Weapon Seven

Part I

(A/N IF IT'S BOLD IT'S IN RUSSIAN THANKS)

The sound of sirens going off. That's the sound I awoke to. I was unaware of what time it was. Time was a privileged I rarely received, I was to never know the time unless it pertained to a mission or meeting place. My mind was fully awake and alert within seconds of being startled, it was a trick I learned after 17 years of relentless training and killing. The sirens alerted to intruders in the base. My cold cement cell was doing the brunt of the work of muting the noise but I could still hear gunshots and screams over the blaring sirens.

I dragged my sore and swollen body up and sat on the edge of the thin cotton sheet on top of the wooden plywood and metal bed frame. The gunshots were moving closer, I would have to guess 80 yards. One Hydra agent would be standing outside of my cell to keep me inside. See, I was Hydra's favorite toy. I was born and raised within these Siberian walls, my parents unknown. I received ten years of scientific treatment and neurological advancements, I was sent on missions for 7 years. I was given no name and no alias. I worked explicitly in the assignation ring of Hydra. I never went undercover or on underground operations. I was given a target, a weapon, and a location. No witnesses. My main goal was to shape political outcomes and elections. Take away the good, leave the bad. I know what I did was wrong, I could see it in the faces of the people I took down. As I put the blade to their throats and they begged for mercy. No mercy was given. 

No mercy was given for the agent outside my cell either apparently as I heard a body slump against the ground outside. The door to my containment shrieked as it was opened, I stood in a fighting stance as calmly as I could, it had been a while since my last combat op.

What stared me in the face wasn't what I was expecting. Two of Hydras best former agents, The Winter Soldier and The Black Widow. James Barnes and Natalia Romanov. The metal armed assassin held a fully automatic assault rifle toward me.

"Who are you?", the Black Widow asked me.

"Weapon 7.", I responded with as much confidence my hoarse voice could muster.

"What the hell kind of a name is that?", The Winter Soldier bluntly remarked in reply.

"I don't have a name," my clear English voice said. They looked at each other then back at me. It was clear they were thinking about doing something. The redhead walked in the opposite direction of the cell while the metal armed man stayed close to the open door of the cell to make sure I didn't escape. I had no intention of escape, I had heard rumors and tales of the greatest assassin duo in Hydra and KGB history. Of course, the duo was separated because of an unchecked love affair. It had seemed the two were now taking out hydra bases and agents, something I had been scheming to do for at least two years.

"Are you an operative?", the man at the end of the gun asked me. I nodded, trained not to use my voice unless asked a question requiring more than a yes or no head shake. He wanted more from my answer, I could tell. His body language was visible even in the dim and dank chamber. His facial expression was hard and almost remorseful like he had thought of something he regretted.

"You have my permission to speak freely.", he said after a moment when he noticed I had been studying him. I thought about what to ask as I heard the footsteps of his other half returning with a set of unidentified footsteps, they were heavy and most likely male.

"We're going to take her with us," I heard the Widows voice exclaim.

"What do you mean we're taking her with us? Where? It better not be the tower, she won't be safe there," The unidentified man said. He was decently tall and African American, English was definitely his first language.