Fight Like A Girl

CHAPTER ONE

The Alaskan Bush, USA. 2012.

She was running, God how she was always running, she let her mind fall silent and her heart race with the pounding rhythm of her boot clad feet as she blazed up the heavily snow covered trail without a care in the world. Her head of thick mid back length curls flew around her wildly but she didn't care, not even when they flew into her face abstracting her vision for a few moments before flying in another direction. Her inhuman colored eyes glowed lightly beneath the treetops she ran under as she steadily made her way up the steep hill with only a slight physical resistance, she finally reached the top where it opened up into a gigantic crater like area she breathed heavily but relished in the way the sun's rays warmed her chilled bare skin. If people could see her they would call her insane, standing in a black sports bra and a pair of black spandex shorts paired with heavy wool socks and dark brown combat boots. Her skin was covered with a light sheen of sweat which was impressive since she had been physically pushing herself for four hours straight, that same skin was littered with countless scars and several tattoos all over her bare flesh, the most eye catching scar you could see from this angle was one that dug deeply across her her hip bone ripped up through her toned abdomen, through the valley of her large breasts ending at the spot just behind her ear lobe. Her most noticable tattoo at that moment was the realistic black and grey snarling wolf that covered her left side from her thigh up to just under her arm, the wolf's eyes just happened to match her own.

An other worldly yellow that had a ring of smokey black around the Iris and had a ring of rich vibrant brown around the pupil that all seemed to blend together seamlessly. Her towering figure stood at 6'0 even easily and her physical shape was strong and capable with a very defined hour glass shape with supple curves in all the right places that left little to the imagination beneath her skimpy work out gear. Her pierced lips pulled back into a humorless smile as she stood close to the edge of the crater looking down into the bellowing depths with adrenaline still spiking lightly through her veins, looking up at the sun she threw her arms out towards her sides and pushed off with her feet letting the fall take her.

If someone asked her, when did she ever feel truly free, she would give a random well thought out none personal little bullshit statement of that would satisfy their curiosity, because no one ever got a genuine, personal, truthful response from Tayla Kane. She knew better. You never let people get close enough to learn what made you, you, you never let them learn the truth behind who you knew you were or what made you tick, because if you did, you could die. She could count one one hand the people she legitimately trusted, she could count one one hand the people who she truly respected and valued, she could count on two fingers the number of people who ever truly knew the fullest extent of who Special Agent Tayla Kane is.

She could count on one finger, the only person who had ever known, the only time Tayla ever felt free, was when she was falling.

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Poking the log in the fireplace she dazedly watched the little embers float through the air as the fire blazed and engulfed the wooden logs, she pulled her knees up in front of her chest and she focused on her breathing, she focused on remembering, not memories you see, but in fact knowledge. She knew that she was alive. She knew she was safe and she knew that tomorrow was a new day full of new opportunity. She could go any where she wanted, at any time, as any one she could imagine. She had the connections all over the world, she had the money she had stashed a long time ago in case she ever needed it. She was ok, she was gonna be ok, shaking her head she leaned back against the wood flooring of her tiny cabin in the woods hidden away so far away from people and civilization no one would even imagine a young woman of only twenty-five lived out here all by her self.

Her silk like ink black curls looked tinted with the burnt-orange of the roaring fire, her yellow eyes were engulfed with the living reflection of the flames but she didn't seem to mind the slightest if anything the light of the fireplace seemed to make her appear even younger.
Childlike, almost. It was funny to think of a woman like her described as childlike, to be described as something pure and innocent when in all honesty she had never truly been such things. Not even as a child herself.

She had just about dozed off when she heard the unmistakable beeping of her off grid, satellite cell phone she had stashed in a crate by the front door. Faster then humanly possible she was ripping things apart and throwing them about untill she pulled the phone, which resembled a highly advanced touch screen blacked out iPhone, and she saw the red flashing dot on the screen. Only a hand full of people, the same hand full of people she trusted, had this number.

She tapped the red dot with a deep breath that left her in a whoosh as she had a single message.

A message from Director Nicholas Fury.

They found him. - N.

That wasn't possible. That couldn't be. Dazed, and nearly panicking she stumbled to the small bed she had and knocked stuff off of a small wooden box before flinging it open and pulling out two items, a very old but well cared for laminated picture of a group of men all standing beside one another with goofy smiles on their faces, only one face out of the group held her gaze as she stared down at the black and white photo.

She didn't need modern photography to know the man she stared so heavily at had blue eyes and blonde hair or that the suit he wore was red, white, and blue like the American flag.

She didn't need to have ever met the man to know that the photo didn't do his smile any justice, what so ever, or that he was an artist before he was ever a soldier.

She didn't need these things to know this about the man for her Grandfather and Godmother had so long ago told her absolutely everything one could know about the heroic him, about the man who was the very reason she herself had at one point joined the Army and become something greater in order to project those who didn't possess the power to fight against dangers far greater then one saw every day.

Captain America was alive, and Fury knew that by telling her this that SHIELD was gonna need to get ready.

Tayla Kane was coming back.