| Small, precious, and innocent is what a little girl is. But put her through darkness, fire, and torture and she with turn into your worse nightmare. |
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"I was programmed to kill."
"But you can control it."
"How? How do you know I can co...
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Freedom was a new taste for the girl. She had never been out of the compound since she was thirteen and now at the age of twenty three, she was out, breathing in the fresh air and walking around the people like a normal civilian. The problem was the cost for her freedom. She had orders on who she has to kill, on who she would have to murder in cold blood, an innocent.
She had a mission to go after the notorious Steve Rogers, otherwise known as Captain America. He was needed for HYDRA and the girl didn't need to know why, but she wanted to know. She knew if she was to ask the leader anything about her mission and why she should have to kill him, she would be dead herself.
She walked down the streets of New York, after the whole alien invasion happened there was a lot of construction of trying to fix up the city. Her eyes caught sights of many clear wrapped areas that held the corpses of the army that was left behind and the girl rolled her eyes, rolling her shoulders as she heard her phone ringing.
She lifted it towards her face, seeing an unknown number pop up as she answered and listened carefully. "Steve Rodgers is found near Central Park. Take him away from the scene and then take him down." The voice stated, the girl looking over the large park filled with many people and she nods her head.
"Got it." She muttered and hung up quickly, shoving her phone in her pocket and walked over towards the park, getting ready for her mission.
She looked around for the man, trying to find blue eyes and blonde hair with a body of string build. She sat down on a park bench, her eyes scanning the area as she looked at her phone, finding the photo of Steve Rogers.
She then looked up and found the man, her heart racing as she figured out what she had to do. She had the plan all played in her head while she went over to the man, walking behind him and just as she was looking towards the other way, digging through her purse, she smacked into his back, falling backwards while she gasped.
"Oh, I am so sorry ma'am." He told the woman, her brown eyes looking up at him and giving him a small smile.
"It's fine, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." She told him, using her sweet southern accent as his eyes scanned over her body, checking her as if she was a threat or a fan. The girl grabbed her stuff that spilled from her purse and she got up while moving her hair out of her face.
"Well, that's alright." He told her, a small smile placed on his lips while the girl held out her hand.
"Um, I'm Savannah. Sorry again Mr.?" She asked, waiting for him to take his hand into her own as he chuckled.
He took his big hand into her small one, feeling the calluses over her palm. "Rogers. Steve Rogers." He told her, the girl taking her hand away.
"Well, Steve, it was nice bumping into you, but I really must be going." She stated, pulling up her purse over her shoulder and walking away. She dropped her smile, walking towards a small coffee shop and watching the man until she knew exactly where he lived and his daily routine of being an Avenger.
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So here we have a small little meeting and soon she will try to kill Captain America. Please leave a comment, vote, and follow. Thanks.
