It was starting to wear off.
She could feel it.
It was odd, seeing flashes of swirls and lavender and curly hair and-
Cheek kisses.
She had a mission, normal.
She was to kill a child, something she had done countless times before.
This time she asked why.
She sat there, nursing the bruise on her cheek on the flight.
Why?
She never got her question answered.
The little girl was sleeping, a bear in her arms. She had red hair and green eyes, according to her file.
She froze-
I have red hair.
She didn't know why, but she knew that it was wrong.
She slaughtered a deer and spilled it's blood all over the room, and took the girl to an orphanage far, far away.
Hydra never did follow-ups.
Good.
She stared at the mirror, a piece of lavender she found outside her window taped to it.
It was a comfort, as she washed off the blood.
In the next supply check, she requested lavender soap.
They didn't question it, thinking it would help her.
It was wearing off faster now.
She got a purple sharpie and drew swirls on her arm.
They'll never be as pretty as hers.
Who the hell was Her?
She didn't know, but she knew that her swirls would never be as pretty the ones lost behind the snow in her mind.