The Winter Soldier and The Red Angel

Bucky's POV:
Nat peeked, barely dodged another bullet. "I think that's The Red Angel," she muttered, sliding into position beside me.
I glanced at her. Red Angel?
"Didn't think she was real," Nat continued. "Thought she was just a myth. Supposedly trained in the Red Room. Or maybe Hydra got their hands on her first - no one really knows. There's talk she was an experiment. The kind that leaves a trail."
She shifted again, moved to another position as the others kept the woman busy. I followed, covered her flank.
Then Nat said the part that stuck with me:
"Thing is... she should be old by now. But the way she moves? Doesn't look like any grandma I've ever seen."
(...)
Nat: "What the hell was that?"
I didn't answer. Couldn't. I was staring into the smoke, my fists clenched. My breath shallow.
"Someone I might've known," I finally said, voice low. "Someone they might've used me to create."

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