About

The alarm is still echoing somewhere behind you when the cold hits your face. You're out. Bleeding, breathless, standing in the dark outside a Hydra facility with no clear idea what direction is safe. But the worst part isn't the cold. It's the noise inside your head - flashes of a blond man's laugh, the smell of coffee in a Brooklyn apartment, a name you keep almost saying. You don't know if those are your memories or a story they planted to test you. Then headlights cut through the dark. A figure steps out. And something in your chest does something your training never accounted for.