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 Sure enough we were soon pushed through double doors, coming face to face with the red skull himself.

"Arrogance may not be a uniquely American trait," He said as he walked out from the shadows. "But I must say, you do it better than anyone." He moved to face Steve rogers, coming rather close to him. "But there are limits to what even you can do, captain. Or did Erskine tell you otherwise?"

"He told me you were insane." Steve said in retaliation. I had to commend Steve for his calmness, I was burning up sitting this close to the man responsible for Bucky's death. I was ready to grab a knife and jab I tin his throat. I wanted nothing more then kill him in this instance, this close but with still a mile in between us.

"Ah..." Schmidt said as he looked over Steve, seeming to contemplate the comment. "He resented my genius, and tried to deny me what was rightfully mine. But he gave you everything. So, what made you so special?" Steve laughed a little as he faced the man he hated more than anyone else, holding his composure happily, seeming to play with the Red Skull.

"Nothing. I'm just a kid from Brooklyn."

Johann Schmidt was not as skilled as the Rogers man, quickly reacting out of anger. He swung, hitting Steve in the face repeatedly, unable to accept Steve's answer. Anger boiled inside me, growing more with each hit the Red Skull placed on my friend, until Steve was on his knees coughing up blood. Still Steve held his composure, forcing his back straight as he looked up at Schmidt.

"I can do this all day." He said with a smirk.

"Of course you can, of course. But, unfortunately I am on a tight schedule." Schmidt pulled out a gun, glowing with the same blue aura the other advanced weapons had. We heard spikes planting on the wall just outside the massive window in Schmidt's office. He looked to the noise as I smiled, nearing the time I would finally be able to get my hands on him.

"So am I." I heard Steve say as he flipped one of the guards holding him. I hooked my hand cuffs on the hydra goons hands, swinging my legs inferno of me before bringing them down in full force, rooling under the man as he hit the ground hard. Steve already had his guards taken out. He quickly broke my cuffs as the windows shattered next to us, three of the Howling Commandos entering with they're guns drawn. Steve and theHowling Commandos joining us started taking out Hydra goons as I took off after Schmidt.He made it into the hall before grabbing a knife from my side, throwing it just to graze his cheek. I wanted his attention, I wanted him to see me and know Bucky's name before I killed him.

"You should practice your aim if your going to play war little girl." He said as he faced me, blood starting to drip down his face.

"James Buchanan Barnes. He was one of the many, many people you killed in your search for power." I said as I walked towards him. I pulled another knife as I neared him, which would prove to be a mistake. Schmidt pulled a hand gun, quick to aim it at my stomach, getting one shot off as I hit the wall behind me.Whit hot pain torn through me as. I put my hand against the gun shot wound next to my hip.

Schmidt was already up and running away. I to off the bullet srap across my chest, emptying it outbeform ripping it. I tied it around my wait, also putting a little but of cloth against my injury.

"What happened?!" Steve said as he caught up to me.

"He's getting away."I said as I stood. Up, trying my hardest not to show any of the pain.

"Are you good?"

"I'm fine, lets go." I said as we continued down the halls. We flew past other soldier fighting, trying to help them without losing the Red Skull. It was horrible, the new Hydra weapons reducing our men to nothing but ash in a single shot.

Captain America and I caught the Red Skull's train, Steve jumping in front of me with his shield to block the shots from the Red Skull. Up ahead we could see him slip into a door starting to close. Steve threw his shield ahead, blocking it perfect as another man with a flames thrower came into view. I pushed Steve to the side for cover against a pillar.

Suddenly there was gunfire followed by an explosion that must've taken out the flame thrower. We moved forward, finding a group. Of men being lead by Agent Carter.

"Your late." Steve said as he walked up to her.

"Weren't you about to..."

"Right." We took off running again, I went under Steve's shield as he pulled it out to push through. We finally caught up to him, trying to do something at a switchboard. I looked at the room, one wall covered in glass that reveal a massive indoor Aircraft hanger. On the terminal below was one especially massive plane, which must've been the one they were planning to use to destroy New York.

"Bullets don't slow you down?" Schmidt said as he saw me. "You'll be fun to slice open." I pulled out a knife and wrapped my arm around the Red SKull's neck, ready to stab him. Suddenly I could hear Steve struggling with someone else, just before someone had ripped me off of Red Skull, but not before I wedged the knife upwards in the Red Skull's ribcage, making it harder to pull out.

The man who had pulled me off pistol wiped me before pointing the advanced weapon to my face.

"NO!" Steve screamed as a blue aura surrounded me. This must be it, it didn't hurt like I thought it would. But suddenly I wasn't in the control room for Hydra's underground hanger, somehow I was in a room with more Hydra soldiers and a man in a lab coat.

"What the hell?!" One of the yelled as the trained they're weapons on me.

"Stop!" The man in the lab coat said as he emerged in front of the men.

"Doctor stay back!"

"She just appeared in the hidden room that the American's don't even know is here. She must've teleported, she will be of great use to Hydra's cause."

"She could be dangerous!"
"She's injured."

"Doctor!" The man in the lab coat walked towards me, coming to my level as he put his hand under my chin. I put my face out of his way the best I could before he jabbed something into my collar bone. Thoughts suddenly escaped my head, my eyes growing heavy before I fell into the doctors arms.

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