Anything in italics is supposed to be Russian.

Suddenly there was a movement. A smile appearing under (Y/n)'s mask, as she saw a figure quickly run out from behind the car that she was shooting at with Nat's guns.

"Smoke." The female soldier said, as she pulled another gun from her back. Several smoke bombs sent out, landing over and around the fleeing man, as she pulled the trigger. If she was asked, she would say that she had expected more from the Winter Soldier. She had expected when he had seen what she had done to his friends, he would have come to rescue them, like the hero he now was. Yet, he had chosen to run away, leaving their two bodies stuck to the underside of the high-level overpass.

Slowly she made her way forward. He might have run, but that only meant that the hunt was sweeter. It nothing unless there was a challenge. She knew all about the abilities of the soldier, his power his strength, his stamina. Knew what HYDRA had done to him over the years; but however they had improved him and his fragile human form; it was nothing when compared to her. That unlike HYDRA's new soldier, his senses were still as they had been, and he would not be able to see her through the smoke. (Y/n) stopping and listening for a moment. Her head turning as she heard the sounds of soft breathing, of a controlled heartbeat. The female soldier well aware that no civilian that had found themselves as collateral damage in this situation, would have a heartbeat and breathing, that controlled, that steady.

"I had expected more from you, Soldier. More from all of you, in fact. I had not thought it would be so easy to take the likes of Stark and Romanoff, down. I had not thought that you would run like a coward, instead of facing me. You have become so much less than you were. The Winter Soldier was feared, respected. A man with a reputation that many could only dream of being able to just aspire to. Yet now, now you run and leave your friends hanging. Now you hide, not knowing whether the Widow is alive or dead. Though I must admit that I could not tell you whether she lives or not, myself. The satisfaction that I got from squeezing her throat, from hearing her gasp for breath, and watching as the light left her eyes, was just too much.............." (Y/n) instantly, turning on her heels at the sound of a yell. A metal shield immediately appearing from her arm and covering her, as bullets flew in her direction. The projectiles swiftly followed by the man that had been the most dreaded of assassins. The new soldier dropping her weapon, as she met the Winter Soldier's punch with one of her own to his chest. The man staring at her, wide eyed, as he finally came to a stop, after his body had been thrown across the scene, and onto the hood of one of the cars; the hood crumpling and the windscreen cracking from the impact of his body. The female soldier chuckling to herself about how easy it had been to draw him out, before running straight at her quarry.

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Brock shouted out; Rogers twisting his arm up behind his back, as the captain caught hold of his punch. He was doing his best to control his anger, as letting it get on top of him, had never ended well for him in the past. But as Rogers knocked him to the floor, his face coming within inches of his, the mind of the HYDRA agent went instantly to the thought of the captain looking down on (Y/n). Of them both being in his bed. That the hands, that were currently pinning him to the floor, had touch the body of his girl. That the boy from Brooklyn, had dared to find out what it was like to love the woman that was his, and only his. Brock bellowing angrily, before using every last ounce of energy he had, to throw Rogers over his head. The captain rolling over before quickly regaining his footing and racing back towards his opponent. His hand pushing the enemy agents head into the pillar of the bridge.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you, Rogers." The disguised voice from earlier called out. Steve looking up before staggering back, as there, atop the bridge, stood the woman dressed in black holding Bucky by the throat. The feet of his friend dangling in mid-air. Bucky doing his best to claw at the hand that was holding him; but even his metal arm seemed to do nothing against HYDRA's new soldier.

Bucky hadn't been able to believe it. Whatever the HYDRA scientists had done to her, they had made her so strong that even this smaller woman was overpowering him with ease. Throwing him around like a ragdoll and blocking each and every one of his punches, as if they were nothing. And her suit, though close fitting appeared to be offering her the same protection that Stark's offered him. And now, despite all attempts to beat her; it was he that was now hanging over a precipice.

"Now, step out of the way and let him leave; or this time, when the Winter Soldier falls from a height, it will not end well. It will be bye, bye Bucky.........." The female soldier added. Steve looking between the man in front of him that trying to get his breath, and his friend in the air. The captain reluctantly moving further away from his opponent.

"Get out of here. I will catch you up..........." (Y/n) called down to Brock.

"I SAID, GO!" She exclaimed. It appearing that he wanted to argue with her. Brock reluctantly nodding before running over to one of the abandoned cars and quickly driving it down the road. The female soldier not moving until the fleeing car out of sight.

"Now..........." She began again, as she looked deep into Bucky's eyes.

"Despite the fact that I would like to make you hurt as much you and your little band of friends hurt me, I think that it can wait for another time. I wouldn't want to have all my fun today." The woman hissed with utter disdain. Bucky making one last attempt at grabbing at the woman's hand. His eyes growing wide in disbelief, as a mark on the soldier's wrist was revealed, before she pulled back her arm and threw Bucky down towards Steve. The pair colliding with such force that it threw them backwards. The captain trying to shield his friend, as their bodies rolled over and over, before slamming into a downed truck.

"Buck.........Buck!? Are you..............?"

"Steve, it was (Y/n)..........The soldier............" Bucky groaned. The two looking up to the top of the bridge, only to find that she was gone.