it was late in the country of wakanda, the sun having set hours ago. she was awoken not long ago by the very last remnants of hydra and they had only one mission for her: kill bucky barnes. they put it in her brain that he was a traitor, that he had turned on them and was a threat, though telling her such things was not necessary. it was easy to get the youngest winter soldier to do what they wanted. after all, they controlled every single thing she did. she was their tool.
feet slowly carried her towards the mansion at the top of the hill, remaining in the shadows. infiltrating it had turned out to be more of a cakewalk that she thought. the people of wakanda were too trusting of their own people that it left weak spots for enemies. she slipped in through one of the back doors and moved down the darkened halls. footsteps were silent, as if she was a shadow ghosting the floor without a body. ears listened intently to any sort of noise, voices, or signals that might tell her where her target was. and then she heard it. the familiar noise of metal whirring around a joint, the familiar noise of a metal limb. as to why that was familiar, she had no idea.
hand reached into one of the pockets on her pants, pulling out a small, flat smoke grenade. slowly she crouched beside his door and positioned her hand perfectly. one press of the button in the center then the grenade was sent into the room, the familiar pop of it exploding and releasing the gas reached her ears. it would, theoretically, knock him out and then she could take the kill for herself.
