The heavily trained woman ran towards the infiltrators, making herself ready for a fight. She knew she was alone in the shadows, it was early in the morning and all the other people were sleeping, after the mission they had finished yesterday. Only she was awake, as she had trouble sleeping or anything that gave her some rest.

The alarm had gone off, but stupidly enough the doctors had taken down the soldiers into a deep slumber, so they were unable to hear the alarm. Only she, the person they didn't drug, noticed the beeping noise before anyone else did. 

Her team was now being awoken, yet she had already ran off to wherever the infiltrators stood. She knew exactly where, seeing the map of this building before her eyes she understood the only logical place for them to be was in the middle of the building, which consisted only of a hallway. There was no going back anymore, therefore she ran faster and faster.

She noticed the red and blue colours of a suit, ran straight towards it before her vision was blocked by a sudden black dot. A metal arm shone in the light of the lamps, making her aware she was in the presence of her captain, yet she was ordered to kill anyone she saw, except when told not to.

She attacked, silently, unseen by the hero yet noticed by the enemy. She aimed at the person America knew as their captain, missing her own leader by only an inch. The knife she threw penetrated the man's skin, and the person flinched, yet decided to keep the agony to himself.

Her captain had spotted her, came running towards his soldier he didn't even know he was the leader of. His movements were quick, solid, deadly, though they seemed a bit unsure of what he was doing. He hesitated to punch her, which was a stupid choice.

She found the pressure point in his neck, pushed her fingers against his skin with full strength and watch the unbeatable fall to his knees. Not because she was stronger, she just was smarter than the average assassin, knowing his knees would automatically give up.

She shoved him against the wall, his blue eyes staring at her in complete shock. She took that as a compliment, knowing he didn't lose a fight that often. His metal arms swung at her, but she dodged it before it could hit her face. His feet were kicking, his chest rising like crazy. But he didn't stand a chance to this new Winter Soldier.

After a possibly fatal movement of her captain, she decided to do him a favour. Before the man could make another move, she had already knocked him unconsciousness, making it easier for the both of them. His eyes closed, his body turned limp, yet she made sure he wouldn't fall, holding him against the wall tightly.

She disabled his metal arms with a high-tech weapon she stole from her last fight with Iron Man, not understanding exactly what it did but knowing it would cause him harm, and that was all she cared about. With great ease the small blue dot was placed on the metal arms, before the electronic device died. It was unable to move or do anything at all, so now all her captain head were his legs and his one arm.

She took another knife that she held in her pockets, pushed it through the bicep of her leader and pinned him to the wall. He hung there, bleeding, yet it was not enough. She searched her trousers for the sharp piece of "rope" she had been given, tied it across his throat and attached it to a nail on the wall.

Barnes was now unable to do anything, as the "robe" would choke him if he stopped standing on his toes. The knife had just missed an artery, with every wrong movement he made, the knife would get closer to that exact artery and he would bleed to death. Thereby the assassin was unable to make any big movement, and she only had to take down his "what seemed to be" friend. 

The Russian awoke from his slumber, and immediately understood that he had to stand on his toes to survive. And when he did, he became even taller than the soldier that was causing him this torture. He tried to move his arm, giving the knife the change to come closer to the artery. His scream filled the hallway, yet nobody came for help.

She turned around to the hero, who was lying against the wall, as the poison worked its way through his veins. Though the poison didn't last for long, and it would not be the man's death, it made the hero shiver from coldness, sweat from the warmth his body was producing and groan in agony.

She walked towards him, grabbed his throat and pushed him against the wall, choking him as he tried everything to regain his breath. Yet she didn't want to kill him, which explained why her grasp wasn't as strong as usual. Though she had been told to kill the intruders, they were her captain and his friend.

'Cука (bitch),' Barnes said in Russian as he was now completely conscious and aware of his surroundings. He groaned in pain, after having insulted to trained soldier in front of him. He decided to speak Russian because after all, they were in Russia and he wanted her to understand every word he said.

She turned around; her eyes were watching him, full of guilt after he said what he thought of her. She seemed actually sad after his insult, and dropped Rogers to the floor, hoping to fix her mistake by letting the hero flee from her grasp.

'L- language,' the captain of America said, chuckling in pain as it seemed to be an inside joke only they understood. But Barnes wasn't paying attention to his best friend, as he, again, tried to break free from what the woman did with him.

Another scream filled the room, the knife came closer and closer and the "robe" suffocating him slit deeper into his throat. She turned around, revealing a series of numbers on her neck. There had been many more, and every last one of them had been numbered.

Suddenly, Barnes came with an idea, it was full of risks and he knew that his best friend wouldn't like it. But it was all they could do, as none of them found themselves able to fight. So the assassin opened his mouth, his Russian accent fleeing his lips, giving a hint of agony underneath those hated words.

'Желание (longing),' the metal armed soldier said, his eyes growing wide as he said his own trigger words. His Russian filled the room, but he didn't care how loud he said the words he hated, he just cared about that split moment when his best friend realized what he was doing and begged him with his eyes to do it.

Her eyes watched her captain torture himself to get her to listen. Yet he didn't know she already was listening. She didn't even flinch when the word reached her, but instead she ran to the assassin and pressed her hand on his mouth.

'Those are not my trigger words, captain,' she said in English as she knew it would make the conversation a lot easier for her leader. Barnes looked at her, surprised as she asked him not to become the soldier HYDRA created with such proud. And he was even more shocked by the way the soldier talked to him, calling him her captain, being honest with him and not wanting him to endanger his true personality again.

Therefore he locked the Winter Soldier in his head again, his eyes not breaking eye contact with his own soldier. He was still trying to figure out why she called him captain, and he so dearly wished she had just mistaken him for Captain America, which never happened but still. It was all he could think of.

She stepped away from Barnes again, giving him enough space so he could hang there, hurting and in agony. She took her place in front of the blond Brooklyn boy, taking out her dagger as she was sick of waiting for her team to arrive. Though she was not planning on killing the hero, it wouldn't hurt to doctors to have some of his blood, which would help them make even better soldiers.

'You don't have to do this,' Barnes said. He hated talking sense into someone, knowing he worked better with knifes and bullets than with his tongue. Though giving this new tactic Rogers taught him a shot wouldn't hurt, hopefully.

The woman stopped moving, stared into his blue eyes and smirked, her HYDRA side was stronger than the actual woman beneath those layers of scars and fear. She didn't put her dagger away; she only glances at her captain as she understood he wasn't pleased by her doing.

'I do, captain,' she replayed, her lips curling into a smirk as Barnes best friend fell to the floor, shaking like crazy as the poison swelled his veins. Barnes had to watch how Rogers shook and screamed, unable to help. But the woman ignored the screams coming from behind her back.