Nazarov

[1 - Target Practice]

*eye roll*

    "You know I'm still mad at you for leaving me on our last mission." The Winter Soldier rolled his eyes.
    "You know that it wasn't a two man job, and you were...busy." It was now Morana's turn to roll her eyes.
    "It clearly was a two man job because he got away from you." She pointed out. His face contorted into a frown.
    "Yeah well, we have a second chance to get him. So suit up, wheels up in 10." He walks down the hall to the helipad. Morana slips into her full body suit that consisted of tight black material that clung to her skin, gun holsters on her thighs, heeled boots that went up to her mid calf and a belt with her calling card, a green spider, a lynx being impaled upon Hermes' caduceus. Her dark hair fell around her in waves and her eyes smudged messily with black makeup, making her green eyes shine. She grabbed her weapons, two glock 26s that slid into her dual thigh holsters, a sniper rifle slung over her back and a knife in each boot. Morana left her room and headed to the helipad where her partner was waiting.
    "I see you've decided to use some of my make up today, it's a good look." She sniggered. He just rolled his eyes and got into the chopper.
The murderous duo jumped from the chopper onto a roof next door to their target. Morana handed the Soldier her sniper rifle and he set up, aiming the bullet through a 5th floor apartment window. As they waited, nothing happened and Morana began to sense that maybe they had bad intel when the light flicked on. She saw a shadow moving and heard classical music being played.
    "Eyes up, it's go time." The Soldier's finger hovered over the trigger as a tall, blonde man came into view, holding a large round dish. Across from him sat Nick Fury, their target. He rose from the chair, wincing in pain every so often, courtesy of the Winter Soldier, Fury slowly made his way towards the blonde man, inching closer to the window and his inevitable death. As soon as he was in the line of fire, the Soldier fired three shots into him, each hitting Fury in the back and ripping through his flesh. He fell to the ground and the door was thrown open to reveal a pretty blonde woman holding a gun. She knelt down next to the fallen director and the second she called for backup, Morana slung the sniper rifle onto her back and the assassins jumped off the roof and began to sprint away. They jumped from roof to roof, running through offices, doors, walls and destroying anything in their way. They ran towards the edge of the last roof when a loud whizzing sound could be heard from behind them. The Winter Soldier stopped and caught the flying disk with his metal arm, shocking the thrower and allowing enough time for Morana to open up a green portal beneath them. The Soldier threw the disk back at his owner, occupying him for a second whilst the assassins jumped from the roof and into the portal. They landed in the secret HYDRA base's science lab as the green magic closed behind them leaving one very confused attacker on the rooftop.
The Winter Soldier shed his tactical gear and weapons before sitting on his chair so the HYDRA scientists could check out his arm. Morana chucked her sniper rifle onto the bench before jumping up and sitting on it, proceeding to take apart one of her handguns and put it back together again. The short lived silence was broken by the doors opening to reveal Alexander Pierce and his HYDRA, sorry, "SHIELD" agents. They walked in, Pierce looking at both of them before opening his mouth.
    "Mission report." He said gruffly. Without looking up, Morana answered him.
    "The mission was successful." Pierce's eyes snapped to her.
    "Did I ask for a mission statement Nazarov? No. I asked for a mission report." He walked close to her, trying to intimidate her. In the blink of an eye, Morana had clicked her gun back into place and leapt from the bench to stand nose to nose with Pierce. The agents behind him all raised their guns at her, which she slightly smirked at.
    "The mission was a success Pierce. Three bullets entered Nick Fury's body. There's no survival chances for him at all. And don't ever try to intimidate me again, because it won't work, but it will get you into a bit of trouble." She growled. Pierce glared at her and waved for his agents to put their guns down.
    "You work for me Nazarov, so I wouldn't go making threats." Morana just laughed.
    "I may work for you now Pierce, but I won't always, and I can assure you, the second our contract ceases to be valid, you will be nothing, but a bug underneath my designer combat boot." She glowered at him, emphasising her t's and Pierce's gaze faltered. He turned her back on her and looked at the Soldier.
    "What she said." The Soldier said simply. Pierce growled before turning his back and stalking out of the room, his entourage following suit.
    "Bug underneath my designer combat boot?" The Soldier laughed. Morana smiled.
    "C'mon Sarge lets go." Morana picked up her sniper rifle and waited for the Soldier to pick up his belongings before they left the lab and began the walk to their area of the base.

Later on, the two deadly assassins sat on the Soldier's bed, in their pajamas, eating pizza while watching Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back.
    "Hey Sarge, can you pass me the pizza box?" Morana asked, emphasising how she couldn't reach it. The Soldier rolled his eyes but moved it closer to her nonetheless.
    "Hey, Morana?" The Soldier asks. Morana hums in response.
    "Why do you call me Sarge?" Morana turns her attention to her friend. Due to the constant brainwashing torture that HYDRA put him under, he was often asking questions like this, wondering about things he feels like he should know.
    "Well, when I first met you, you didn't have a name. You were found deep in the snow where no one should have survived, but you did. When they brought you in, you had some dog tags on your neck. They were scratched and broken beyond repair but the one thing we could read was your rank. You were a sergeant in the army and since we didn't know your name, we called you sergeant, but sergeant was a bit too formal for me so I started calling you Sarge." She explained. In the beginning, Morana felt dead guilty for lying to her friend, but HYDRA insisted that he never know who he really was or it might undo all the work they had done on him, so she obeyed, telling him a fake story with some truth in their occasionally. Truth like how he was a sergeant in the army, and how he was found in the snow and no one expected him to survive, he did come into HYDRA with dog tags too, only they were perfectly intact. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes of the 107th, presumed dead when he fell from a train on a secret covert op run by the American army's intelligence team and executed by Captain America and the Howling Commandos. He was put under cryo-freeze for a long time, HYDRA waking him and wiping his memory as they see fit. Over the years, Morana grew more and more un-okay with the treatment that HYDRA forced upon her friend, not that she was in a position to do anything about it.
    "So I don't have a name?" Sarge says quietly.
    "You do have a name. We just don't know what that name is." She replied sadly. Sarge turned his attention back to the movie, not pressing her with anymore questions. His curiosity didn't last long, barely 10 minutes had gone by before he turned to her again.
    "Morana, where are you from?" He asked. Morana was taken by surprise, this wasn't a question he usually bothered her with.
    "I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me." Sarge said quickly, noticing her discomfort.
    "No, no. I'll tell you, you've just never asked me that before." His bright blue eyes gazed into her own.
    "I was born in Russia, I was an orphan so I was adopted into a program run for the training of young women, called the Red Room. I was trained there until I was 18, learning everything, how to use a gun, knives, swords, how to endure torture and extreme amounts of pain, how to interrogate people and get what I want, I was turned into a living, breathing weapon. I was raised an assassin." Sarge looked at her shell-shocked.
    "You're Russian?" He asks. Morana nods.
    "Then how come you don't have an accent?" Morana laughs.
    "I do have an accent, a very thick accent, which doesn't always help when I'm trying to blend in and not be noticed." She says in her native accent, letting her Russian heritage take over her words.
    "Wow. it's beautiful." Sarge said sincerely. Morana looked away uncomfortably.
    "Yeah, well like I said, I can't exactly walk around sounding like Mother Russia." She said sounding American once again.
    "What happened to you after the Red Room?" He asks.
    "After I graduated from the Red Room, I joined the ranks of HYDRA, and I rose through the ranks pretty quickly. Like you, I had scientists do some tests on me, try to enhance my abilities as an assassin, and it worked. I can now manipulate the molecular structure of anything around me." Morana lifts her hand and proceeds to lift the crumbs from the empty pizza box with glowing green light, altering the density of the food particles.
    "It's how I brought us here. I manipulated the molecular structure of space, creating like a black hole that allowed us to travel straight to HYDRA's base." Sarge looks at her in awe.
    "That's amazing, you're amazing." Morana smiles at him and they both turn to face the old TV once again to watch the rest of Star Wars. Morana ended up leaning on Sarge's chest as she drifted off to sleep and Sarge watched her, looking so peaceful as she slept, not planning their next kill or doing HYDRA's dirty work, just peaceful sleeping, like she didn't have a care in the world, but of course, she had many.