A/N: Hey I'm back!

So right now I'm thinking that my pattern for updating this story will be 1 new chapter every two days. So I hope that's cool!

Anyway, enjoy the story!

A year after, a lot of things had happened. The world was now at war and Brooklyn's streets got emptier and emptier as more men got drafted or enlisted for the army. Charlotte already knew that most of them probably wouldn't be coming back alive.

But what worried her the most was that Bucky would get drafted, or worse, enlist himself. Yes, it is a noble thing to do and all, but would he really just leave her and Steve behind? Poor Steve, she thought. He wasn't eligible, as he'd already tried to enlist, and he had to watch as his best friend went off to war without him. Who knows if Bucky would ever return if he went to war.

The thought of Bucky never returning with his flirtatious smile made Charlotte's gut twist.

One day, Bucky came home with a slightly bashed Steve, but her hands flew to her throat as she saw what he was wearing, matching hat and all.

He'd been drafted for the army.

Her heart fell to her knees as she realised this. But because the two boys were giving her a funny look now, she decided to put on a shaky smile and get a cloth to treat Steve's wounds.

Pretending like it didn't feel like her heart just ripped in two.

After she had patched Steve up, Bucky did talk about the army, how he'd been drafted and how he would be going to the Stark Expo with Steve tonight, managing to snag a double date for himself and Steve. They offered to invite her along, but Charlotte lied herself out of it, pretending she was really tired and wanted to go to sleep so she could say bye to Bucky early tomorrow morning. Of course, both of them respected this, immediately wishing her well and hoping she gets a good night's sleep. Then, they left the small apartment.

When the door had closed for sure, Charlotte felt fat tears trickling down her cheeks. She didn't do anything to stop them.

It felt strange. She knew that Bucky was just her best friend and yeah, she'd miss him and all, but... why did it feel like there was a block of concrete in her stomach? She wasn't his love or anything, but... why did it hurt so bad?

Charlotte spent the evening sulking, and trying not to cry to much, occasionally just silently weeping at the thought of her childhood friend leaving, off to war and maybe never come back.

She hadn't noticed that someone had managed to slip through her small apartment window.

It was too late when she did.

A large hand was placed over her mouth to muffle her scream. She tried clawing at the hand and sure got a few gashes in, but that made her enemy even angrier. She felt a strong blow to the head and there was a ringing sensation in her ears. Her vision began to cloud as she got a final look at her perpetrator's face. He did not look happy.

Then everything went black and she fell limp.

She woke up to the faint whirr of machines whizzing, pens scrawling on papers and quiet scuffling of footsteps. Charlotte opened her eyes only to pinch them shut again. A bright light was glaring at her face and she had to blink several times before adjusting. When she finally did open her eyes for real, a large potato with round glasses was standing in front of her, inspecting her face.

Ok, it was not a potato. But the chubby man in front of her certainly looked like one.

"Guten Morgen, Fräulein."

Charlotte rolled her eyes.

"I'm sorry, could you maybe repeat that in a language I might just understand?"

"Watch your little mouth, Fräulein," the potato - uh, man - said.

"Where am I?"

"All comes in good time, Fräulein."

There was that stupid word again. Fräulein. She didn't know what it meant, and she had a feeling she didn't want to.

"Ok," she said cautiously. "Then why am I here?"

Wherever I am.

The man fiddled with his glasses and sighed, suddenly speaking again, his voice laced with a heavy German accent.

"We have been watching you for a while now," he spoke quietly. "We are very well aware of your... gifts."

Charlotte's breath hitched. They... they knew? But how? How did they know? She used them when everyone was out of her sight and-

"Oh." Of course they had been watching her. After all, they seemed like a suspicious agency, so really she shouldn't be surprised.

"They are truly incredible. Do you know where you got them from?"

For the first time, Charlotte actually thought hard. It never occurred to her to ask her parents when she was young, so she didn't really know. But then again, how would she? They've been dead for 8 years now.

"No."

The chubby man smirked. It looked sinister, evil, nothing like Bucky's sweet smirks would ever look like. She felt a pang of dread in her chest.

"How long have I been here?"

"A few days," the man replied. "Of course, your little friends wouldn't know where you are."

Her heart skipped a beat. STEVE!

"Did you hurt them?" She asked, her voice laced with venom.

He laughed. Actually laughed at her question.

"No. I made sure they wouldn't know. Well, technically not 'I', but you see my point."

Finally, Charlotte realised that she'd been tied down, she twisted her wrists about, trying to break free of the ropes, but no such hope.

"Don't try to escape," he said, seeing her struggle. "It's pointless. There's twenty guards out there."

She glared at the fat man.

"Now, would you like to work for HYDRA?"

This was the dumbest question ever. She knew about HYDRA, about how they were evil, and how they were constantly killing others. Her answer was clear.

"Never."

A guard she hadn't noticed yet came up to her and backhanded her harshly. Her head snapped to the side, wild hair falling in her face. She could feel blood trickle on her lips.

"I'm afraid that's not the correct answer, Fräulein."

Charlotte smirked as she twisted her head back to face to potato-man. "I think it is. Again, never."

The next few days felt like a horror movie. Charlotte had been tortured in endless ways, beaten and bashed so hard she was sure at least something was broken in her right now. But she refused to budge. She couldn't let Steve or Bucky down by joining this sinister force.

Blood slowly oozed down her face. It was purple and swollen and distorted from her many beatings.

The man, whom she had learned was a doctor called Arnim Zola, was standing there silently.

He walked up to her, his voice now laced with a German accent and venom.

"I will ask again, Fräulein," he said threateningly. "Will you join us in HYDRA?"

"I- I..." Charlotte trailed off. It sounded the best to just say yes, although she knew she'd be letting everyone she ever knew down. Their blood would also be on her hands. But she knew that if she continues on, she'll get beaten to death.

After choking on her blood for a while, she faced the doctor grimly, her answer only one word.

"Yes."

Aha, we have finally gotten to a point where poor Charlotte has been captured by HYDRA and the war has started. I hope you like it tho!
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