Traceur

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(A/N: above is a crappy drawing a made on my tablet plz enjoy)

(Will probably edit it later)
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Autumn's POV.
I pull on my uniform under the hawk-like watch of the guards and that one nurse that's always there, tending to my wounds or just watching me change.

Strange, but I'm used to it.

I pull on my combat pants, then my combat shirt, then a bulletproof vest...in the end (without a complete explanation of all my layers and weapons), I'm dressed up exactly like Winter. The idea was for Winter to have a smaller replica, but when all the young men died in HYDRA's care, I was nominated Autumn Soldier, and had my first injection of the super-soldier serum.

Considering I've taken backseat in mine and Levi's headspace for the past four years, I'm kind of lost on what's going on. Everyone's looking at me like I'm a traitor or something. Maybe Levi killed someone she wasn't supposed to? Or maybe...she ran away?

No, I shake my head out of these thoughts, don't think such awful things. Levi would never betray us...

But, then, why would she beg me not to kill?

...

I shift anxiously towards Winter, who ignores me. Did he get wiped again? I hope that doesn't happen to me. It hurts a lot. But, I guess the fear of being wiped is what keeps us in line, along with the fact that we have a job here. One job: to make the world peaceful and perfect again.

"Target sighted," Winter grumbles into a walkie-talkie, and I focus on the mission. We're standing in the middle of a street, with Winter carrying a bazooka-looking gun, which shoots a small, metal disk, that will magnetically connect to the bottom of the target's car. Spoiler alert: it's a small bomb, which will cause a controlled, small explosion that will send the vehicle flying. However, the explosion shouldn't reach the driver...I hope. We need to kill him ourselves.

"Target sighted." I focus on the road in front of me, and narrow my eyes on the black SUV barreling towards us. My mask constricts my breathing, but I wouldn't have gasped anyways. I've faced worse than this.

Winter levels the gun, then pulls the trigger. In a blink of an eye, the disk is shooting towards the SUV, ricocheting once off the road before disappearing under the vehicle.

Success.

The back of the car explodes, and Winter and I step to the side, avoiding the sailing SUV as it tumbles hood-over-rear across the tarmac.

While Winter stalks towards where the car will land, I nimbly jump onto it as it passes, cartwheeling across the metal body as it rolls to a stop. Before it stills, I swing down from the top and land two yards away from where it comes to a halt, then begin stalking towards it. The front of the upside-down SUV is facing me, and I narrow my eyes as the African American man inside takes out what looks to be a laser pointer.

What is the purpose of that?

Winter passes me as I slow, using his bionic arm to tear off the passenger door. But, when we crouch down to look inside, the man is gone, a mere, sizzling hole in the pavement left where he was supposed to be.

"Follow his tracks," Winter growls, standing. I eyeball him.

"That was not part of the mission."

"Follow him!" He demands again, and this time, I merely nod before sliding into the car, ignoring the shards of glass from the broken windows that are digging into my arms. I squirm into the small hole, then drop down into the sewers.

Time to find the target.

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Two miles. Two miles of trekking through the foul sewers before I come upon the blood-splattered exit ladder.

Praise HYDRA, I thank, scaling the rungs. That stench was stomach-turning.

I heave myself out of the literal hole in the ground, then follow the tracks he left, also known as the crushed glass that he had in the clefts of his boots, and the small droplets of blood from his wounds.

I follow his path to an everyday apartment building.

His home?

I check the windows, and see that the coast is clear, before walking inside myself. The hallway is void of security cameras, as is the elevator. I watch from a distance as he basically drags himself into an apartment, before turning on a record player and settling himself onto a loveseat next to a lamp. I do my calculations, and determine that the wall behind him is cheap (which isn't too hard to tell), so therefore easy to penetrate...and it would be a shame not to use my sniper rifle...

I break into a random apartment, then use the fire escape to jump onto the roof of the building behind the apartment complex. I situate my gun, and watch through a small window as a blond man enters the apartment.

A lover?

He and the target converse, while I load the rifle and aim precisely. The target seems to be showing the blond man something on his phone, and I almost roll my eyes.

These are your last moments, and what are you doing? Showing people stuff on your electronic devices. Why don't you kiss him goodbye, because your life will end in...

Three...
Two...
One...
Shoot.

The bullet slices through the wallpapered wall as easily as a knife cutting through butter, and stains the target's clothing with blood.

More! I have to make sure the target is eliminated.

I shoot twice more, then dismantle the rifle quickly and sling it over my back

I have to get going. If I'm caught...

I don't even stop to safely get it into its holster on my back; I book it, running towards the opposite edge of the building.

Suddenly, I hear a whistling noise and jump, twisting around and holding my hands up to my chin. The shield that was lobbed at me sinks into my palms, and I spin in midair, landing on one foot and turning to the man that threw it. I then flick my wrist, throwing it back at him. It hits his chest, although he grabs it before it can deal too much damage, and stares at me in shock.

I continue running, then jump off the building, my short hair flicking behind me.