March, 1964

11:06am

I feel good today.

It's been over a year since my last entry.

Who knows how many times my memory has been wiped since I last wrote in 1962?

I had another mission today. I resisted killing my target. I shot a little too far to the left and the bullet only grazed their shoulder. My victim escaped.

A metal badge had fallen from their suit.

"S.H.I.E.L.D." was written on it.

I was trained to kill. I didn't kill whoever it was.

HYDRA will be very disappointed in me.

But I feel good. Maybe there is hope. Maybe I'm not evil.