FATALITY

1

"GET ME OFF THE GRID."

Nicholas Fury shouted at his car as he tried to lose the rogue policemen. While he had been driving down the street the Washington police had attacked him.

His car was nearly destroyed, windows shattered, and bullet holes all around the car. Director Fury was certain he was in the clear, having lost all the policemen as he sped down the roads.

However his heart quickly sank as two men stood in the middle of the road, unmoving. Each having all kinds of guns strapped onto them.

The taller man had hair that went to about his jawline, a mask covering everything below his nose and a pair of goggles hiding his eyes. He wore a dark colored outfit, his arm catching the Director's attention even in the tense situation. His left arm was completely made of metal, a large red star engraved into his shoulder.

The other boy was slightly shorter than the other, his hair not as long but it was still clear that neither man kept up with their appearance. Although he did have on a similar mask that covered his mouth and nose, he didn't wear goggles. Deep black circles under his striking blue eyes as they pulled into a stiff glare, even from behind his shattered windshield the Director could make out the piercing color. This man wore similar dark clothing to the first, but something set him apart from the stranger with the metal arm. Instead of just his arm, the blue eyed man's left leg was completely metal along with his right wrist that had the same star carved into it.

Nick Fury could tell something was different about the two men. They way they stood, the way their eyes trained on him as if they were computers following through with what they had been coded for.

As Fury's car continued to speed up, there was no time to stop when the taller of the two shot something at his car. The miniature bomb attached itself to the bottom of his van, sending the car flying in the air.

The two stepped back and watched as the car landed on its roof, smoke filling the air as his van crashed.

The longer haired man stomped over to the car, ripping the door off the hinges with his metal arm. Only to find no trace of Fury in the car, and a hole burned into the road where he had once been.

"Now what?" The shorter haired boy gritted out, his tone gruff and scratchy, muffled through his mask.

"I'll take care of it."

STEVE ROGERS WAS IN A HURRY.

Having just narrowly escaping the corrupt SHIELD agents, and leaving an important flash drive behind in a hospital vending machine. The Captain was, in the most understated form, in a rush.

The night before Director Fury had been shot in Steve's apartment. The Captain chased down the shooter, a man with a metal arm and a mask that covered his mouth and goggles for his eyes. Fury had told Steve not to trust anyone, going to the hospital and ultimately dying after he handed the man the flash drive.

Steve walked up to the vending machine, panic sinking in as he realized it was no longer inside.

However as he saw Natasha Romanoff's reflection in the glass, he quickly became angry. He shoved the red headed woman into the closest room, slamming her against the wall as he pulled his hoodie down.

"Where is it?"

"Safe," the woman told him calmly despite his clearly unraveled demeanor.

"Do better."

"Where did you get it?" Natasha questioned the blond, almost upset he wasn't letting her in on, what was obviously, something important.

"Why would I tell you?" He fired back, not knowing if he could trust his friend.

"Fury gave it to you. Why?"

"What's on it?" Steve nodded his head at the woman. Natasha looked up at the man with raised eyebrows, almost in confusion.

"I don't know."

"Stop lying," he tightened his grip on her shoulders.

"I only act like I know everything, Rogers."

"I bet you knew Fury hired the pirates though. Didn't you?" Natasha gaped at the Captain. When Steve had found her on the ships downloading shield files while they were supposed to be rescuing hostages she knew he was upset. She didn't truly think he would figure it out, Fury was good like that. He covered his tracks most of the time.

"Well it makes sense. The ship was dirty, Fury needed a way in, so do you," her face pulled into a sharp glare as Steve shook her again.

"I am not going to ask you again."

"I know who killed Fury," she told him softly. Natasha watched as Steve's face slowly dropped, his grip going slack as she began to speak. "Most of the intelligence community don't think they exist. The people who do call them the Winter Soldiers. They've been credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years."

"So they're a ghost story."

"Five years ago I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran, somebody shot out my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff, I pulled us out, but the Winter Soldiers were there. I was covering my engineer, so they shot him straight through me." The red head lifted up her shirt to reveal a small scar above her hip. "Bye bye bikinis."

"Yeah, I bet you look terrible in them now," Steve subtly rolled his eyes as he teased her.

"Going after them is a dead end. I know, I've tried. Like you said they're a ghost story." She held up the flash drive with pursed lips, watching as Steve's eyes trained onto the object. Something that Fury was willing to die for, and the Captain had no clue what was on it.

"Well let's find out what the ghosts want."

But little did Captain America know, it was a ghost story he knew all too well. And one he would be remembering far too soon for his liking.