HAIL HYDRA

Captain could already feel the dark circles under his own eyes, the weariness inside bones caused by the task which left them in the middle of nowhere and a bubbling irritation aimed at no one but HIMSELF.                                  It was supposed to be a smooth operation,                                                        with AN EASY target.

But what Steve didn't expect was a man in a metal armor and a woman who left her own name on the Winter Soldier's tongue                                       - THEY were the real reasons of that failure.

His eyes snapped back to the wreckage of HYDRA's helicopter, leaving Rogers with the thought that from now on it was just HIM with nothing but a GHOST of the KILLER, before once again the view of The Soldier filled Steve's eyes.

" What ?! Why are you looking at me like that, huh ?   It wasn't my goddamn fault that you couldn't kill the red one.   And look what YOUR hesitation did to US!"

Hell, Rogers knew it wasn't the asset's fault that they ended up here, with no comunication, no transport and no more ORDERS, but for sure he won’t take the whole responsibility for this HELL.                                                 but shouldn’t he ?

With a heavy sigh, Captain checked the mobile's signal again.

The newest asset could feel the captain’s eyes on her. Clearly, the brunette was made of the raw materials HYDRA needed for their next best, after they’ve successfully created the Soldier, and the Captain. Not to mention the escaped Widow. 

There was NO TRUST, for everyone was a wolf in sheep's dress. There was NO TRUST, for it was a HUMAN REFLEX and they were just MACHINES ready to comply. There was NO TRUST, for it meant that THE WEAPONES had their own minds, had THE REASON to be alive....                           but the REAL world knew, they were ready to DIE                           to accomplish tasks.

That's why also THIS TIME there was no trust in Captain's eyes, as soon as they embraced the female body. She was not a human being, even if the flesh was REAL.

                  And life taught Steve one thing:                                                Even war machines break down sometimes.

This weapon was NEW. Not for the man's eyes, as he saw the woman a few times before, when she trained with the Winter Soldier. No, she was NEW for Steve's hands and now he needed to LEARN how to USE this machine, how to be in CONTROL.

The task was simple: have a training session, get ready, find, eliminate, clear the tracks and return.