The Crimson Ghost (Steve x Reader)

Prologue

As your tired feet wandered through the hot desert, you hear what sounds like a jet. You don't feel like turning. If it's them. If it's HYDRA, you don't want them to know you're scared or worried.

You had finally escaped. After everything in DC, they looked to you, for you to be the next 'asset'. But you didn't want to. You were tired of their bullshit. And when the wiping machine was ruined during an attack by some group called 'The avengers', you decided to just kill your guards and leave. They didn't have anything on you, you used to have a friend there. But she was killed when you failed a mission. They didn't have any leverage on you, so they couldn't force you, and without the machine, they couldn't wipe you.

You looked at your arm. You had marked 13 lines with a marker. 13 days in the desert. You were exhausted. Last time you drank something, was 9 days ago, when found a cactus.

You used your combat knife to puncture it, and let the cactus juice flow into your hands. You filled up your bottle and started walking again. You run the into a coyote, and had to fight it off. You drank the rest of your liquid afterwards.

You had blisters on your feet. Your skin was badly burnt, but during the cold night in the desert, thanks to HYDRA and their super serum, you healed. But not entirely and your throat was drier than the desert itself.

The jet was closing in, and you started to think of your option of they captured you again. Would you kill people for them? or would you deny them and make them so mad that they killed you quickly in rage? A quick death would be nice about now. You hadn't been sleeping long during the nights, in case animals attacked you. 3 hours each night you slept and walked the other 21 hours.

Maybe you could make them give you chocolate for killing people. You hadn't had chocolate since 1978, when you were 6 years old,when they kidnapped you, because you showed 'potential' and strength. They trained you to kill. They gave you the name "Crimson ghost", since you were unseen, and you left everything in a bloodshed, it was also some character in a horror movie from the 40's. You had been in their fucking freezer they called 'Cryo', for 13 years, not all at once, but damn, 38 years without chocolate? How were you still alive?

You hear the jet land behind you. Your feet fail you and you fall. You hear footsteps in the sand, coming towards you. You closed your eyes in exhaustion. The last thought to cross your mind before you blacked out was; information, for chocolate.

Then everything went black.

(A/N: Hey, so I'm continuing this story when I'm done with "Not my brother by blood". I really hope you guys like this one. I have many ideas for it.

-Isabel)