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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"This is it." Steve said as they all got out of the truck.
"The file came from these coordinates." Adelaide said, putting the tracer in her pocket.
"So did I." Steve said.
"Mysterious." Adelaide wiggled her eyebrows jokingly.
They broke into the camp, searching around for the building that might contain their desired file.
"This camp is where I was trained."
"Change much?" Natasha asked.
"A little."
"This is a dead end." Adelaide said, dropping her arms in defeat. "Zero heat signatures, zero waves, not even radio."
"I guess whoever wrote the file must have used a router to throw people off. What is it?" Natasha asked Steve as he began walking towards a certain building.
"Army regulations forbid storing munitions within 500 yards of barracks. This building is in the wrong place." Using his shield, Steve broke the lock and opened the door.
In the dark room, Adelaide found the light switch. "This is S.H.I.E.L.D." She said, noticing the logo on the back wall.
"Maybe where it started."
They walked into a back room.
"And there's Stark's father." Natasha looked at the picture of a guy with dark hair and a familiar mustache.
"Howard."
"Who's the girl?" Natasha asked. She stood before a portrait of a woman with dark hair and red lips, Adelaide remembered that most woman wore bright red lip stick when in the army.
Without answering, Steve walked off. He stopped at a wall of empty shelves.
"If you're already working in a secret office," he pulled on it, revealing a hidden hallway, "why do you need to hide the elevator?"
The password was an easy obstacle with the more advance technology they carried.
"More and more dark rooms." Adelaide pointed out as they walked in.
They walked in, the elevator closing behind them. Fluorescent lights turned on as they got closer to the monitor ahead.
"This can't be the data point. This technology is ancient." Natasha pointed out.
She was right. It was a room full of old tapes, copying machines, and loads of files.
"Well, that would make us antiques." Adelaide looked to Steve. "Okay then." She sighed when he did not give into her humor.
When Natasha found a place for the hard drive, more lights came on, revealing a room full of recordings that started to spin.
"Initiate system?" An electronic voice read the words on the screen.
