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Everyone knew the Winter Soldier. The name, uttered in hush whispers, terror, and half-belief, gripped the intelligence community like a vice.
But behind him hovered a presence that no one dared to acknowledge. A ruthless and uncatchable force, shrouded in rumor and speculation so thick that no one could even agree on the color of her eyes. Her name was an echo that resounded like a song in the wake of the destruction she wrought, swift and fleeting.
The Nightingale.
The one who trained him. Shaped him. Honed him into the ghost-assassin that the world would remember.
So they could then forget her