The Night We Met | Steve / Bucky

sixteen - look what you made me do

Revenge.

Katherine's motive was revenge. Katherine didn't hesitate to leave the Avengers Compound. She sported a black baseball cap, shielding her face, leaving the sleeping Steve in her bed. She crept from her room, making sure not to wake anyone. The sun was far from rising, so she knew she had some time to get away. 

She travelled on foot, not bothering causing havoc by stealing a vehicle. She wished she could say goodbye to the rest of the team - but she knew that they would sway her to stay. And she needed to be alone. She needed revenge.

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Months had passed. Katherine felt her more herself than ever before. She didn't answer to anybody, she was alone. Katherine made her way throughout the United States and proceeded to Europe where she left a trail of HYDRA agent's bodies. Some were burned beyond recognition, some were thrown from the tallest buildings, some were beaten to death and some had slit throats. All in the name of Katherine Stark. 

Katherine travelled through Germany to Poland through Belarus to Russia, then through Ukraine and found herself in Romania. She had left a long trail of bodies, so tried her best to be on the move. By the time six months had passed, her victims had gotten word of her spree and went into hiding. 

She easily found Vasily Karpov hiding in Ohio, one of the first on her list of HYDRA associates. But when she arrived at his hideout, she found him hanging upside down, drowned in a sink of water. She felt defeated that he was dead before she got a chance to lay her hands on him. She removed the water from the sink, spilling it to the floor beneath her feet and continued to slit this throat anyways. 

After six months, she found herself in Romania, looking for hiding. There was someone on her list that she needed to come face to face with. Someone that she wasn't sure if she wanted to see again. He had been a mere memory for a long time. 

It was early afternoon. Katherine travelled through the markets in Bucharest, Romania. It was quite loud, the locals selling their best produce for what they could to support to growing families. High rise apartment complexes stood tall above the markets, housing the locals and tourists. The markets sat on the pathway along a bust street flowing through the center of the city. Katherine had seen a lot of the world while serving HYDRA but never got to truly see it. Katherine sported denim shorts, a loosely fitted white shirt and wore her baseball cap. She carried her backpack on her back, now carrying several weapons she collected over the last several months. 

Katherine had made some money and bought an apple from a market stand, paying two euro for it. The woman selling her fruit was much appreciative. Katherine didn't need her money. She was getting by just fine. Katherine bit on her apple, looking around at the local atmosphere of the markets in Bucharest. The sun was hot, causing Katherine to sweat. She felt hot and sticky, the tight cap on her head not helping. 

As she continued walking, she heard a heavy set of footsteps behind her. The streets were quite busy with tourists, locals and heavy traffic beginning to build up on the street, so she didn't think much of it. Judging by the general footwear of the people of Bucharest were wearing, mainly runners or sandals as it was quite a hot day, these footsteps sounded heavier as if the person was wearing heavy boots. Katherine continued with her pace, the footsteps keeping the same pace. 

Katherine inhaled, knowing something was up. But she didn't panic. She continued her stroll through the markets, admiring the different produce for sale. Katherine then turned a corner, going down an alley between two of the buildings that overlooked the streets. The shade was lovely, giving Katherine a chance to cool off from being in the direct sun. The footsteps proceeded behind her. Katherine took one last bite of her apple, reaching down the front of her shorts and pulling a pistol and quickly turning around, aiming the pistol at her pursuer.