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The Winter Soldier: Captain America


I am the shadows. They told me to report here. I’m here to receive my next mission. My eyes flick up from studying the design of the table as I hear someone approaching. As he rounds the corner, I see that it is Pierce. He is surprised. Perhaps he wasn’t expecting me so early. The voice of his maid vaguely registers in my ears.

“Do you need anything before I leave?”

“No, Renata, you can go home.” Pierce replies, never taking his eyes off me.

“Goodnight, Mr. Pierce.”

“Goodnight, Renata.”

I hear the door close in the distance. Pierce moves to the refrigerator. I watch him, only my deep blue eyes moving.

“Want some milk?” he asks, smiling slightly.

I don’t understand the concept of wanting. I silently watch him, waiting for a command. He fills his own glass of milk, walking over to the table and sitting across from me.

“The timetable has moved. Our window is limited. Two targets, level six. They already cost me Zola. I want confirmed death in ten hours.” He says. I don’t respond, but I internalize the information. He seems about to continue his briefing when something interrupts. Footsteps round the bend. Renata has returned, and it is obvious from her casual demeanor that she hasn’t looked up yet.

“I forgot my... phone...” she trails off as she looks up from her purse to see Pierce and I. “Mr. Pierce?”

Pierce closes his eyes in an annoyed sort of way. “Oh, Renata…” he calmly picks up the handgun sitting on the table between us, “I really wish you would have knocked.” He fires two rounds into her chest as she utters a strangled shriek. I watch, silent and stoic. Winter does not feel.

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