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01|Вдова и Солдат
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Inside a pale concrete room, Sung stood on her toes. She pressed her foot flat against the floor and proceeded to do a ronde jambe, her arm flowing through the air graciously. The ballerina leaned her hand on the back of the small desk chair in her room, utilising it as a barre for a lack of better options. The room was simple, a metal door on one wall with a small closet next to it, Sung's cot was shoved against the wall opposite the door and adjacent to it there was a desk and chair. The walls were simple concrete, with faded writing here and there.

Sung stopped her movements just before the door of her room swung open, in strode Alexander Pierce. The American man looked at Sung before nodding to the door and walking out, she followed beside him.

"You have a mission," Pierce commented as the duo trailed through familiar corridors. "Here." He handed Sung a file and rubbed his hands together.

The woman flicked open the file and spotted a familiar picture on top. "Nick Fury?"

"Yeah, he's in the way and I want him removed." Pierce entered another room where the Winter Soldier was already out of his cyropod and getting prepped for the mission.

Sung closed the file. "I don't need him," Her dark gaze settled on the hollow man. "Fury is just one man. Right place, right time, I'll make it look like an accident."

Pierce clicked his tongue. "I don't want an accident, I want a message. Now go get ready before I no longer have a use for you." He waved in the direction of the weapon, tactical gear and suits section that hid behind a small door on the left of the room.

Sparing the awakening Winter Soldier one last look, Sung marched through the door. She stripped off her casual clothes and wiggled herself into a black suit and zipped it up until it reached her neck. Sung fastened her battle knee brace and tightened her French braid.

The Korean woman donned her Black Widow bites, hip-, thigh- and shoulder-holster. The shoulder holsters each held a gun, as did the one on her hip. The one on her thigh was for knives. In small pockets in her knee brace, Sung slid a few taserdisks. Lastly, she put on her belt, two baton halves stacked atop one another on the back along with a few other HYDRA knickknacks.

Sung grabbed her goggles and mask before walking out of the room where she spotted the Winter Soldier fully dressed. "Солдат," The Winter Soldier turned to see the familiar Black Widow, he nodded to her. "Готовый?" She asked. Soldier. Ready?

"Готов соблюдать." Ready to comply.

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On a roof of a tall building, Sung crouched by the edge. She held her rifle up, using the scope to look at the streets below. "Fury is driving as expected, he's heading North," Sung followed the black vehicle closely from above. "Team 1, move in."

"Copy." The fake police cars started to swarm to Fury's car and Sung watched the car get rammed as he crossed the intersection.

Unsurprisingly the car held up, the bullets didn't appear to pierce the car. Sung cocked her sniper rifle, leaning forward slightly so she could aim better. "Team 3, block off Roosevelt Bridge," Sung instructed just as Fury broke the window of his car and started to shoot. Not wasting a second, Sung pulled the trigger and watched a bullet pierce Fury's right shoulder.

The woman pulled back and got to her feet. She watched Fury's black car thread through the traffic. "Солдат, ты знаешь, куда идти." The Winter Soldier did not hesitate and took off sprinting, he jumped onto the next building and continued to run with relative ease. Sung watched him run and glanced down with a sigh, her knee brace weighing on her. Soldier,  you know where to go.

Sung packed up her rifle in seconds and slung the bag over her shoulder. She jumped over the edge of the roof and landed on the first flight of the fire escape. Sung climbed over the railing and jumped to the level underneath her. Repeating the action a handful of times, Sung landed on the ground and strode over to a dumpster. She pulled a tarp off of a shape to reveal a motorbike. The Russian got on the bike and slid on a black helmet before taking off.

Cutting through alleyways, Sung quickly arrived on 17th Avenue, just in time to see her partner standing in the middle of the road and firing his bomb. Fury's car blew up from underneath and flipped over in the air, the Winter Soldier moved out of the way just in time.

Flames licked up at the sky and Sung parked her bike and got off. The Winter Soldier cast her one look as he approached the vehicle, Sung meanwhile took out one of her guns and raised it slightly. She threw a look at their surroundings as the Winter Soldier pulled the door from the car and tossed it aside.

Yet there was no Nick Fury inside the car, instead, there was a hole in the roof of the car that had allowed Fury to descend into the sewers. The Winter Soldier looked back to Sung who frowned at the lack of gunshot, she approached the car and found it empty. "Пиздец," Sung cursed under her breath. damn it.

The Black Widow peeled her helmet off and tossed it on the ground. "Двигатель все еще работает. Проедьте мимо его конспиративной квартиры, а я сразу же поеду за ним." Sung crouched down and grabbed the underside of the car to help her inside. Sung dropped herself onto the roof of the car and shuffled around so that she could jump into the hole. She turned to the Winter Soldier who was still looking at her, she gave him a two-finger salute before dropping herself down. The engine is still running. Drive by his safe houses, I'll follow him now.

As Sung dropped out of view, the Winter Soldier stretched his back and sauntered over to the bike. He put the gun away on his back and mounted the bike. Before actual police could show up at the scene he rode off.

Sung dropped down silently on the icky cement and nearly gagged at the smell. Suppressing a shiver, Sung stalked forward, gun raised. She took one hand off of her gun to pull up her facemask, hoping the fabric over her nose and mouth would help with the stench.

Carefully, Sung turned a corner. Only there was no sign of the head of S.H.I.E.L.D., there were a lot of tunnels up ahead and Fury could have gone through any of them.

Overhead sirens could be heard, soon enough there would be police officers down there with the Black Widow. Sung took off jogging down one of the tunnels silently.

Eventually, she found a manhole and opted to climb out of it rather than stay in the sewers without eyes on Fury. Sung winced ever so slightly as she climbed the metal ladder and carefully pushed the cover aside. Deciding she wouldn't be hit by any traffic, Sung climbed out and closed the manhole behind her.

Sung freed her mouth and nose to breathe the polluted Washington air. Scanning her surroundings, Sung noted that she had to be in a poorer side of town. Using the shadows for cover, Sung moved through the streets and snagged a coat from a mannequin on the way. With her weapons concealed, Sung could ease slightly and move more freely.

A few children ran down the street, their feet covered by broken sandals or bare on the concrete. Despite the trash on the streets and boogyman figures in the shadows, the children laughed. One held a bin lid and used it as a shield against a girl who used a stick as a sword. "Avengers!" A scrawny kid who bore a striking resemblance to Steve Rogers cried, his fists raised. "Assemble!"

Sung watched them closely for a moment.

"Black Widow is here!" A young black girl, no older than 8, ran to the scene. She had tried to mimic the Black Widow bites on her wrists with tie wraps and cloth. The sight made Sung's breath hitch. The young girl turned to Sung with a bright gapped smile and fired her bite at Sung.

The actual Black Widow closed her eyes for a moment and marched on. She took a small pager-sized device and turned it on. Two red dots appeared on the screen, one for Sung and the other one for her soldier. Sung took note of where the soldier was before she put the device back in one of her pockets and went to steal a vehicle that would get her where she wanted to be.

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Within an hour, Sung had caught up to her Brooklyn comrade. She climbed up onto the roof of a building only to come face to face with the barrel of a gun. Realising that it was not someone sent to stop him, the Winter Soldier extended his metal hand to Sung and she grabbed it, as though she weighed nothing more than a feather the Winter Soldier hauled her up onto the roof.

"Fury?" Sung demanded, eyes flicking past all the windows looking for her target.

"Вон там, четвертый сверху, два слева." The man pointed at a building with his rifle. He prepared to take a shot as Sung spotted the apartment that her soldier was aiming at. It appeared simple to the two assassins on the roof. Warm light leaked out of the window. Over there, fourth from the top, two from the left

Eventually, a figure moved in front of the glass. The Winter Soldier adjusted his position slightly, barrel following the figure in the window. His finger traced the trigger and he fired with a breath. The glass broke and the figure collapsed.

The two assassins remained in position. They waited to see if the figure would stand up or move, when that didn't happen, the two rose. The Winter Soldier threw his rifle over his shoulder. Sung beelined for the edge of the staircase that led into the building, she had left her bike just outside the complex.

Just then the window of the apartment where Fury had been, shattered. Captain America barreled through the air and rolled into the building adjacent to the one where Sung and the Winter Soldier found themselves on. Sung groaned and turned away from the staircase to run over the roof and jump onto the next building.

The two HYDRA assassins ran side by side and the Winter Soldier briefly looked over to Sung right before they jumped over the edge. His concern was unnecessary as Sung rolled over the roof and got to her feet with practised ease, the Winter Soldier by her side. The man got slightly ahead of the Black Widow, as expected.

Sung turned to look over her shoulder and saw Steve Rogers not that far behind. The blond soldier stretched his arm back and turned his torso. He launched his shield and it headed for the two HYDRA assassins.

The Winter Soldier turned around and caught the red-white-and-blue shield with his metal arm. The action earned a frown from Steve. The brunet soldier threw the shield back, which Steve caught and pushed him back.

By the time Steve looked up from his shield, the duo was gone. No trace was left of them.

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Back at their compound, Sung washed away the sewer smell and changed into civilian clothes. She shoved her hands in her pockets and clenched the insides. Sung exited her small room and trailed through the dull corridors she knew so well. Technically Sung was an agent and thus allowed certain freedoms, but in many ways, she was more limited than her fellow agents. Sung was not allowed to carry weapons on the base, leaving the base unless it was for a mission was nearly impossible and the small transmitter in her lower back weighed her down.

One of the superior officers left their office door open and sprinted past Sung for some urgent matter. Sung ensured she was momentarily alone before slipping into the office. She approached a filing cabinet to the left of the room immediately and opened the drawer where she knew her file would be.

Sung pulled out the old file and flicked it open. She scanned the page before reaching the bottom.

Subject 47 has been receptive to Jowihef serum. Her physical limitations are yet to be discovered after the renewed serum. Lee is the only subject to have survived the Cупер Cолдат trials from 2008. Mutating DNA is responsible for her survival.

Not finding the answers she wanted, Sung flicked to the next few pages. No information on Daeshim could be found. The Korean did find something else that could be helpful in the future, a note on the last known whereabouts of Olga Ivanov. Somewhat satisfied, Sung put the file back and closed the cabinet before rushing out of the office and trailing through the corridors as she often did.

The superior officer from earlier approached Sung from behind, but she heard him coming. "Lee," Said woman turned around and stared at the man expectantly. "You are being transferred to the Novi Grad base in Sokovia soon, they want you involved in the training of the twins."

Once upon a time 'the twins' had referred to the Lees who had served as lab rats for the latest super soldier trials. Now 'the twins' referred to the Maximoffs, two Sokovian children who had willingly volunteered to be experimented on. Sung could feel her own scars burn on her skin.

"When do I leave?" Sung asked.

"When Pierce says so," The officer moved to walk past Sung, but stopped when he stood next to her. "Most likely you'll be sent after the helicarriers are up and running," He nodded. "Hail HYDRA."

"Hail HYDRA," Sung said back before letting out a breath. She combed a hand through her tresses before heading back to her room.

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[1989]

Young Sung was hoisted out of the car by the strong, safe arms of her father. Daeshim meanwhile was taken out of the car by Olga. An old creepy mansion towered over them. It was breathtaking, no doubt it dated back to before the revolution, its grand nature serving as evidence of the fact.

"우리는 지금 당신이 당신의 방에 정착하게 할, 해." Chul whispered in his little girl's ear before setting her down on the floor. Chul's warm and soft but worn hands held onto Sung's unspoiled hands. We'll get you settled in your new room now, Hae.

The four walked towards the mansion, a woman with greying hair stood on the stone stairs that led to the mansion. Behind her stood an overweight man who lurked in the shadows. Sung felt an odd sensation of fear as they approached the woman and the man in the shadows, another woman walked out to stand on the stairs next to the grey woman, the second woman was more blonde and her expression held a cold stare.

The two women stood with their chins held high and backs straight as book spines. Their cold stares and soulless eyes settled on Sung. Little Sung gulped and looked back at her twin. Daeshim smiled encouragingly and offered Sung a small thumbs-up. Sung forced herself to offer a small smile back.

"Возьми девочку." A guard who had been unnoticed walked towards Sung and ripped her away as she screamed for her parents and brother. Chul's warm hand slipped from between Sung's small plump fingers. The man opened his mouth in a scream and he tried to grasp his daughter and save her from the scary men. Take the girl.

Olga Ivanov dropped confused Daeshim's hand and grabbed her husband's shoulder. She turned him around and punched him in the face. Chul recoiled and reached for his bleeding nose as Olga kicked his legs out from underneath him and forced him onto his knees. From underneath her long coat, Olga pulled out a gun and aimed it at Chul's forehead.

Sung was screaming and trashing in the guard's arms, she cried in Korean as well as in broken English for her parents and brother. Daeshim had never been a brave child, he stood frozen in place.

Snow started to fall from above. "Why?" Chul whispered softly, he looked at the woman whom he had loved for years. Blood raced from his nose and dripped onto the snowy ground.

"I had a mission," Olga replied, she pressed the gun further against Chul's forehead.

Despite impending death, Chul remained a father. "Please keep them safe, let them look not." The man spared his two children a look, one on either side of him.

Olga didn't reply. She pulled the trigger. Chul dropped backwards, his body smacked onto Russian soil. His head lulled to the side, lifeless eyes staring directly at Sung as crimson trickled from a gaping hole in his forehead.

Sung screamed and struggled in the arms of the guard as Daeshim was also grabbed by an American man. "We'll take you to join HYDRA directly." Whispered the man as the boy tried to go to his sister who was dragged into the mansion.

The guard carried Sung through the hallways of the mansion, something inside Sung told her to stay quiet, her thumb in her mouth as she looked at the mansion around her as best she could with tears in her eyes. A group of young women danced a complicated ballet choreography in sync. One of the girls stumbled and fell onto the wooden floor, the music stopped immediately and the instructor walked forward.

Sung didn't see what happened but she could guess, she was quite bright for a five-year-old. The gunshot that sounded soon after confirmed her worst thought.

The girl was set down by the guard in a pale cold room and Sung fidgeted uncomfortably as the guard turned around and grabbed a black dress and a white blouse before he turned to give them to Sung. The guard exited the room and the woman with greying hair walked into the room.

The woman's steel blue eyes were unforgiving as she examined Sung. The woman had bony fingers that extended towards Sung like shadows and harshly grabbed her chin. Whatever layers had shielded Sung from the outside world were stripped away by the woman's eyes. The woman's fingers dug into Sung's arms and legs to feel what muscle the girl had. "Мы еще сделаем из тебя вдову." We'll make a Widow out of you yet.

The bony woman tugged off Sung's green coat and soft sweater. Eventually, the young girl was bare before the old woman, still Sung sniffled. The cold woman grabbed Sung's chin and forced the girl to look at her. "Cease your crying, pain only makes you stronger."

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Sung stood in the shooting range, she shot half a clip before dropping the gun midair and grabbing it with her left hand and finishing the clip. The target on the other end no longer had a heart or a brain. She took out the empty clip and reached for a new one.

"Lee," A familiar voice called from behind her. Sung turned around and stared at the large figure approaching her, she pushed the new clip in and held the gun tilted sideways in front of her. "We have to go," The Winter Soldier appeared ready to go, however the lack of muzzle and facepaint indicated that this was no regular field mission.

"Where to?" Sung questioned, her gaze flickered to the other HYDRA agents on the range.

The Winter Soldier continued to stare at Sung only. "Pierce, he has a new mission for us."

Sung frowned ever so slightly and looked down. A deep sigh left her lips. "Let's go then." Sung pushed herself off of the shooting balcony and took one step towards the soldier out of time, without looking back Sung raised her arm and shot a bullet. The nearly headless target was killed once more and Sung stalked off to the desk where she had to return the gun.

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Moments later, the two assassins stood in a dark corner of Pierce's apartment. The Winter Soldier had taken a seat in a chair and had laid a gun on the table, the handle turned to where Pierce would sit, as he was trained to do. Sung leaned against the wall behind the seated soldier, she had her arms crossed and tapped her fingers against the green fabric of her jacket.

Alexander Pierce strolled into his kitchen and opened his refrigerator. He took out a carton of milk and started pouring himself a glass. Just then he spotted his two favourite assets lurking.

"I'm going to go, Mr Pierce," Pierce's kind cleaning lady called from the living room. "You need anything before I leave?" Renata asked.

Not taking his eyes off of the two in the corner, Pierce called back. "No. Uh...it's fine, Renata, you can go home"

"Okay, night-night!" Renata quipped back cheerfully, a smile in her words.

Pierce didn't look away from the duo in the kitchen. "Good night," Pierce mumbled back. The door fell shut behind Renata. "Want some milk?" Pierce gave a coy smile to the soldier who hadn't known choice in a few decades. The man's piercing blue eyes then settled on the Russian assassin who supposedly was not in control. Pierce received no answer and strode towards the table. "The timetable has moved. Our window is limited. Two targets, Level Six," He took a seat in the free chair across from the Winter Soldier. "They already cost me Zola. I want confirmed death in ten hours-" Pierce was interrupted by the smiling voice.

"Sorry, Mr Pierce, I...I forgot my phone..." Renata trailed off as she noticed the two lurking figures in the shadows. Now whilst Sung could pass for a simple acquaintance or friend who had come over, the Winter Soldier was a different story completely, he was still in his suit with an exposed metal arm and a gun on the table.

A tsk came from Pierce who shook his head slightly, he looked at the gun on the table. The handle turned to him for easy access. "Oh, Renata," His eyes met Sung's and he jerked his head ever so slightly towards Renata. "I wish you would have knocked."

Sung whipped out a knife from the back of her belt. She tossed and twirled it so she had the perfect grip before throwing the knife at the cleaning lady who had made a run for the door. The knife dug into Renate's back and she fell down with a gasp. Not wasting a second, Sung walked over to the whimpering woman and took the knife out of Renate's back and used it to finish Renate off in a quick and clean manner. The first throw had already been fatal, no need to elongate Renata's suffering.

"I hate getting my hands dirty," Pierce sighed and took a sip from his pure milk as Sung wiped her knife clean on Renata's cardigan before resheathing it. "Take care of the body will you?"

a/n
ahhhh we're back!!! it's been ages since i've written for sung and i'm so
happy to have her back. my precious baby assassin. there have been some
major story changes, sung's early story in the marvel universe was always just
going to be mentioned because it wasn't big. yet i have now decided to include it
lol, because i'm going to miss her. though sung's story was originally supposed to start
in age of ultron (back when i thought of this story in 2019) i've decided to start at ca:tws,
then have a tiny portion of age of ultron to move on to black widow and beyond. this way
we can finally see sung's hydra days and her days as the winter soldier's handler hehehe.

anyway, be sure to vote and comment as it really does mean a lot to me!
hope you enjoy!

-v

funny post

pleaseee— just an arts and crafts agent in charge of aesthetics lol
date published: 21-05-2023
word count: 4086