The Soldier

Chapter 1

(A/N) hey!!! Alright so this is the second book. The first book, if you didn't know, is called The Bandit ( a captain america fan fiction)

I would advise that you read that one first or this won't make sense.

So enjoy the first chapter the next one will be up hopefully in one or two days!

Enjoy!

-Leah

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Steve's POV.

" Steve you can't do this." Natasha argued.

I shook my head and looked back to packing my bag.

" I've got to Tasha. I know she's alive." I said. I was convinced that she was alive.

Ever since I saw her coffin empty, I got that burst of hope.

I was going to find her.

" but Steve-" I cut Clint off.

" no Clint. I need to find your sister. I know she's out there."

" but you don't even know where!" He protested.

I shook my head and hoisted the bag over my shoulder and pushed past them and towards the elevator.

" there's nothing you can do to stop me." I said sternly.

Tony and pepper were gone to their house in Malibu, while Bruce, Peter and their girlfriends went out somewhere.

Thor and Loki were back in Asgard and that left me and the others to suffer, her death.

" we could umm...we could uh- stop you!" Jake burst out.

I turned slowly, frowning at them disapprovingly.

" jake just let him go." Nat said, holding him back.

I nodded my thanks to her and walked into the elevator.

Just before it closed I said one word before the door shut.

" goodbye."

I made my way over to my motorcycle and started the engine, driving down the street.

While I stopped at the red light I thought for a moment.

Now, where do I begin?

UNKNOWN POV

I need to escape.

I said over and over again in my head.

The cycle of the brainwashing was over for the night and I was in my cell, chained to the wall, my hands above me and my feet dangling.

How did they expect me to sleep like this?

The only way for me to escape is next time the brainwashing ends. Or wears off.

Then it'll be time to show the powers I haven't used for three years.

Since I died.

It was almost dawn. Through the familiar crack in the wall, the sun was peaking through slightly.

That meant the time was drawing near for me to be pushing into that horrible place again.

I don't know my name.

Don't know my past.

I only know the future.

I know I have a past.

I know I died because they told me.

All the good things, how they rescued me.

I thought they were the good guys.

Or more so..evil.

But it turns out theirs two sides of evil.

I'm on one side their on the other.

The door banged open and he walked in again, his goons ready, with their oversized glasses and huge lab coats.

They scurried closer to me and stuck multiple needles into my bear skin.

Then my vision started to go blurry.

Don't forget.

My conscious whispered until I was sucked into that horrible, retched world once again.