was connected to her phone. She had been monitoring Fury's communications and location since she left the Triskelion earlier in the day—as well as the Hydra networks she was connected to—and was glad for the man to finally be leaving the building.

She sped towards the building although she was a decent distance away, having been riding on the freeways around DC to pass the time. He called Maria Hill, his second in command and told her he wanted her to come to DC for a deep dark mission. As he ended the phone call, Anya saw the go ahead on the Hydra networks. She pushed the bike faster, weaving through traffic.

She heard the shooting as she neared a fairly secluded part of town and took a nearby alleyway to watch and assist from a distance. She watched as the 'officers' pulled a battering ram out of the one SWAT truck and started using it against the driver's window. Fury backed away from the window as it hit, but the window held strong.

Anya took the opportunity to pull out the pieces of her rifle that were hidden throughout the bike and assemble it, being sure to include the strap so she could chase them quickly if she needed too. She aimed her gun at the officers further away from the vehicle—closer to her—and waited for Fury to make a move.

Before the battering ram could break through his window, a machine gun popped up inside Fury's car. He started firing through the glass immediately. Only a few milliseconds later, Anya was firing on the Hydra members closest to her, taking down six before Fury accelerated away.

She cursed under her breath and spun the rifle to her back before taking off after him. She had trouble following the carnage covering the streets on her bike, so she moved to the sidewalks to keep up. They Hydra agents were taking out civilians left and right, ramming them out of the way to chase after Fury. She mentally groused at the sloppiness and carelessness of it all.

Fury had done well getting rid of most of the cars chasing him, only two were left and trying to box him in as they accelerated toward an intersection. Fury slammed on the brakes and the two cars continued their forward momentum, driving directly in front of a rental truck. Fury drifted his large vehicle around the corner and past them.

Anya took the turn quickly, attempting to drift her bike. The turn, however, was too sharp and she was going too fast, the result was her bike laying on the ground and sliding across the street with her leg between it and the pavement. She screamed in pain and let the bike go. It slid from between her legs, her body stopping well before the bike. It hit a car parked on the side of the road and she laid there for a second, taking in the pain, before getting up and hobbling over to her bike.

The leather on the side of her left leg was majorly damaged and she imagined the skin underneath it didn't look much better. Her leg felt as if it was broken, but there wasn't enough time to worry about it. Fury's safety was her mission now and if she didn't get moving, she was sure she would fail.

As Anya pulled her bike from underneath the parked car and lifted it, there was an explosion down the street. She looked and saw Fury's SUV sliding on its roof, smoke pouring from its chassis where she assumed it had been hit with some sort of explosive. The Winter Soldier was standing in the street watching the vehicle slide on its roof before he began to saunter toward it. Anya lifted her gun, aimed, and as her heart felt like it was about to explode in her chest, she pulled the trigger.

The gun clicked, its chamber empty and the clip needing to be reloaded.

She sighed heavily and grunted as she got on her bike. Anya accelerated towards the Winter Soldier. She held her gun out and hit him in the back of the knee as she passed. The impact caused her to lose her gun and she hit the brakes, turning to face him as she came to a stop. He was kneeling on the ground, and through his googles she suspected he was glaring at her. She got off her bike and stood between him and Fury.

He stood slowly, surprised that someone would dare to get between him and his target. The woman slowly got off the bike, two decently sized blades in her hands, and he began to charge at her. She threw one into the ground in front of him. He stopped looking between the dark colored blade and the woman in the catsuit.

Anya's head turned toward the SUV ever so slightly as she heard Fury begin using something that was making a loud grinding noise. She focused on the Winter Soldier again and manifested three small knives in her free hand. She hoped whatever Fury was doing, he did it quickly.

The Winter Soldier took a step toward her, and she did the same, throwing the knives at him quickly. He lifted his metal arm, blocking the blades. He began to run at her pulling out a knife of his own. She stood in place, only bracing for him to attack her as she summoned another blade.

He attacked her quickly and she pushed back, but he noticed she was keeping her feet planted to the ground. He swung at her again, causing her to step back, but as she did, she nearly fell to the ground and leaving her chest completely open. He hit her—his open palm directly to her sternum—with his left hand. She flew back, her body connecting hard with the SUV behind her and as she slumped to the ground there was a massive dent the size of her body in the side of armored vehicle.

Anya took a moment as she laid on the ground in pain to look into Fury's SUV. He wasn't in there anymore, and there was a hole that led down toward the sewers she imagined. She coughed as she moved and felt the blood coming up. She tried to roll to her stomach as she held the blood back as much as possible. She stood slowly, trying to ignore the pain and get away. She was barely upright when the Winter Soldier grabbed her by her neck and pushed her into the SUV once again. She cried out in pain as her back hit the vehicle. The man's other hand went to her helmet and he removed the chin strap before yanking the helmet off.

Anya's braided hair fell over her shoulder and winced at the daylight. The Winter Soldier stared at her, taking in her abnormally pale features and the blood running from her nose and corners of her mouth. His breath hitched for a moment as a strange feeling of panic nearly overcame him. His grip on her neck tightened instinctually as his panic turned to rage and let out a feral yell. She gasped for air as his hand tightened and immediately, he let her go, instead slamming his hands beside her.

"Why?" he asked in Russian and his grip on her loosened. She attempted to respond but the intake of breath caused her to start coughing. She bent forward as she coughed and the blood that came up from her probably punctured lungs landed on his chest instead of his face. He moved his arms to stand her upright and she leaned against them instantly, taking weight off her own leg.

"He's," she wheezed as she looked into his goggles, "mine." His arms dropped away from her. Anya put pressure on her leg again, but it wasn't prepared for the sudden shift, and it collapsed beneath her, causing her to fall to the ground. She gasped in pain as she landed hard on her left side.

"Stay down," he said kneeling in front of her. She looked at him with a glare before she grabbed her helmet from him. She hastily put it on before she took a breath and stood once more, trying to ignore the pain.

"Why are you so stubborn," he said, standing with her. She glared at him, then realized he couldn't see it through her visor and turned back to her bike. She limped toward the motorcycle and as she approached she put her hands on the handle bars. She took several deep breaths trying to prepare herself for the pain that was about to come from mounting her bike.

The Winter Soldier watched her walk and took a quick once over of her and her bike. The left side of her helmet and leathers were majorly damaged. He stepped toward her bike and looked around her, realizing the left side of it was missing a ton of paint and pretty damaged as well. He grumbled as she gripped the motorcycle handles. She was clearly in a lot of pain, he realized, first from dumping her motorcycle, then from being hit by him. He walked over to her and took her hands from the handlebars.

"I have to clean up another one of your messes," he whispered to her as he lifted her gently with his metal arm beneath her knees and his other arm against her back. He set her on her bike and took his metal arm away from her. Before he fully pulled away, he removed his goggles and lifted her visor to look him in the eyes. It felt like he was staring directly into her soul—and he seemed incredibly angry at her.

"Do not try to stop me again. Next time I may kill you."

"Ah," she said with a rough laugh that turned into a pained cough. She looked down as she caught her breath. His eyes looked over her in concern. She looked up to him—momentarily caught off guard by the look on his face—but she continued on, her voice weak, "do you promise?"

His eyes narrowed at her, and he slapped her visor closed before he walked away. She watched him for a moment before she turned over the engine on her motorcycle. She leaned forward, groaning as she did so.

She felt her body trying to heal itself already and she knew she had limited riding time before the pain would be unbearable. She took off with the goal to get as far as she could, as fast as she could. And once the worst of the healing was done in an hour or so, then it would be time to find Fury again.

The Winter Soldier watched Anya leave then looked to his metal hand. She had taken a full-blown hit from him and was severely hurt, but she wasn't dead—which for some reason, he caught himself thinking, was a miracle. He put his goggles back on before leaving the scene. As he left, though, he walked by the larger blade she had thrown at him and picked it up.

Her size, for better or worse, was committed to his memory. There was no way she could have hidden blades of that size on her person. He took it with him as he left. He would think more on it later, but for now he had to find Fury and kill the target before he accidentally killed her in the process.