(This Story is an alternate/remade version of ''The Falcon and The Winter Soldier''. Flag-smashers do not exist in this book. )
Antonia Rachman, a weapon. Used and lied to all her life. When the blip occurs, her life starts to take a turn in a diffe...
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A Fire Needs Fuel To Burn
What makes a fire burn? Why doesn't it stop? Everyone has a dark side. It just needs to be lit up. Let me be a little bit clear, Darkness is the fuel and a specific moment is a match stick.
I've given it my all, to stop. I can't. I won't. I need this, we need this. Alek is just a kid, he doesn't deserve this. I've put him through hell, yet, he still loves me as his sister. I wanted to help him. He's stubborn. What should I do?
I've grasped it, the life we needed when half the world turned to dust. Alek had friends his age and I did what I've always loved to do. The bow and arrow. My specialty. I was taught it during my time with hydra. I'm the best archer yet. Or at least, that's what they say.
Black Death, they fear that name. They say he's a demon. They tell children stories about them to keep them from staying up late or going out alone. Death, the devils weakness. Puts anyone at his feet. Lady Archer? Female assassin who loves the bow and arrow. Watch out, she'll stab you in the back. Lastly, Death arrow. Fatal gaze. Nobody survives him. I'm a woman damn it.
When half the world came frolicking back. Everything changed again. Slowly started going back to the way it used to be. It was too risky now. So, we fled. We ran away again. Now, we must run and hide. There is no other choice.
Oh, you haven't had the pleasure of meeting me? Antonia, Antonia Rachman. BLACK DEATH
