Bucharest. It wasnβt the first time she was in Romanian capital, but it sure had changed since the mid 90s. Yet, Erika was able to navigate the streets easily. She wasnβt sure what brought her here, but something drew her to this godforsaken city, one she had managed to avoid for over two decades. He was good, she had to give him that. Hard to track, but not impossible to find. While she had managed to escape HYDRA years ago, she still kept tabs, eyes and ears everywhere, and those lead her here. Where she found him.
For two months, sheβd been shadowing him, keeping a safe distance, learning his almost none existent routine. Until that day. Straight after the bombing of the UN in Vienna, the released footage spread across the world. The Winter Soldier killed the king of Wakanda. But Erika knew better, but what good would her word be? Another ear at the CIA got her the info she needed a few days later. They were coming for him, knew where he was. Someone had ratted him out. Bucharest was swarmed with police forces from all over Europe to catch the deadliest assassin of the 21st century, and she couldnβt let that happen.
She managed to trace him back to his apartment, and for a second she wondered how the hell she was gonna go about this. Until she picked up on footsteps on the roof, the sound of German chatter on their radios. They were already here. So, she improvised.
Kicking down the door, she glanced around the seemingly abandoned apartment, and she prayed that he wouldnβt see her as a threat.
βSoldat, we need to get out of here. Theyβre coming for you. Now.β
