My name was Dawn. Now it's soldier. But that's unimportant. I've found this in a memory. I've been on a mission too long, and I haven't been wiped yet.

But how did I get to this place in life? I should've died. Definitely. I know I'm here. Full of broken memories and to serve.

I was with Steve ("Captain America") and Bucky on that train. Bucky fell into the deep ravine, me following soon after. I was ready to die, lying in the snow. I was tumbling into the abyss of death, when I saw Bucky, who I landed near, get dragged away by 3 mysterious people in long fur coats.

"Hey!" I remember calling out, barely sounding over the loud wind.

I make my way to my knees, and try to stand, before collapsing again. The figures started coming closer. I couldn't move my left arm for some reason. At the time, I didn't think much of it.

I stood shakily once more. Now the 3 mysterious people who've been dragging Bucky around were in front of me, still just a silhouette against the snow.

"Who are you?" I barely whispered, as one of them drew a gun, then a loud bang. And that was that.

That was that.

But here I am. And I have a mission.