𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒. Car crashes, people driving too fast, and other accidents that may happen. There are many causes of highway hazards, like heavy traffic, icy roads, potholes, people who speed, texting and driving, and all that stuff. One cause that was never expected was The Winter Soldier standing on top of a car and throwing Jasper Sitwell at a truck from the backseat. from the backseat as he drove with Captain America, well, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, and a man named Sam Wilson as he and his asset stood on top of the car...

Those three were threats. They had to eliminate those threats. They did not know who they were, nor did they care to know who they were. They were the bad guys in this scenario. They were the threats. The only way to get rid of threats was to eliminate them...

So when the window broke and the man was thrown at a large truck, ultimately dying, Cecelia put her hand through the window, starting to blindly shoot. She thought the red-headed woman was in the backseat, but, she had moved to the front with Rogers and continued to drive with two soldiers on the roof of their car.

Their faces were covered in masks and everything. They were in full mission gear. James had a mask and a pair of goggles covering his eyes and a black suit on. Cecelia is the same way. Well, she had goggles until someone hit the brakes making the two soldiers fly off the front.

Her goggles flew from her face as she rolled off of the car, revealing her icy blue eyes, and part of her youthful face. Despite nearing 5'5, she had a baby face. James had stopped himself with his metal fingers scraping against the concrete, letting small sparks come up at his fingers. She was quick to stand up beside him, staring at the car as other cars passed by them, swerving so they didn't hit them.

Well, one car hit them on purpose. The jeep full of armed men crashed behind the cheap old car that the trio was riding in, pushing them toward the two. James jumped on top of the car, and Cecelia went off to the side, waiting for her people to pull over so she could get a...larger gun.

James's hand went through the window, taking the wheel and throwing it behind him as Cecelia put her handgun back into her holster.

The car pulled over and Cecelia was handed a shotgun while the trio's car crashed, flipping a few times as they all exited, flying out in different directions.

That's when hell went down.

Cecelia was shooting her gun at people, aiming to hit one of the three as James had a larger gun with bombs inside. He'd made the captain fly off the bridge with his shield as Cecelia shot at people.

Both she and James went after the red-headed woman while the rest went after the captain. As far as they were concerned, the other man was not a threat, at least they didn't think so.

What they didn't know was that he'd killed one of their men and was now on the highway with a shotgun...Which wasn't the best thing ever.

They walked through the streets, people running away from them in fear as they looked for the woman. "Иди туда, береги спину." (Go that way, watch your back) James pointed in a direction with his gun, and she gave a firm nod, walking in that direction.

She reloaded her shotgun and walked away, her eyes peeled for any threats. James' back was turned to hers as she walked away, her footsteps quiet.

James heard a voice. He knew the voice. It was the woman. It was Romanoff. He quietly walked toward it, putting a finger up at Cecelia as he took out a hand grenade to roll over there, maybe blow it up to kill her. Something easy.

Cecelia slowed down, watching the grenade roll beneath the car. Once it hit the curb behind it, it blew up.

But there was no scream, no cry, nobody. What there was was a woman who came up behind Cecelia, putting her in a headlock. Cecelia dropped her gun, going into combat.

She was around the same height as the woman, but she was a bit smaller, maybe faster. Cecelia's elbow went to her ribs, exposing her chest. She grabbed her arm, turning around.

The woman was a target. She was Romanoff, Natasha Romanoff. She threw a fist, which Natasha blocked, then a kick to the back of her knees, making her fall forward to her hands and knees. She fell to the ground as Cecelia pulled out her handgun, and pointed it at her. Natasha hit her hand away, then kicked her feet below her, making her fall, the back of her head hitting the ground. Natasha stood up, not expecting the winter soldier to come up behind her.

The two fought one another, that was until she threw some kind of electrode, disabling his metal arm for a moment, sending a shock through him.

Cecelia stood up, grabbing her gun from the ground as she did. She walked off, James doing the same as her.

Cecelia didn't think it was gonna be this hard. Usually, she and James were in and out quickly. They eliminate the target quickly and leave.

But no.

These people were smart.

James set his arm, swinging it around as the redhead ran away. Cecelia brought her gun up, aiming right at her.

She hit her in the shoulder, and she fell to the ground, clutching it. James went behind the car she was at, pointing his gun the finish the job in case Cecelia couldn't...

Well, Cecelia couldn't. That's because there was a strong kick sent to her back from a certain super soldier who carried a red white and blue shield. She was sent into the wall of a building, cracking the wall behind her. Her gun had flown in the other direction as she sat there, now fighting unconsciousness.

James tried to finish the job, but, the Captain worked fast. James threw his fist at the shield, then kicked him off the car. He shot at him, hitting the shield once again.

The two started to fight, with no guns involved. Now James had his knife. Punches and kicks were thrown, and then something bad happened.

The Captain, Steve Rogers, managed to hit James's mask off of his face, revealing a man he used to know...

When James turned, he looked toward him. Steel blue eyes with no expression. Steve's face had dropped, a flash of recognition crossing his features.

"Bucky?"

James gave some kind of confused expression, looking at Steve. "Who the hell is Bucky?" He questioned. He took out his gun, pointing it at him.

That's when the man on the bridge came flying over, literally flying. He had wings. He kicked him away, thinking it was that easy. It wasn't. James pointed the gun again...and then a grenade went off.

They didn't finish the job...

tw: implied SA

          𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘? That's the question that ran through Cecelia's head as she was escorted through the hallways.

Her mask was of her face and now all that was seen was her disheveled appearance, her usual tight braids now loose and hairs straying everywhere.

It was rare when the Winter Soldier and his asset failed. And when, and if they did, the consequences weren't good.

Now, she was standing with no expression on her face. As if she were numbed of any emotion she'd ever felt. Standing in front of her was Alexander Pierce, acting large and in charge as usual.

She had two guards standing at the doorway of the office, guns and sedatives in hand or on their belts. When you have an assassin with super soldier serum coursing through their veins, you have to take extra precautions.

Alexander was angry.

The pair had never failed much, even on the hardest missions they'd been on. Even when they had to bomb a building. Shoot senators, people, and other organizations. They usually had success. And when they didn't, they paid the price. There were consequences to their losses.

So she now stood in front of him, keeping her expression blank. James taught her to do that. Stay quiet, stay strong, no expression. Nothing. Zero. Don't cry, don't flinch.

Do nothing.

"Mission Report." He commanded, wanting the details of what happened.

When asked to say something. You answer. You muster up some kind of response, something that'll make sense. Anything.

"We failed." She responded to him, looking him in the eye.

It wasn't a very solid answer.

He nodded his head, huffing out a breath. The silence in the room was uncomfortable. Cecelia didn't like it. It made her feel weird. Like something was crawling around in her skin.

He nodded his head. That was before delivering a backhanded slap to her cheek. Her head whipped over, and then she looked back at him, a splotchy red mark on her cheek. She gave no reaction to the stinging pain and just waited for his next move.

"How did you fail?" He asked, Cecelia didn't know what to say. Stuff just happened. The Captain and his friends were smart. They knew what to do. They knew how to get out and everything. She was quiet, not knowing what to tell him. So, he further went on. "Tell me now, Soldier. How did you fail?"

"I don't know, sir." She admitted as she stared up at him. He nodded his head, sighing. He put a hand on his chin.

"You don't know?" He asked, she nodded her head.

"I don't know." He let out a low chuckle. He cleared his throat before looking at the young girl.

He stood up straight, letting out a huff, pacing back and forth for a moment. "How do you not know." He whispered, shaking his head. He turned to her, his hands hitting his sides. "How do you not know!?" He screamed in her face.

Alexander took a deep breath. Cooling himself off before stepping back away from her. She maintained that face, showing nothing.

"The man on the bridge, did The Winter Soldier seem to know him?"

Cecelia seemed to always defend the man, even if he was in the wrong. Even though he made her childhood miserable. It was something about him that made her always feel the need to defend him. Pierce grew impatient. He sighed again looking at her.

"No, but the man to know him, he called him Bucky." She admitted to him. "He seemed confused when he said it."

"Very well." He nodded his head, staring at the little girl. He placed his hand on the splotchy mark on her face, the sting still there. Cecelia looked at him, ignoring the slight pain. That slap was nothing compared to some of the pain she'd endured.

"I want you to understand that these...failures are not accepted, especially not from you." Cecelia nodded her head, maintaining eye contact with him, staying level-headed though all she wanted to do was scream and cry, kick and yell out about how much she hated everything. How much she hated being trapped in her own body, wanting to be free and leave this hell hole.

He sucked in a breath before continuing. "You know that, yes?" She nodded.

"Yes." She answered, swallowing the lump in her throat.

A creepy smile formed on his face as his hand fell from her cheek. "This won't happen again, no?" She nodded.

"It won't ever happen again." She confirmed, not knowing if she could keep that, but, she would try.

He patted her cheek once again, and she tried to ignore the shiver that went down her spine. She didn't like it when he did that. When he touched her. He did it a lot, and not in simple ways just as that...

"Because you know what happens if you fail again."

She knew what happened.

A/N:

heyyy. lowkey hate this chapter buttt it's okay! I've had this written for 10 years and I just used grammarly to correct it. probs won't be posting for another twelve years because my damn wrist is broken. buttt i'm sorry yall