Chapter 6

"So, now you know my story." Fiend sighed in self hatred. Before the rest of the neo-Avengers could say anything else, the alarm went off in the Tower, signalling that they were being called. The team dropped the matter temporarily, promising to talk about this more once the current situation was dealt with.

"Suit up, it's Capsicle and his merry band of idiots." Tony told us as he put on his Iron Man mark 47 armour, an untested upgrade from the 46 that got trashed during his adventure in Siberia. The neo-Avengers quickly fled to their different rooms to gather their supplies and weapons, while Hadria stayed and replaced her mask.

"I am truly sorry for what the Winter Soldier did to you," Hadria murmured to Tony when they were left alone.

"Soldiers. There were more than one." Tony told her, looking at her for her reaction. She jumped back as a fire lit in her eyes.

"Soldiers? Блядь!" She exclaimed, sounding Russian for a second there, reminding him of Natasha. "I should have known, I warned them!" She dug her hands into her hair. "It's only been two years! They shouldn't have been able to create any more! That would mean that they were hiding this from me… But I know every one of their hideouts!" She started ranting to herself.

"You know where all their hideouts are? Like, even the top-secret only for the higher ranked people bases?" Tony asked, a plan forming in his mind. Before Hadria could answer, he was calling SHIELD. "Hey Maria, it's Tony. You know how we were talking about just interrogating the Winter Soldier for info on HYDRA? I think we just found a better fountain of information." He told Hill, smirking.

"It may be out of date, it's been two years since I was there." Hadria weakly protested, seeing… something, in his eyes that was completely unlike him. There was a feeling of insanity surrounding him in that moment.

"This will prove that you are really trustworthy." He told her. He looked at her with hard eyes. "If you do this, you'll save thousands of lives. There were so many of them, the other Winter Soldiers. But I don't think that they made another Summer Soldier… yet." He told her. "What if… they come after the Winter Soldier and you again? Do you think you could evade them without us?" Tony asked her, sarcastically. "Especially if I leaked all the footage of you I have? Show everyone your face, hear all your secrets." Tony sneered. She saw the cold glint in his eyes that told her he was being serious. She felt her heart sink. He was like the others, like all the others, he wanted to use her… Just like everyone in this world, she realised.

Tony seemed to realise his mistake but before he could apologize, tears had escaped her eyes and flowed over her mask. She didn't even try to dry her mask and looked at him with dead eyes. She slammed back into the persona of the Summer Soldier in that moment and told him in an emotionless voice. "Understood. Objective shall be fulfilled. More information shall be gathered." She stood up straight and gave away no emotion as she rigidly marched past the rest of the Neo-Avengers standing in the doorway. She was entirely a soldier in that moment, following the directions of her current handler.

There was a range of emotions on the Avengers' faces, T'Challa had rage, Peter horror, Vision confusion, Natasha… Oh, god, Natasha… She looked both vengeful and disappointed. It was terrifying, but Tony couldn't seem to move from his spot. She slowly walked up to Tony, her eyes an ominous green as she stalked over towards him, and slapped Tony.

"You are an idiot, Anthony Edward Stark." Natasha told him before storming towards the jet. Peter followed her, throwing a disappointed glance at Tony before he disappeared too. T'Challa glared before sighing and turning as well. Vision was the last one there now, with Tony.

"From what I can tell, it would appear that you have 'screwed up.'" Vision said after a few minutes. "I believe an apology is in order, though I do not know who should be apologizing to whom." He grabbed Tony's shoulder. "I believe it is time for you to put on your suit, Tony." Vision told him, stepping back so that the armour could engulf Tony. Once the process was finished, they went to meet the others at the hangar with at the jet.

"Okay team, according to the alarm, Captain and his merry band of misfits will be near Somalia right now, trying to 'help,' with the situation going on there. The local authorities had it under control until, unfortunately, that genius," Tony rolled his eyes, obviously meaning Captain America, "Decided that he and his group would 'help' by jumping into stable buildings, making them unstable from the landings, and literally ripping the people out of their homes. He's such a nice guy, isn't he?" Tony summarised sarcastically.

A sharp 'Understood,' was heard right before- Maeve? Fiendfyre? Summer Soldier?- that woman marched onto the ship. The other looked sad as they looked at her, but nodded and walked onto the jet as well. Tony was confused, weren't they all angry at him? But he didn't have time to question this, they closed the hatch and Tony and Vision took to the skies with the jet, flying towards Somalia.

Once they touched down, they were on immediate alert. Their eyes scanned the area before they saw them, the rogues. "Hello, funny to see you guys here." Tony said as his eyes met Steve's. Both sides looked at each other, Steve's team looking warily at the King of Wakanda who was staying on Tony's side, as well as the unknown woman.

"Ya know, Colonel Rhodes probably won't ever be able to walk again, just thought you should know." Natasha said, referring to that time at the airport when Wanda had redirected Vision's attack to shoot Rhodey out of the sky.

"Also, you're trying to 'help,' killed quite a few people, Wanda." Hadria said emotionlessly. "On various occasions." She stiffly turned her head towards the Winter Soldier, who was staring at her, frozen in shock staring at her. "Hello, beloved." She said emotionlessly, making him flinch, remembering back to when he had spoken in that same tone, with the slight Russian accent and all, just like he remembered her. She was still beautiful, standing there in all her glory, even though Bucky couldn't see her face, though he'd never truly seen her face at all. She'd always had some form of mask on, hiding the lower half of her face. He remembered her eyes though, a brilliant and otherworldly green, with fiery red hair slightly wavy when she released it from her severe braid.

Fiend Fyre remained impassive as she stared at the other side, analyzing their threat levels. The entire field listened as she spoke now. She looked at Wanda. "Codename, Scarlet Witch. Legal name, Wanda Maximoff. Supernatural powers; has the ability to summon chaos energies. Curly brown hair, brown eyes that glow red when she summons chaos energies, pale complexion. Current affiliation, Captain America. Killed hundreds over the past few months from being unable to control the chaos energy she summons. Threat level, five out of ten." She spoke in a robotic voice, almost as if she were a computer reading a file.

"I thought you said that you were done with making AIs with bodies, Stark!" Clint yelled out, Captain America nodding in agreement. They remembered what happened to Ultron, and that had been a nightmare to deal with.

Maeve turned towards Clint. "Codename, Hawkeye. Legal Name, Clinton Francis Barton. Supernatural powers, none. Abilities; high accuracy skills. Short, dark Blonde hair, blue eyes, tanned complexion. Current affiliation, Captain America. Endangered several and injured many in the past few months, avoiding his wife and children who are feeling the heat as people start to take notice that his children resemble him quite a lot." She summarised in a robotic tone. "Threat level, three out of ten."

She turned towards Ant Man. "Codename, Ant Man. Legal Name, Scott Lang. Supernatural powers; none. Abilities; able to shrink and grown, as well as communicate with ants with the use of technology. Brown hair, brown eyes, tanned skin. Was convicted in the past due to hacking the systems of an insurance company and stealing money, giving it to the original owners. Currently, his girlfriend, Hope Pym, and her father, Hank Pym, Mr. Lang's benefactor, are ashamed to say that they gave him the tools for this. His ex-wife and her husband are regretting not excommunicating from him, with the bullying that is occurring against his daughter and the hate/ scorn they are receiving from the world. Threat level, four."

Next, it was Falcon's turn. "Codename; Falcon. Legal name; Sam Wilson. Abilities; flight and throwing sheets of metal using technology. Dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, brown skin. Current affiliation, Captain America. Risked his entire career as well as the lives of many recently. Threat level, five because of his intellect."

"Codename; Captain America. Legal Name; Steve Rogers. Abilities, super strength, endurance, metabolism, and resistance. Blonde hair, blue eyes, pale complexion. Current Affiliation, James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes. Would set the world alight if that would bring him closer to WWII though Schmidt is still alive." This shocked the Cap when he heard it, Schmidt was still alive too?! Why was he still alive?!

Maeve took a deep breath before turning towards Bucky. "Winter Soldier, James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes, strength, endurance, resistance, knowledge on many guns and knives. Cerulean eyes, soft, silky, long brown hair, alluringly pale skin." She took a shuddering breath. "Affiliation, Captain America. My beloved, who does not love me." This is when she charged. She started running at Bucky and was already there before Captain America could do anything about it. Tony and the Neo-Avengers had never seen her like this, fighting so… wickedly. Before the Captain could intervene the Neo-Avengers began to attack as well.

"Never loved me." A punch from Maeve, a block from Bucky. Maeve's eyes had glossed over, remembering all the things that HYDRA had told her. She didn't notice the others had started their own fights, with the War Machine closing in to get in on the battle, though they could all hear her through the comms. "Used me." A kick from Bucky, a block from Maeve. "Left me alone." Her voice raised as she backhanded him. "LIED TO ME!" She screamed as she pulled out her katana to hack away at Bucky more ferociously.

"It took a year for it to finally sink in, but two years later and finding out from the television, all the different things you've been doing?! And not trying to contact me once?!" She screamed. By now, the other Avengers, both new and old, had taken notice of their fight. Hadria swiftly slashed with her katana, slashing and hacking fluidly despite her furious state, making her even more deadly. "I spent my two years of freedom not only building identities to fall back on, but searching for any sign of you!" She cried, her voice rising with every word. Bucky jumped back as Hadria aimed her katana for a stab to his abdomen. "I spent months agonising over hurting my friends because they had asked me out, proposing, trying to start things but I would always remember you! And then I hear that maybe, maybe… YOU had been using me this entire time, all because you and that damn flag of a man are in love?! Do you know how much that hurt me?!" She was shaking now, her knuckles going white. By now, it was quite visible that Bucky was tired, bruised and bloody.

However, before they could continue their fight, there was a sharp bout of clapping heard. The Avengers all turned towards the newcomer, and saw someone that scared most of them out of their wits. It was…

Johann Schmidt, the Red Skull.

"Very nice, my beautiful waffe." He said slowly with a thick German accent. "I see you have come far since I last saw you." He drawled as he stared at Hadria. Immediately, she straightened, feet coming together, shoulders up, back and down, chin up and she saluted towards Schmidt.

"Hail HYDRA." She said emotionlessly. She was still looking completely composed, her hair tied back in a severe looking braid, green eyes dull, clothes unruffled as if she hadn't just rampaged on the former Asset. She bowed once Schmidt nodded towards her, wordlessly telling her to stand at ease. She folded her arms behind her and moved her right leg to shoulder width apart.

"Ah, you have done well, I see that they are all so weak, even my old friend!" He said looking at the Captain. "And Iron Man, how nice to meet you!" He said turning towards Tony, who was staring at Hadria in shock. Had they been in contact this whole time?! It was Natasha all over again… "I don't believe we have met, I am Johann Schmidt, the Red Skull, the Leader of HYDRA. Obviously you know my beautiful waffe, my Summer Soldier. She is truly something, is she not?" He asked, letting his hands trail over her porcelain mask. "A true treasure, wouldn't you agree? Winter Soldier." Schmidt drawled, leering at Bucky.

He was snarling, staring as Red Skull touched Hadria, and her not responding. As if this has happened before… He didn't want to think about that. "Let her go, Skull." He spoke for the first time, a distinct Brooklyn accent in it. He glared, staring at the picture they made, almost like lovers, Schmidt held her face.

"Why ever would I do that?" He asked, feigning curiosity. "I will not repeat your mistakes, Winter. Or should I call you Bucky?" Voice laden with sarcasm, he then turned back to Hadria. "Show me your beautiful face now, Geliebte." Johann urged her, holding her back and shoulder from behind her. "The face that not even your beloved has seen." He urged, his arms gesturing outwards.

"NO!" Bucky roared, remembering her saying that her mask was her last layer of defense, that she would show him when they both remembered everything. He still cared for her, even if they were on opposite ends of this war.

"Yes, sir." Hadria answered, as if she hadn't heard Bucky. The Avengers were all staring now, as Fiend put a hand to her mask, though it was as if it was in slow motion to the Avengers. Slowly, they saw pale skin appear, a stark contrast to her dark claret red hair, and perfectly thin eyebrows, nicely arched following along shortly after…

And then suddenly the mask was gone. But she wore another underneath it, hiding everything below her eyes. Yes, they could tell that her face was a sharp oval in structure, with high cheekbones, but they couldn't see them directly, just through her cloth mask. "Shall I remove the second, Sir?" Summer asked Schmidt.

"Yes. I did say I wanted them to see your beautiful face before they perished, my little engel." Schmidt announced smiling. Hadria nodded and brought her hands to her face once again. "No," Schmidt told her. He looked at Bucky and smirked before turning back to her. "Allow me." He said, and the Avengers watched as Schmidt almost… tenderly… caressed Hadria's face before pulling her mask down. Hadria had her eyes closed now, standing still before opening them again and looking at Johann in the eyes. "Ah, there is my perfect Geliebte." Red Skull said before turning around to allow the Avengers to see. "A wonderful piece, isn't she?" He asked before Bucky started charging at him in a rage.

"I'll kill you!" He yelled. Hadria quickly swooped in front of Schmidt and defended from Bucky's knives with her katana. He maneuvered around her and started trying to slash at Skull again. "She is more than a weapon, you sick bastard!" This woke up the Avengers from the daze they had fallen into as they started to attack the HYDRA agents that had come with Schmidt.

"I believe you relinquished the permission to think about her like this when you left her, didn't you? Yasha," Schmidt laughed. "Or did you forget, that too?" He asked. A flash of red caught his eye before Hadria was on him, again engaging him in a deadly dance of weapons. "She looked for you quite hard, she even slipped up! A first for her, but it led us to her once again. We figured we might as well just let her go." Schmidt continued conversationally. "After planting a new trigger, of course. Specifically, your face." He announced for the Avengers to hear.

Suddenly the battles stopped as the Avengers turned to look at a light that had started to get brighter as Schmidt spoke. "It was quite beautiful, watching her face contort in pain as we trained her. Her pretty lips twisting in pain as she screamed, body writhing as we whipped her." Schmidt sighed, eyes closed and noticing the light too late.

"So that's what they were trying to do," A feminine voice spoke, different yet similar to Hadria's, with a completely American accent. Her voice was a slightly higher pitch though, and the speech patterns were different. "I'd wondered, you know. Suddenly, Hadria rose from her position pinning Bucky with her body, back to the two (three?) sides. "Oh, how rude, I forgot to introduce myself." She turned around to face the groups. "Hello, I am one of the personalities that make up Hadria Maeve Potter. I am the secondary personality, Hope." She turned towards Schmidt. "The one you tortured." She said before throwing a knife no one had seen her pull out.

Блядь - Russian - fuck

Waffe - German - weapon

Geliebte - German - beloved, mistress.

Engel - German - Angel