Okay, so let's think this whole thing through.

Positives of unleashing my grief and anger on a small Hydra base in the middle of Nowhere in Particular Alaska. Number 1, by blowing it to smithereens gets rid of all the known Hydra bases. Number 2, I get to be as violent as I want.

"That's a negative."

I shoot my gun, "Shut it Hydration Freak number 23, I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to them." As well, there's the whole thing of 'you're a hero' at the end of this, with discounts and fame and all that Jazz. Don't get me wrong, it's nice to be a hero.

"But it's even better to be a hero beside your best friends!" I throw a grenade into the now silent building. I begin to sprint a safe distance away from the base as it explodes into a fiery pit of my despair. I am thrown into a snow bank as the wind from the explosion hits my back. Carefully I get up, and sling my bag over my shoulder.

I watch the flames as I consider my actions, and the fights that came with them. Getting into the base was easy, shot the guards and climbed over the chain fence to the other side. The difficult part came from the assassins and agents inside. Let me tell you, you have not had the fight of your life until you have to fight some Russian assassin. The one left me with at least a few broken ribs, while another gave me another concussion. You could say I took a beating inside. However, the tables turned once I pulled my claws out. I'll leave what happened to you readers, but this wasn't a war.

No, it was a massacre.

I start walking. The fresh snow crunches under my boots as I saunter.

'Do you think we overreacted?' Box asks me, it's voice quivering.

"What do you mean?"

'Like, think. Do you think Steve and Bucky would've wanted us to react to their deaths like that? We just caused a bloodbath.'

I stop, "I don't know. I don't...know. Oh God, what the fondue have I done?" Did I mess up? Yes, yes I did. "What should I do?! Should I try to contact Lex o-or Peggy?"

'No, don't do that. We're on our own here kid. Let's trek back to Calgary; there's gotta be Victor, or someone who can help us.'

"But why can't we contact Lex or Howard or Peggy?"

'Too dangerous, plus we technically have like...23 confirmed kills at least. They'll be the ones after us. Our best bet is running.'

I don't want to run, but if I can find Victor, he can help me. With a sigh, I adjust my bag, and jog against the cold winds. April 19, 1945. I am 149 years old, and on the run.

-Timeskip cause I'm lazy-

"Welcome to Calgary miss," a man greets me and holds out his hand. "Where are you originally from?"

"Thank you, I'm originally from Cochrane," I say as I shake his hand. He looks at his watch. I begin to walk away; however, he grabs my upper arm and forces me to walk with him.

"You're a mutant. You can heal and have reduced aging with extra bone creating retractable claws. I need you to come with me."

"What the- first off, who the heck are you, and how do you know me?" That's the best I can come up with? Wow I am pathetic and cliché, holy crap.

"You can call me Professor Thoron, I work at a top-secret government agency that can give you powers you can only dream –"

I roll my arm out of his grip, "Thanks for the invitation, but I have to refuse. I'm looking for someone named-" Someone grabs my shoulder and I turn around. I smirk immediately.

"Hi Victor. Long times no see, anyways, I was just telling Lex Luthor over there to leave me alone."

"It's alright Raven, I know him, go with him. You'll be fine, he's undertaking an experiment where he records different mutations. Sleep well."

"Wha-" I begin, but I've got no time, I feel a pinch in my neck as my whole body turns cold and freezes. Faster than a hydration agent, I collapse to the pavement.