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This was a joke, right? It had to be. He was just hazing her because she was the new girl on the team. Right? Just pulling her leg...playful banter among...teammates? Besides, why would Bucky actually be interested in anything she had to offer? A college girl that was still shedding her baby fat and loaded with baggage the size of Brooklyn? Great, just what a man like him dreams of. Hah. No, it was just a joke and she was only going along with it because, duh, who wouldn't want to have first hand sparring training with The Bucky Barnes?

And she was doing a damn good job at it, too. So far she had only lost her shoes and one sock, but she had pinned Bucky moments ago and now he was taking his shoe or something off as well while she took a moment to grab a drink. While she was proud of herself for the accomplishment and patting herself on the back for it, she was also freaking out and trying to understand how she had even managed the seemingly impossible task.

Calista had a mixed set of feelings at the knowledge that Thanos had been taken care of by the Avengers. She was relieved that she’d never have to be under his thumb again, sad because he was all she’d known as a parental figure as cruel as he had been since she was very young, and terrified that he would somehow find his way back and be furious for her part in helping them.

She’d been informed that she would be staying with Steve Rodger’s from here until Shield determined she was fully trustworthy. Not that she could blame them, it wasn’t full freedom but it was better than being in a cell wasn’t it? Or at least she’d find out soon enough.

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The last thing she remembers is the fall and searing pain. From there, the world moves on. She sleeps, unaware of her preservation, unaware of the intervening years.

In her bare form, Nessie rushed to tuck the last of the Christmas gifts under the tree as she heard the key sliding into the doorknob. Her and Hayden's relationship was not typical but it didn't mean she didn't enjoy it, nor take pride in being his to use in exchange for a place to stay. She reached up adjusted her brown hair beneath her Santa hat before getting down to her knees by the back of the sofa. She smiled when Hayden entered, an enthusiastic, "Merry Christmas, sir," leaving her lips.

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Naomi Njambi Makena Fisher, Or Nao' for those who know her best or closely- was one Hydra's premier, each generation of Hydra Serpents. They were Hydra's elite Super Soldiers, widely known for their uniquely individualized yet generally manipulated augmented abilities. From who their familiars are to produce the best genetic diversity of genetic makeup in the children to produce the best and brightest for Hydra's purposes. Such a product was Naomi, daughter of Hydra's largest benefactor as well as the public face of the organization. The father handled the above-board businesses and investments. The mother handled the backside of things, the underground work that went into maintaining and fostering relationships within the massive organization as well as those outside whom Hydra wished to reach out. Naomi was selected due to her natural abilities as well as her beauty. To serve under the general was an immense honor. She slipped into a white dress that barely came up to her knees. She had done her hair and even shaven her body till it was bare, and waxed the remains. She prepared herself mentally before sitting in the back and relaxed. "Good Evening, General. My name is Naomi Fisher, I was sent to you and I am ready to be of service." She had an accent, that wasn't American, but if he could pick it apart, East African hints. She took a little bow, as she displayed herself. both arms, legs, and back had tattoos intricately woven. Her deep black skin held a mix of black and white tattoo ink that reflected perfectly. She had her bag full of documents as well as other things incase he did not wish to get to them.

See you in a minute. Last words Natasha ever said to Rogers before she went to the soul realm. Fast forward to to couple of months later, she was back on Earth, a bit of a faze but she managed to get back to her apartment, wasn’t there anymore and she had to go to someone place and see what was going on.

Any remnants of her homeland had been stripped from her body that morning, and hint of her Germanic roots. Not that it mattered. The men in Roman uniforms had slaughtered her family, taking what they wanted, burning the rest. All because they refused to kneel to an Emperor.

The man who approached her now was handsome, yes, but it did little to ease her worries. FanndAs looked away, ashamed to be on display in such a way. As she did, the man holding the chain yanked it, snapping his wrist. “Head up, slave! Look at the man.”

With tears in her eyes she looked at him, wondering what would become of her now.