Losing him was blue, like I'd never known
Missing him was dark gray, all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know
Somebody you never met
Adelaide Herrmann has so many secrets and is good at hiding all of them.
Only one person knows the real Ad...
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"What are we doing at the hospital?" Adelaide asked, following Steve through the hallways.
"Just give me 10 minutes." He stopped at a vending machine.
Adelaide tried not to be obvious about looking over her shoulder, a habit that had become second nature.
Natasha walked up to them.
They all huddled into a nearby room.
"Where is it?" Steve demanded.
"Safe."
"Do better." Steve told Natasha.
"Where did you get it?" Natasha asked.
"Why would I tell you?"
"Fury gave it to you. Why?" Natasha asked again.
"What's on it?"
"I don't know." She admitted.
"Stop lying."
"I only act like I know everything, Rogers." Natasha said.
Adelaide checked the halls one last time. "The hard drive?" Adelaide asked. They both ignored her.
"I bet you knew Fury hired the pirates, didn't you?"
Adelaide scratched her forehead, accepting she was not in on their secret, but knowing it was about the hard drive.
"Well, it makes sense. The ship was dirty, Fury needed a way in, so do you." Natasha explained.
"I'm not gonna ask you again."
"I know who killed Fury."
"Nat." Adelaide cut in. She slowly shook her head. Steve looked between the two of them.
"Most of the intelligence community doesn't believe he exists. The ones that do call him the Winter Soldier. He's credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last 50 years."
"So he's a ghost story." Steve said.
Adelaide sighed. "He's the only other super soldier from Hydra. And he's entirely real."
"She's right. Five years ago, I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran. Somebody shot out my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff. I pulled us out. But the Winter Soldier was there. I was covering my engineer so he shot him straight through me."
Natasha lifted her shirt just enough to reveal the bullet wound she carried as proof.
"Soviet slug. No rifling. Bye-bye bikinis."
"Yeah, I bet you look terrible in them now."
"Going after him is a dead end. Every tries, everyone fails. Never ends well." Adelaide said, her arms folded and her head hung.
