Shannon and I changed our clothes as we went to the basement of her home as I saw a typical training room. I was impressed, I looked at Shannon she still hadn't gained any weight. I had forgotten she had a condition that you couldn't gain any weight, I couldn't recall what it was called.
"I keep forgetting you're not exactly a normal person."
"Neither are you, but you're as close to normal as I'll ever be. I have to work three, four times harder than you."
"So I take it that the training I taught you isn't helping, is it?"
"Well a bit but I was also reading Aunt Peggy's journals."
"Ah the good old, using your head and your heart right?"
"That's all I can do, I wish I had you as back up."
"So what do they have you doing?"
"Your dream job, I'm in archives now."
"You're a lucky Punk you know that?" I spoke.
Shannon finally laughed a bit, "I wish you could stay longer, you lucky Dork."
"You and me both Shannon, but my next leave isn't until another year or so."
"Dammit!" Shannon yelled as she kicked a sandbag.
"Look I talked to Coulson about an idea of mine."
"Like what?"
"A joint task force of both soldiers and Shield spies."
"What he say?"
"Well he said there already is something in the works."
"He didn't say what did he?"
"No I figured it was classified."
"Make sense."
"Do you still have your old shield you had when we were kids?"
"It broke apart a few years ago back."
"You loved that thing and you didn't care what the boys said teasing you that you couldn't be him."
"It wasn't about the costume and you know that."
"I know," I replied, "To me he represented the best of all humanity and all things good."
"He overcame so much." Shannon said, "Don't you wish there were guys like that still?"
"All the time, I thought you were seeing that Cartier guy?"
"We are friends Melly but I don't think he sees me as a girlfriend."
"So you two hang out but you don't do anything beyond that?"
"Pretty much."
It was after the funeral, when we went to back to her home. "You're going back soon aren't you."
"It's what I do, you know."
"I feel so alone Melly." Shannon cried, as I hug her.
"I do hate funerals too, but all the training it's taught me how to flick the switch off with my emotions." I start, "I'll do my best to be with you, even in spirit. Shannon I'm with you until the end of the line."
"Thanks Melly."
"Yeah well, you needed me it's what I do."
"I'm going to be selling the stuff in my apartment and some stuff here."
"Money problems?"
"Oh no Melly it's not that." Shannon replied, "I'm going to be moving."
"Oh ok, where to?"
"I'll keep you updated ok?"
"I'm glad to hear that."
Six months later my life went three-sixty. My squad and a few others were captured by a unknown extremist group that was helping the Terrorists here... I was the last one the Enemy captured as I defended a whole village by myself as the Villagers escaped... It wasn't easy but I used everything the villages had spare of as I used my head to make traps to slow the enemy down. Then someone knocked me out using the same stealth tricks I was using in the dark, as I felt a cold hard punch that hit much worse than a steel baseball bat to the head... And I had my helmet on.
I woke up to see my squad mates as my head swelled badly. The gang was relieved that I was alive as they told me the camp was occupied but the 10 rings I think maybe. It wasn't long before I was taken into what looked to be a fighting ring as the rest of the soldiers were watching.
"If you win against our champion, you and you men are free." Said a balding man with a monocle on his eye, and a uniform that looked like it was from the Victorian era.
"You missing an epic stash with that steam punk look." I mentioned as I was punched by some chick with straightened red hair.
"Everyone's a critic." She said with some sort of accent... I had a bad feeling about this. I definitely knew she wasn't the Black Widow, this woman's accent sounded German and she was old enough to my one of my Aunts.
"At least I'm honest." I replied as I fought back, but this chick was good, real good. I kept getting up and she was faster than any soldier I knew about... Except for Captain America. This woman's strength gave me that vibe that she had been given a serum to rival his. I relied on my Black Mare mixed martial arts training as I avoided her attacks as I took advantage of each opening I could find.
"Allow me to Introduce myself I am Sinthea Shmidt."
I looked at her in shock, "As in The Red Skull?"
"Not bad deduction Canadian. For I am his daughter."
"Now that's Star Wars Episode 5 twist all right." I muttered with a big gulp as I continued using my Black Mare skills and instincts as I fought against the Daughter of the Red Skull.
"Stay still Frolien!"
"How about Nooo! You Crazy Ass Bitch!" I replied doing my best Dr. Evil impression as I gave her a upper cut... only that I swore her jaw was like punching metal. "Ahhh! Outch."
"That barely hurt, and they said you were the last soldier standing." She Sneered.
I glared at her, "Just you wait and see I can do this all night if I have to."
"Shall we see about that Nightmare."
"Oh so that's what you guys called me eh?"
"She's good." said a Man in the shadows speaking in Russian, "Real good."
"You like her Winter Soldier?" Replied the Bald man as he saw the man with the metal arm came into the light from the shadows.
"She's feisty, passionate, she might be a challenge to convert. She is a Black Mare, I heard she is referred as an Nightmare by the 10 Rings on the battlefield. Only I was able to stop her."
"The Daughter of the Red Skull; Sin will not like like this." said a Middle aged man with a Swiss accent in a lab coat, "She desires you, and because of her father's serum she cannot bear an heir."
"Since when had we abide by her or her Father's orders?" said Stillwell as he entered as he whispered in the Baron's top scientist's ear, "Your grandfather Dr. Arnim Zola didn't tell Sin's Father why not you."
"Then we must keep tabs on this woman."
"Good." Said The Baron, "Find your Grandfather's research Zola, give the girl the serum you replicated that we stole from SHIELD."
"Hail Hydra." said Zola's Grandson as he left the room.
"Soldier keep an eye on our Canadian Guest of Honor. She will be your responsibility."
The Soldier nodded as he continued watching the fight.