NAT AND STEVE EEEEEEEEEE
killer seven guys :( very outta character, shes just innocent

SEVEN ALWAYS WENT ON MISSIONS
with her papa. with learning how to fight and survive under his watchful eye. But now, HYDRA had decided it was time for her to prove herself alone. The first mission came without warning. Seven was handed a dossier and shoved into a van, the doors slamming shut behind her. She opened the file, her heart pounding as she read the details.

The target was a small group of defectors who had stolen valuable intel from HYDRA. Seven's job was to infiltrate their hideout and eliminate everyone inside. She felt a sickening dread in her stomach but knew she had no choice. Her papa's life depended on her success.

The van stopped, and the door was yanked open. Seven stepped out into the darkness, the cold night air biting at her skin. She took a deep breath, steeling herself. She had to be strong. For her papa.

She approached the hideout cautiously, her senses on high alert. The building was an old warehouse, dimly lit and surrounded by a high fence. Seven climbed the fence easily, landing silently on the other side. She crept towards the entrance, her heart hammering in her chest.

Inside, she moved like a shadow, sticking to the darkness. She could hear voices ahead, the defectors unaware of her presence. She took out her silenced pistol, her hands shaking slightly. She had to focus. She couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

Focus.

Focus.

Focus.

The first target was a man sitting at a desk, his back to her. Seven took aim and fired, the bullet hitting its mark. The man slumped forward, and she quickly moved on. She found the next two in a small room, talking in hushed tones. They didn't even have time to react before she took them down.

Focus.

Focus.

Focus.

The last one was in the basement, working on a computer. Seven approached quietly, her gun raised. The man turned just as she fired, the bullet catching him in the chest. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Seven stood over him, her face expressionless as she fired again, ending his life.

The missions kept coming, each one more difficult than the last. Seven barely had time to rest between them, the constant stress wearing her down. She was sent to eliminate a high-ranking official who had betrayed HYDRA, then to take out a group of rebels hiding in the mountains. Each time, she followed orders without question, her skills growing sharper with every kill.

The next mission was particularly challenging. She was sent to a remote village where a group of insurgents had taken control. Her job was to neutralize the threat and ensure that HYDRA regained control of the area.

Seven arrived at the village at dawn, her heart heavy. She knew what she had to do, but it didn't make it any easier. She moved through the village with precision, taking out the insurgents one by one. The villagers watched in fear, their eyes wide as she executed her orders.

She found the leader in a small hut, surrounded by his men. Seven burst in, her gun blazing. The men fell quickly, but the leader fought back, his eyes filled with desperation. Seven engaged him in hand-to-hand combat, her training kicking in. She was faster, stronger, and more skilled. She disarmed him, pinning him to the ground.

Focus.

Focus.

Focus.

"Please," he begged, his voice shaking. "I have a family."

Seven hesitated, her grip tightening on the knife in her hand. She thought of her pap, of everything she had done to protect him. She couldn't afford to show mercy. She had to survive. She had to ensure that she and her papa were safe.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, and plunged the knife into his chest.

The weeks passed in a blur of blood and violence. Seven was sent from one mission to the next, her body and mind pushed to their limits. She killed without hesitation, each life she took a reminder of what she had to do to survive. But the weight of her actions began to take its toll.

She ranked up quite the kill count.

She found herself in a deserted town, her latest mission to eliminate a group of resistance fighters hiding there. She moved through the empty streets, her senses on high alert. She found the fighters in an old church, planning their next move. Seven didn't give them a chance to fight back. She killed them all, her face a mask of cold determination.

After the last body fell, she stood there, staring at the blood on her hands. She felt numb, the weight of her actions pressing down on her. She had done terrible things, things that haunted her dreams. But she couldn't stop. She had to keep going. She had to protect Bucky.

The final mission came at a time when Seven was already on the edge. She was sent to assassinate a high-ranking official in a heavily guarded mansion. The mission was almost impossible, but she had no choice. She had to succeed.

She infiltrated the mansion, her movements precise and deadly. She took out the guards silently, moving through the shadows like a ghost. She found the official in his study, reading a book. She took aim, her hands steady despite the turmoil inside her.

But then, something happened. The man looked up, meeting her eyes. He didn't seem afraid. Instead, he looked... resigned.

"Do what you have to do," he said quietly.

Focus.

Focus.

Focus.

Seven hesitated, her finger hovering over the trigger. She thought of Bucky, of everything she had done to protect him. She couldn't afford to fail. But something inside her broke. She lowered her gun, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, and turned to leave.

But the guards had heard the commotion. They burst into the room, guns blazing. Seven fought back, her training taking over. She moved with deadly precision, taking down the guards one by one. But there were too many of them. She was overwhelmed, her body battered and bruised.

She was captured and brought back to HYDRA, her failure a mark of shame. They threw her into a cell, her body aching and her mind shattered. She had done everything they had asked, but it was never enough. She had killed for them, bled for them, and still, they demanded more.

Seven stood in front of the mirror, the harsh fluorescent light casting a stark glow on her face. Blood was splattered across her cheeks and forehead, streaked down her neck, and smeared over her hands. The remnants of her most recent mission clung to her like a second skin, a grim reminder of what she had done, what she had become.

She reached for a rag, dipping it into the basin of cold water. As she lifted it to her face, her hands trembled slightly. The cold, wet cloth touched her skin, and she began to scrub, as if she could wash away not just the blood, but the guilt and the horror that clung to her soul.

Each swipe of the rag revealed more of her pale skin beneath the crimson stains, but no matter how hard she scrubbed, she couldn't erase the image of her reflection. Her eyes, once bright and full of life, now stared back at her with a dull, haunted look. Her face, a mirror of her father's in so many ways, looked hollow and weary.

Her body felt wrong.

She dropped the rag, leaning heavily on the sink, her breathing ragged. She couldn't stand to look at herself, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the mirror. She hated what she saw. She hated what she had become.

Seven's mind replayed the events of the mission in brutal detail. The way she had moved through the dark corridors, the way she had dispatched her targets with cold efficiency. Each kill had been necessary, each action precise, but it didn't change the fact that she had taken lives. Lives that, despite their alignment with their enemies, had once been as vibrant as hers.

Focus.

Focus.

Focus.

She couldn't.

Her chest tightened, a feeling of despair settling over her. She wanted it all to end. The missions, the killing, the constant fear and numbness that had become her reality. But deep down, she knew it wouldn't. As long as HYDRA had a hold on her, it would never end.

A tear slipped down her cheek, cutting a clean path through the blood. She wiped it away angrily, hating herself for showing even that small sign of weakness. She had to be strong. She had to be the weapon they wanted her to be. For her papa.

She thought of Bucky, his face flashing in her mind. He was the only thing that kept her going, the only light in the darkness. She couldn't bear to think of how much it would hurt him if he knew how deeply she despised what she had become. She had to keep it together, for him.

Seven's eyes fell to her hands, still stained with blood. She clenched them into fists, feeling a surge of anger and frustration. She wanted to scream, to break the mirror, to destroy the image of herself that she loathed so much. But she knew it wouldn't help. It wouldn't change anything.

With a shuddering breath, she picked up the rag again and resumed cleaning her face. Each swipe felt heavier than the last, the weight of her actions pressing down on her. She had to keep going. She had to keep fighting. For her papa, and for the slim hope that one day, things might be different.

When she finally finished, she dropped the rag into the basin and looked at her reflection one last time. The blood was gone, but the hollow, haunted look in her eyes remained. She turned away from the mirror, unable to bear the sight any longer

THIS MISSION WAS DIFFERENT THOUGH
and again, she would go without her papa.

Seven stood in the dimly lit corridor, her back straight, her eyes fixed on a point in the distance. Bucky watched her from the shadows, his heart aching. She seemed so numb, so emotionless. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He had always tried to protect her, to keep her from becoming like him. But HYDRA had other plans.

He stepped forward, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the empty space. Seven turned to face him, her expression blank. Bucky hated how they had conditioned her, how they had stripped away the light that once shone so brightly in her eyes.

"Sev," he said softly, his voice filled with a sorrow he couldn't hide.

She looked at him, her gaze steady. "Yes, Papa?"

Bucky took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "This mission... it's dangerous. You need to be careful."

Seven nodded mechanically, her face giving nothing away. "I know. I will be."

Bucky reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I wish you didn't have to do this."

"It's what they want," she replied, her voice devoid of any warmth. "I have to follow orders."

He hated seeing her like this, hated the way HYDRA had molded her into a weapon. She was still his little girl, still the one he had sworn to protect. But every day, it seemed like he was losing more of her to the darkness they lived in.

"Sev," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Promise me you'll come back."

She hesitated for a moment, something flickering in her eyes. "I promise, Papa."

Bucky pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her close. She stood stiffly in his arms, not returning the hug. He closed his eyes, wishing he could shield her from all of this, wishing he could take her away from the life they were forced to live.

"I love you, Sev," he said, his voice choked with emotion.

"I love you too, Papa," she replied, her tone flat and distant.

Bucky pulled back, looking into her eyes. "Remember that. No matter what happens out there, remember that I love you."

She nodded again, her face a mask of indifference. Bucky sighed, feeling a deep, unrelenting sadness. He watched as she turned and walked down the corridor, her footsteps echoing softly. As she disappeared from sight, he felt a hollow ache in his gut.

The instructions were not clear she was just told: keep Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers distracted.

No killing.

She was so happy.

The hallway opened up into a larger space, a makeshift command center filled with old technology that seemed foreign to her. She took a step forward, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on a man standing near a console. His blue eyes widened in shock when he turned and saw her.

"Who are you?" Steve Rogers asked, his voice laced with confusion and concern. He stepped closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over the small girl. "What are you doing here?"

Seven squared her shoulders, keeping her cold demeanor intact. She had been trained to handle situations like this, to remain calm and collected. "I'm here to...talk," she replied, choosing her words carefully.

Steve studied her, his brow furrowing. "Talk? Who sent you?"

She kept her face blank, her eyes giving nothing away. "It doesn't matter who sent me. I just need to keep you busy for a while."

Steve's concern deepened, his instincts telling him something was off. "You're just a kid. What's going on here?"

Before Seven could respond, there was a sudden movement to her right. Natasha Romanoff emerged from the shadows, her movements swift and precise. Before Seven could react, Natasha struck, a well-placed blow to the back of her neck.

Seven's vision blurred, and she collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Steve rushed forward, dropping to his knees beside the girl. "Nat, what the hell are you doing? She's just a kid!"

Natasha's expression was grim as she crouched down next to him. "Steve, she's HYDRA. She was either here to kill us or distract us."

"They train them that young? She can't be older than ten." Steve said.

"Trained me when I was even younger."

Steve picked her up. Natasha quickly reacted. "Rogers! What the hell are you doing?" She asked.

Steve pushed her arm off. "We can't leave her here! She's a little girl!"

"Yeah! A little girl that will kill you!"

Steve went to argue but then the computer turned, the computer was now talking to them.