The girl ducked through a low doorway and emerged into a poorly lit room.

"Heil Hydra," she said, and a light flickered on.

"Project X," a man said in Russian.

She turned her head to look at him.

"Did you kill Captain America?" he asked.

"Nyet," Project X whispered, looking at the ground.

"What?"

"Nyet!"  Her voice rang sharply around the small room.  She looked up and stared directly at the empty wall before her.

"You have failed me then?"  The agent began to circle her.

"Nyet.  Not yet."

"You have!"  He stopped in front of her.  She refused to look at him.  "Answer me again.  Have you failed me?"

"Da."

"You will not fail me again, will you, Project X?"  He walked over to her and touched her chin, raising her head in a gesture that was meant to be tender.  She flinched.

"Nyet."  It was as much an answer as a protest.

"Now, listen to me," he said, running his hand over her cheek.  She looked away.  He grabbed her face and wrenched it so she was looking at him.  "Listen to me."

She glared up at him.  He lowered his hand.  "As soon as they figure out who you are, they will go get the Winter Soldier.  You are to kill both Captain America and the Winter Soldier and come back to me.  But not before, understand?"

"Da."

She turned to go.

"You will not fail me this time, will you?"

"Nyet.  I will not."

She could hear the smiled in his voice when he said, "Heil, Hydra."

"Heil, Hydra."

Project X ran out the door and searched for a new place to hide.  Her eyes fell upon a huge building, reminiscent of a Greek temple.

Perfect.