Lights flickered weakly in dying intervals, casting the area in weak yellow beams in between the flashing red strobs from the emergency decon along the rusting hallways. Ceiling panels hung down with wires coiling out of some. The scent of mildew stagnanted the air from puddles along the dirty floors, dripping loudly from the roof. An alarm was still weakly calling, no more than a slight whisper, from the evacuation called on some time ago. Deep within the bunker everything had been left where it lay. Files, possessions of personal and professional life, weapons, all left to rot away down within the depths of the earth. Left behind to remain and be untouched by man again. That is, until the soft crunch of debris under boot could be heard.

A heavily armed troupe of Strike members stalked cautiously down those halls. Lights beaming out brightly like a miniature spotlights from the barrel of rifles. This wasn't the only group down in these maze like halls, two other teams had branched out already towards the south and east. But they would find nothing of vital importance. Not like these men. Calmly and methodically they swept every room they came to until their journey opened up into one great room. It was here, at the end of their hall, they found something.

While the other rooms they searched were living courters of a more homely variety, this one held no such thing. It was divided by a glass wall straight down the center, the other side pitch black. The half they stood in looked to be reminiscent of a surgical room. A metal table sat to one wall tucked into a corner, thick cuffs of leather and metal restraints dangling off it. The table itself sat along a platform of sorts, bleacher like seating at the foot of it built into the corner of the wall. Monitors hung around the metal walls, control panels under them.

"What the fuck is this place..."

It was the first spoken word in this room in quite some time and enough to jolt the team from their perusing. No one answered the man, not that he had been expecting one. There wasn't a word befitting to name this room. It stunk of death, worse here than any other room in this place.

"Whats behind the glass?"

That seemed to rally them towards one goal again. They turned towards it with extreme caution and curiosity. It was then they noticed the three rows of breathing holes symmetrically punched halfway up the glass maybe a quarter sized all the way across. Deep gashes and slashes littered in from the inside enough that it nearly would've made it impossible to see through with real lighting. Their gun lights caused a glare too harsh to see beyond it into the room.

It was one that stepped forward, either brave or stupid enough to get a closer look. A collective breath was held in anticipation. He slowly leaned forward, squinting slightly. The room seeming to pause, even the drops of stagnant water from the ceiling held off their drop to the ground for this moment.

"Theres...nothing there?"

Exhales could lightly be heard.

"Maybe they took whatever was there with them?"

"Who knows. Call in the all clear."

No sooner had those words had been spoken did the man near the glass turn to walk away when something slammed into the glass. Guns trained, lights blinding, gasps of horror and disgust filled the air. Because what they saw took their breath.

There half sprawled and pressed into the glass was a person. Their naked body on display though no one looked on with lust. No, this being was skin and bones, their harsh breathing fogging the scarred glass. It wasn't so much their bodily state that jarred the team. It was the eyes of this person. The pupil was nothing but a slit of black in a field of neon green, no white to be seen. Their harsh light gave the reflective quality of that of a animal in the headlights of a car at night.

"Get the Director on the line, now."

Six Months Later

It was an early morning at the Avenger Tower, much like most mornings honestly. Between the seven people living there, despite all having their own floors of the tower to themselves, they tended to group at the very top together for most of the day. Some being more early risers than others. Steve, Natasha, Bruce and Bucky being the first few up. Leaving Tony, Clint and Thor the late bloomers of their mornings. Though in the latter's case, more like afternoon, if Tony even slept.

It was on a morning where everyone was collectively awake, some more than others, and gathered in their top floor common room that JARVIS had an announcement.

"Sir, Director Fury is demanding entry via landing pad."

"Tell him access denied. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars!"

Thor's brow furrowed. "You would give him currency for making use of your hel-pad?"

"Okay first off, Hamlet, it's Heli-pad. And second, the money thing was from monopoly- the board game."

"I do not understand."

"Of course you don't, Point Break."

JARVIS cut in once more.

"Sir, Director Fury has told me to tell you 'Too damn bad, Stark. Get everyone together.' I do apologize, Sir."

Tony Stark tsked loudly in annoyance to the room at large. Though he was happy he didn't have to call up anyone since they were already here sprawled on his couches like animals.

"Nat, what's Fury want?"

The redhead, currently sitting on the arm of the couch, only shrugged with a blank expression. Clint, who sat beside her on said couch spoke up.

"How should we know? He doesn't tell us shit."

"Language."

"Of course I don't tell you shit. You no longer work for me. Hince why I don't tell you shit."

"Director Fury, Sir."

"I see that JARVIS."

Fury walked around until he stood before the couches, Stark moving forward to stand behind the one housing Thor and Steve.

"What can we do for you, Director?"

The one eyed man glanced to Steve before sweeping the room for the one he really came to see. Steve straightened slightly, frowning as he took note of Fury's gaze resting on Bucky. He had just walked into the room sipping from a coffee mug, his eyes locked on Fury.

"SHIELD has been finding and searching old Hydra bases since their demise.-" Steve tensed, Fury not taking his eye off Bucky who only continued drinking his coffee with a blank look. "And at the last one, like every other one before that, it was partially empty."

The room paused, studying that statement before the red headed assassin spoke up.

"Partially?"

The dark skinned man nodded once to her though still locked in a staring contest with Buck. Clint sat forward, head tilted lightly.

"What do you mean? Was something there?"

Bucky still said nothing, waiting on the shoe to drop on whatever dramatics Fury was doing.

"Not something. Someone."

There it was. The shoe dropped and silence reigned over the room holding everyone captive. Even Buck, for all his stoic glory, for once wasn't just reaming quiet to avoid speaking he was legitimately speechless.

"Quit beating around the bush and spit it out, cyclops." Leave it to Tony Stark to be the ice breaker.

"We found an S-Class mutation."

Even Tony had no witty comeback to that. Fury continued.

"It had been abandoned there after they evacuated two months before. Left to starve and die is my guess. Though do to part of its mutation it can't exactly die, at least not to our knowledge based off testing done to its tissue and blood samples."

Again, the room was drowning in silence.

"The problem we're having is getting this mutation to behave. To get it out of its cell we had to tranq it with enough sedatives to knock out a herd of elephants. When it woke it was too weak to be much of a threat but as it gained strength we had to move it into Hulks holding cell just to contain it."

That seemed to get at least The Good Captain back to reality.

"So what is it you need from us?"

Fury's hands clasped behind his back as he stood, pleased to have finally gotten their attention. One step closer to getting what it is he wanted.

"Look, we need to get through to it. See if their anything left humanity wise. Which brings me to why I'm here-" His lone eye locked onto Bucky again, making the Sergeant return the look with a glare.

"No."

"Mister Barnes, this thing is from Hydra. You were with them for a long time and by the looks of it so was it. If anything, maybe your presence could get it to at least speak."

Steve was already on his feet, alongside Banner, though for two different reasons.

"You can't be serious-"

"Speak? You said it was a 'thing', are you saying this mutation is a person?"

Everyone looked to Bruce then to Fury. Bucky nearly crushing the mug in his flesh hand, speaking out before Fury could.

"You have a person from Hydra locked in SHIELD headquarters?"

Fury didn't flinch, simply letting out a sigh before pulling out a screen like device and pointing at the flat screen behind him. An image snapped onto the screen. Everyone in the room stared in shock.

"This is the S-Class Mutation. This- This is what I'm asking help with."

There on the screen was seemingly glowing green eyes of the human variety framed by dark long thick lashes. Set on a copper tanned heart shaped face, small yet full lips and a pixie nose. Thick wild yet shaggy black hair which looked harshly and crudely cut to the jawline in length. Again, it was the eyes that took the most attention. They were wide, terrified and brimming with tears.

"She needs help. Now, you gonna help her?"