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"What did you say?" Bucky barely spoke, confusion flecked across his muddied face. His gaze rested on the foreigner, his jaw tight and his body rigid.

The alien woman tilted her head, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth,"I said, I think I'm a bit lost." It was almost like she spoke the words with pleasure, as if she enjoyed their disbelief.

The room was silent. One could hear the slight shifting movement of feet on the muddied floor, and the medics were still curled up in tiny balls. Bucky was unsure of how to… respond. Lost? How do you get lost in the Kasserine Pass in the middle of a war? And, she had… a gun that was unlike anything he's ever seen. It was a silver metallic, with a long sheath and tiny barrel, and looked out of place.

The figurine laughed in amusement as her bright eyes searched Bucky's distorted expression, "What, cat got your- "

And then, the woman suddenly winced in pain. Her body doubled over, and her palms smashed into the medics table. The table nearly collapsed under the pressure she put on the gurney, and Bucky flinched at the rapid movement. His breath was tight in his chest as he watched the woman with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

She clutched the silver gun in her hand, her teeth baring as she seethed in what seemed like a silent agony. Her blue eyes were tightly sealed, crinkles lining the edges. Her neck's veins protruded out of the milky skin, her breath labored.

Bucky's eyes widened greatly as he exchanged a quick look with his friend. Neither wanted to move. Neither… wanted to approach her. Bucky figured it was those injuries the doctor had spoken about finally taking a toll on her form. How in the world was she still standing with her skin melted off underneath that black suit? How in the world was she… talking, let alone breathing?

The woman's torso then collapsed forward onto the gurney. She her chest rapidly rose and fell, her long brown locks shielding her face as she leaned on the table using her forearms. She focused on herself, trying to quiet the flares that ran along her back, legs, and stomach. It was like gashing wounds openly bleeding, and then reconstructing because of The Stone, and then bleeding again. It was as if her body couldn't chose where it wanted to be in time and space. Silence.

But, a voice still managed to speak through the dead air.

"Who are you?"

"What?" The figure looked up through the spaces in her hair. Her voice was raspy, pained.

Bucky's jaw tightened as he carefully stood,"I asked who you were."

"You got… guts, kid," she dryly replied. She inhaled another deep breath before using her strength to stand again. She propped herself up onto her hands, leaning forward for support. She coldly looked at him right in the eyes. "My name is Agent S."

Bucky licked his dry lips, shifting slightly,"Where are you from, why are you hurt, and where is that gun from?"

Agent S sourly laughed,"You with the questions. At least take me on a date first."

Tim, who had been silently sitting next to Bucky, chose to stand as well. His arms motioned for the medics to leave quickly. As soon as the order came, the medics scurried out of the room. Agent S' eyes watched them as they did, almost snorting at the pathetic attempt for their lives.

"Where are you from?" Bucky repeated.

"America."

Tim scoffed,"Impossible."

"Is it?"

Bucky raised a hand to quiet Tim's sole refute, casting his gaze over to his friend. If they were going to get any information out of this woman, it could not be on hostile terms. Bucky shook his head,"Doesn't matter, Agent S."

The name was thick on his mouth. He hated saying it. It sounded… dark.

"Then tell me, what does matter, Barnes?" Agent S cooly replied, her gaze falling on Bucky's name tag.

"That you're here to do justice for our country."

Agent S glared at Bucky,"Justice? Boy oh boy, if you knew where I came from, we could use more men like you. Justice."

Her breathing was still deep, as if she was feigning such a tough attitude. But, even so, Bucky was nervous. She was like a wounded wolf, and while she might appear weak, she was ready to snap at any moment.

"I don't understand," Bucky spoke.

"You can't."

Tim nearly growled as he lurched forward,"Would you stop it with these damn metaphors!"

Agent S licked her lips,"Why would I take away the mystery?"

Tim took another step, and one too close to the foreigner,"Because-"

And then the gun was in the air. Agent S, using the table, lifted the gun up squarely to Tim's forehead. The room's air was thick as she sneered,"Don't insult me."

The medic area stilled again, and Bucky felt his heart race in his chest. This woman was about to kill Tim. Tim did not move, but his eyes were wide with fear. He barely saw her move to her offensive stance. Bucky instinctively took a step forward. He pleaded,"Please put the gun down."

The figurine's gaze never moved from Tim's face,"Please stop pissing me the fuck off. I really don't have the energy for this."

"Please," Bucky spoke again, with a little more force.

He saw her swallow thickly, before something rather odd happened. She brought her weapon down, but swung the gun around her pointer finger. It then, was gone. The gun disappeared out of the thin air as it if had evaporated. Bucky could've sworn he faintly saw a trace of blue lighting appear on her hand and forearm. But the gun simply vanished, like magic. Tim and Bucky watched in disbelief as Agent S once more returned to using the table to stand.

"You guys are funny," She spoke bitterly, her vision shifting to Bucky now.

A smirk pulled across her lips finally. Her gaze rested on Bucky, as if sucking in the sight of him and the small flecks of fear that sprinkled across his expression. However, it didn't last long. Agent S violently gripped the table as another shooting wave of pain tore through her body. She buckled in pain, her nose crinkling and a slight gasp escaped her lips. Tim and Bucky simply stood there, attempting to keep their ground firm.

Agent S cursed under her breath, before weakly looking up to the two men. She watched them silently for a moment, as if judging them,"I'm not going to kill you."

"Well, at least that's out of the way," Tim replied coldly, almost sneering.

But, her next words had them both stunned in disbelief,"I'm going to kill Hitler."

He messed up. They messed up.

Agent S was dead.

Oh god, she was dead. And there was no way to bring her back. Dean's blue eyes watered ever so slightly, his fingers pulling out his brown locks as he stared up at the monitors. Where did it go wrong? Where did their perfect algorithm go wrong?

It was Essie's program, and she never made a mistake. She was too smart for her own good for this to happen.

Dean bit back on his lip, shaking his head in disbelief as he attempted to fight back the realization that his best friend just committed suicide. His chest heaved, his vision blurred, and his fists suddenly slammed into the keyboard so hard that all the monitors shook in front of him.

"Essie," Dean faintly whispered, clutching his head.

"Hitler?" Tim spat after a long, pregnant pause sucked the life out of the room. Agent S simply grinned,"Yup. Hitler."

"And how do you plan on killing Hitler?" Tim mocked, shaking his head. This woman spoke of tale and lies. Mostly, she was dangerous, like a lion let out of a cage and ready to kill. Anything could trigger her anger, anything. And anyone could die right now in these next moments. But, Tim still wanted to milk her of all the information he could get.

"Well," Agent S spoke,"not in this condition. But eventually, I'll kill him like every other sick bastard I've killed." Her eyes almost grew a shade darker. "I need to… recover from my journey here, and then he's a dead man."

Bucky frowned,"He's the most heavily guarded man in the world."

Agent S snickered,"I wish that meant something to me."

What? Guards weren't a factor to her? Missiles and men and guns? Did that not mean… anything to her?

The wounds she has are not from any sort of bullet.

The doctor's words rang in his head from earlier.

Blood is pooling all over and it's not from bullets— despite your testimony.

And then he remembered from the Kasserine Pass.

Something told him; however, that the blue light and the fact that the girl hadn't fallen over, meant that she was still alive even after 100 or so direct hits from the German side.

Who was this woman? Bucky pursed his lips tightly, his jaw locking in place as he carefully studied the struggling figure. She saved his life in return for him saving hers. She used her body as a human shield back there and she was still alive. And even so, the bullets were not the cause for her current weakness. Was she really that strong? Was she… not human?

She wanted to kill the most deadly man in the world.

"Let us heal you," Bucky said aloud.

"What?" Tim retorted, watching his friend as if he were mad. Bucky's expression hardened.

"Listen, if she says she can kill Hitler, let her fucking kill that bastard and end this war. Then we can go home. None of us can get an eye on him, and despite the fact that we know very little about this woman, even a single shot at him is better than nothing," Bucky explained to Tim. His eyes grew slightly wider as for a moment,"Lets knock down the big bully so no more little guys get hurt."

Agent S could've sworn she saw something cross Bucky's expression that was gone as soon as it came. "I accept."

Colonel Chester Philips had quite a headache and more paperwork than he could manage. Piles and piles of sheets for the injured, dead, and everything in between. It was more than enough that they had a standoff at the Kasserine Pass, but even then, his troops had come back with a… creature of sorts. Bucky Barnes, a trustworthy soldier, had approached him moments upon returning. He spoke to Colonel Philips and several other officials, explaining the situation, and reporting back what happened after the woman came to the camp site.

Colonel Philips was the one who ordered the figure into immediate care on first arrival, hoping she was a nazi spy that they could torture for information once she woke up. But, it appears that it all had changed, and ironically, it intrigued him. This was an odd occurrence, and many strange things were about to happen very quickly.

The world was about to change.

The Super Soldier plan was going underway, and candidates were being shifted through. They had not found a candidate yet. The formula was perfected by Stark, and everything was set to go. They were going to revolutionize the war.

However, when Bucky claimed that the mysterious woman found took several bullets to the back, and the even newer claim that she materialized a gun out of thin air, he knew she was needed on their side. If they let her go, she might be a threat. She had qualities that… they desired. She was… a super soldier. But what kind?

Perhaps she was a nazi spy, and was only to be activated on a certain code word? Maybe she was from the future, or even was an alien. Of course, that was all ridiculous, but Philips couldn't help but be amazed by possibility. He didn't have room for fuck ups in this war, but when he saw Bucky Barnes and heard out his rationale, he simply agreed. It'd make sense to throw someone who is eager and willing into the war, someone who wasn't really 'american', and would give him another body to work with. The entire war was numbers, after all.

It took 5 hours to bandage Agent S' wounds. Bucky ordered the medics to return to the shack, and Agent S had promised they'd probably have all 10 fingers when they were done helping her. Bucky shook his head and waited in the room, ensuring that she was to keep her temper and to have a somewhat familiar face nearby incase she decided to go all blue and stuff.

The worst park though was when they began to peel the black suit away from her skin. Bucky's eyes had widened. Pink and puffy flesh wounds covered 75% of her skin. The wounds trailed up to her neck, and some lacerations were on her forehead and cheekbone. Bruises were covering what skin was not gaping open. Some of the gashes were yellowing and browning from infections. Others, were red and fresh, puffed up and swollen. The doctors told her that if they covered her wounds like this, they'd be sealing in the infection because they simply didn't have the supplies to treat her. Agent S told them she just needed to stop bleeding, and that everything else will work out, like she knew she'd be okay.

He sat through her screaming, cursing, and painful biting of the sheets below her on the gurney. Sweat beaded off her head and her skin color was deathly pale. It seemed she was doing everything she could to behave and they cleaned her wounds with rudimentary alcohol and wrapped them. It was all they could do, really.

Bucky rested in a seat nearby, his elbows on his knees. Agent S was bandaged up thoroughly, and in a lot of pain. She was curled up on the table, just trying to keep herself together. She faced away from him, and he could only imagine what she was going through. He watched her carefully as she attempting to stop her shaking.

It was almost pitiful.

Bucky watched the resting woman before him. Questions plagued his mind, and his curiosity grew. Where the hell did she get that hurt? Did she decide to jump into a vat of poison, or did she shove an active grenade into her noir suit? The bleeding was ridiculous, and the wounds were that of which Bucky had never seen. But then she had to have had these injuries before she was found by Bucky in the Kasserine Pass. And if that was the case... how did she make it in there and still manage to sustain bullets?

"How did you do it?" he spoke aloud.

"Mm?"

"The bullets. How did you stop those bullets?"

Agent S slowly flipped her body over, facing the soldier that was sitting in the room with her. He had been there the entire time, and for some reason, his gaze was calming in this world of hatred. But she was confused- he saw it etched on her face.

"Bullets?"

Bucky frowned, shutting his eyes for a moment. He took a beat to himself before his vision flickered back to the woman. "When I found you, you were in the middle of a standoff. I went to grab you, but then you blocked bullets from the enemies line of fire and they hit you. You're still alive."

Agent S' features darkened and her face hardened. She gripped the sheets below her, wincing a bit as she lowly answered,"Stop talking."

"So? Does that mean you can't get hurt?"

Agent S didn't respond immediately, taking the time to think.

"I'm hurt now," she stated blankly.

But then she weakly shook her head,"It doesn't matter to learn about me." The soldier cocked his head slightly when Agent S spoke again. Her crystal eyes locked onto Bucky's as she practically growled,"The less you know, the less damage I'll do."

Bucky rain his fingers through his longer locks, chuckling slightly,"Even after we help you, you don't help us, do you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I don't have to tell you, Barnes," Agent S dismissed,"Before you know it, you'll never have to see me again."

Bucky unconsciously licked his lips one more time, his tired eyes watching the girl. What a character. "Interesting," he mused to himself, rocking back into his chair, clasping his hands on his lap. She really wasn't going to tell him anything.

Perhaps he should just let it go. Perhaps, he should let those bright, electric blue orbs disappear into the recesses of his mind to where he forgets things. Perhaps, just perhaps, he should let this mysterious figure disappear as she said she would.

But for some reason, after hearing her scream in agony despite attempting to be so strong, she didn't seem that foreign. She was tough, even though she was beaten down. She fought to breathe, to stand, to protect. In fact, to Bucky, she even felt… familiar.

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