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Chapter Quote:
"You're my mission!"
~The Winter Soldier in Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Chapter 3

Bucky

"I'm with you 'til the end of the line."

"How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you."

"Jerk."

"I had him on the ropes."

"I thought you were dead."

"I joined the army."

"There are men laying down their lives. I got no right to do any less than them."

"It's me. It's Steve."

Snippets of memories that came back to me when reading not only my board at the Smithsonian, but Steve's too. It was difficult to believe I was born in 1917. That made me well over eighty years old. It made no sense. How was I still alive and how did I look like a twenty year old?

HYDRA.

My old leaders.

Something they'd done to me made me the way I am. Now if only I could remember what.

I moved around to the part of the exhibit that displayed the outfits worn by Captain America and his Howling Commandos. The center piece, meant to be for the Captain, was empty. Rumor was that he'd taken it for his last battle, his battle against the helicarriers.

And me.

On the right of the empty mannequin was my outfit. It was dark blue, and it looked warm. That was probably since a lot of the missions we did was in the mountains and in winter. European winters in the eastern bloc could be brutal depending on where you were there. Russia in particular.

I moved on from that exhibit to one that talked about a man named Arnim Zola. I knew this name, but from where, I didn't know. I couldn't place it yet. It would come to me at some point. Maybe. I wasn't sure how this whole memory thing was working. I remembered the things that were polar opposites of each other. Naturally, Steve was my first memory. My apparent friendship with him; according to all the information I was reading, he and I had been much more than just "friends." We'd been practically brothers. And these memories I was regaining were the first part of the spectrum. On the other hand were certain blips and clips of people I must've worked with during my time with HYDRA. In particular, a blonde girl. I had no memories of her face, just her voice, and a certain feeling that she was the kindest person I'd crossed paths with since my transformation into the Winter Soldier. I was determined to find out who she was.

I was determined to remember everything.

Annabeth

Shorts and a tank top were in order for the day. It was hot outside. I'd just finished getting dressed and putting on makeup when the doorbell rang. Neither I nor my parents were expecting visitors that day, so I assumed it was UPS or FedEx. I went downstairs and opened the door. Two men in suits stood there. They looked like the government, and I was on my guard. Just because my dad worked for the CIA didn't mean I trusted our government all that much because I believed HYDRA had somehow infiltrated them. Don't ask me why. I just did. My parents didn't understand my paranoia about that stuff, but I'd read too much on the organization in books and on the internet that led me to believe they were still around and working in the background.

"May I help you?" I asked cautiously.

"Yes, are you Annabeth Drew?" One of the men asked. He was the shorter one, but better looking than the other. He was very tan, had black hair, and a strong jawline. Handsome, but not my type. His companion could've passed as Sasquatch he was so tall. Maybe a gorilla on steroids…

"Depends on who's asking," I said.

"My name is Brock Rumlow; this is Neil Jouster. We're S.H.I. . agents. Have you heard of us?"

"I've heard of the organization, but not of you two specifically. I'd like to see some ID," I told them firmly, hinting quite blatantly that they didn't have a choice in the matter. But it was no problem. They pulled their badges out of their pockets and let me have a good look. They were definitely legitimate badges. I sighed and allowed them to come in. I shouted for my parents who were in our basement. The two of them came up quickly. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents introduced themselves.

"May I ask why you're here?" My father inquired.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. keeps track of all the bright, exceptional minds across the United States based off of test scores, GPA, and the likes. It seems your daughter has been on the top of their watch list. She's fluent in French, has above a four-point-o GPA, has been interning at the hospital where you work at Mrs. Drew, and has exceptional skills in computer technology," Agent Rumlow explained.

"So you're recruiting me?"

"Yes, in a manner of speaking. We're offering you a paid internship plus free education in the area of your choice. S.H.I.E.L.D. trains the best surgeons, nurses, doctors, and technicians in the world. And your salary would not be on the low side. You would start out with a handsome salary of around fifteen hundred a week since your education would be half your work, I say it's a pretty sweet deal. You're one of five students in the country that are getting this offer. Are you interested?"

I was most certainly interested, but there was some sort of drawback here, and I wanted to know what it was. I had a fantastic spot at Rice University in their medical school, but this was a paying internship plus an education. How many people get a chance like this?

"What's the drawback to this?"

"The only drawbacks I can think of is you would have to reject your acceptance to Rice and come live in D.C. Certainly not as hot there as it is here."

"How long do I have to decide?" I queried.

"You have three weeks. Will that work?" Rumlow asked. I hesitated before nodding. "Good. It was a pleasure meeting you Miss Drew, and I hope I will see you working for S.H.I.E.L.D. in the future. Mr. Drew, Mrs. Drew, pleasure to meet you. Have a good day."

Rumlow left, leaving me and my parents alone. I looked at them, knowing we were going to have a long discussion ahead of us.

Two weeks later…

Sure enough, our discussion lasted a very long time. My parents and I talked every day about it, but it took two weeks for us to actually decide on whether or not I should go to work for S.H.I.E.L.D. It'd been quite the heated argument between my parents. My mom was against me going to work for them. My dad was for it, saying it was a rare occurrence that the organization recruited people. I'd been stuck in the middle, but I leaned towards working for them. I pretty much was getting paid to study, to get educated. But I was so wary of government organizations…

I knew I'd probably regret accepting the offer at some point in my life but at the same time, I might never get another offer like this…

I accepted it. When I contacted Rumlow again, he sounded rather excited I'd done so.

"Great!" he exclaimed. "I'll contact my boss and let him know you accepted. "He'll want to talk to you personally. He'll give you all the information you need, accommodations, what you should bring, what you'll be doing, and the works. He'll contact you soon. Congratulations Miss Drew. You're now a worker of S.H.I.E.L.D."

The sound of it made me smile. I was starting to become rather proud that I'd been recruited by them. I thanked him and hung up. A couple days later, I received a call from a man named Alexander Pierce. He was surprisingly pleasant considering he was the Secretary of Defense. Why he was the one to call me was beyond my comprehension, but I figured he was the one overseeing all the new recruits. He told me that I was to move from Texas to D.C. next week, but that it was up to me to find my own place, although that wasn't hard. My parents had started looking the moment we decided I was going. Pierce further explained he would get my textbooks and introduce me to my instructors when I got there. Needless to say, I was by now ecstatic and couldn't wait for my move. I only had to wait one week but it felt like time stood still and that one day was one month.

When I arrived at Dulles, my parents and I were greeted at baggage claim by Agent Rumlow and Agent Jouster. They gave me firm handshakes and told me there was an SUV waiting for us outside once my bags arrived. My parents were only staying a couple days to help me get settled in so they just brought carry-on bags. I, on the other hand, had three massive suitcases. I refused to let anyone help me get them off the baggage carousel although I did allow Rumlow and Jouster to take one suitcase each to the car for me. I don't have enough hands to roll all three. We loaded everything and everyone into the car and directed the driver to my new flat. It was located only a few miles from S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, an easy walking distance. It was 1800 square feet with two bedrooms, two and a half baths, a nice kitchen, and was pet friendly! Not that I was planning on having a cat or dog any time soon but just in case I did, it was nice to live in a pet friendly environment. The flat was located in a relatively safe part of D.C. much to my mother's relief. Being an only child, she always worried about me. Settling into my flat didn't take long, and two day later, my parents left and I was heading to my first day at S.H.I.E.L.D.

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