Dancing In The Dark

In the shadowed corners of a world forged by war and secrets-where monsters are made and men are broken-one name burns brighter than the ice: Harriett Potter. And she is no hero.

She's what's left when a prophecy devours innocence and leaves something sharper behind.

Witch. Weapon. Mistress of Death.
She doesn't save the world-she hunts the ones who break it.

James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier.
A name buried beneath programming and pain. But his heart remembers what his mind cannot: a red-haired child he spared in a rain-soaked London alley in 1986. She should have died. Instead, he let her live-a decision he wasn't designed to make. The marks they share spared her life. Even in the eyes of a child, she saw something HYDRA could never erase: a man worth saving.

A woman who fights for a man who cannot fight for himself, and of a weapon who dares to chase the light.
Through resets and bloodshed, through the scream of the chair and the ghosts of who they were, one truth remains:
Harriett Potter is his witch. His weakness. His salvation.
And he is hers-always, in every life, in every war, no matter how many times they fall.

Good thing Harriett has accepted her fate as Death's chosen. Because now, she's not alone.

Move over, Director Fury-there's a new team on the field.

The Hellhounds don't play by the rules.
This isn't redemption. It's retribution.
And for those who prey on the innocent, there will be no mercy.
Only blood.

He who hesitates... disintegrates.