Control | S. Rogers [2]

TWO

CHAPTER TWO

     THE SIREN PACED BACK AND forth on the building, feeling like she needed to do something with the time. She was slightly behind the ledge of the building but her partner was on the edge of it, a sniper resting on the ledge and his eye peering through the scope.

The night was now in full motion with the moon shinning brightly in the middle of the sky. Black Siren paused for a moment and looked up. The stars twinkled at her as if they were waving and she laughed quietly.

Moving ever so quickly and so much, the blonde woman never had time to admire the things mother nature has gifted mankind witg.

As she watched the stars twinkle, she couldn't help but feel like she had been there before, in different circumstances and with someone else.

She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of the soft breeze, it playing with stands of her hair.

And then she focused on a memory, feeling like something was trying to break through.

She breathed deeply through her nose and exhaled through her mouth. She felt her mind almost slow right down and focus on this one thing.

The moon was casting down light on the city as a blonde woman sat on top of a tall building. She was focused on the sky and the peacefulness that time gives. She didn't have any distinctive features but someone else was with her, laying silently besides her. It was a woman, with short orange hair and she had her hands behind her head as she watched the white stars twinkle.

Her eyes snapped open and she found herself glancing around the rooftop, looking for someone other then the Winter Soldier.

And she fell into thought as she looked to the floor.

Did she just remember something that supposedly hadn't happened?

"Target locked," the soldier's gruff voice stated, snapping the siren back to the mission.

She glanced over to the building and narrowed her eyes to the two figures. One was the target she had came across that day but the other was someone Black Siren didn't know if she knew.

He stood tall and from where she was standing, she could tell he had a strong build and blonde hair. She could see he was holding something circular, assuming it was a type of shield, but that was all she could describe from her place.

Without another word, gunshots echoed through the night and the Siren gritted her teeth.

"I told you to use a silencer," she scolded, making the soldier glare at her with his charcoal concealed eyes.

"I don't take orders from you."

He jumped to his feet without another word and slung the sniper rifle over his shoulder, securing it against his back.

He turned to the siren and began walking away when the window, he just shot at, shattered. The Siren snapped her attention to it and saw the blonde man jumping the gap, landing in the building across from the hotel.

She groaned and took off, the soldier close behind her.

The siren couldn't help but be annoyed because she knew it was the moonlight shinning against the Winter Soldier's metal arm. She declared then and there it was weakness but probably one of the only weaknesses for him.

Black Siren could hear smashing and crashing under them, signalling the blonde man was destroying a lot down there as he tried to keep up with the two assassins.

The building was beginning to end and as Black Siren's boot hit the ledge she leaped through the air, feeling like she was almost flying. But it was cut short when she rolled across the rough roof and continued to run, hearing glass smash behind her again.

As she approached another ledge, the Siren glanced back to see the circular disc flying towards her at rapid pace, giving her only a few seconds to see the silver and red that decorated it, when the soldier shoved her behind him and stuck out his metal arm.

The disc slammed right into his palm and the Winter Soldier caught it easily, his eyes glaring at the man on the other side of the rooftop with his other arm protectively in front of Black Siren.

That moment seemed to last forever and Black Siren could see that there was a slither of fear or confusion in the other man's icy blue eyes as he watched the two. His eyes met hers and she easily kept her emotionless expression, not breaking eye contact,  despite the few strands of hair that was dangling in front of her grey eyes, until the disc travelled the distance again.

Not being able to look back at the man, the soldier wrapped his arms around Black Siren and threw her off the building, following soon after.

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THE SIREN'S BOOTS CLACKED LOUDLY against the hard surface as she stepped through the long halls of the Hydra base.

Her mind was racing as it struggled to process that she somehow remembered something. She shouldn't, she couldn't, so it confused the assassin tremendously that she could remember that even after a wipe.

"Soldier?" she spoke up, pausing with the man stopping besides her as well.

His metal arm creaked as it fiddled with the rifle in his grasp, but he still glanced over to the Siren, his charcoal covered eyes meeting her masked ones.

"Do you ever have the feeling of remembering, something from before the electic shocks..." she asked softly, lowering her voice dramatically.

She knew she wasn't suppose to be able to, but she trusted the soldier not to tell anyone else. But a lot of her was wondering whether he could remember things as well or if it was only her.

And the look in his eyes was telling her he was confused.

"Like... You have memories but they don't feel like their yours?" she elaborated, unsure of how to explain it because it was a weird feeling.

The feeling of remembering something that apparently never happened.

"I don't understand what you're asking," he stated, the confusion evident on his face. "I'm sorry."

The Siren let out a defeated sigh and nodded, knowing he had probably been wiped recently unlike her. In other words, if he did have memories that were blocked, they were far too gone for him to know of them.

Giving up she turned on her heels and continued down the hall, the Winter Soldier close behind her.

But her mind kept remembering that one moment and she felt the urge to find out who the red haired woman was, find out whether she was an ally or foe.