Full Summary: Olivia Pierce decided to run. She was tired of her father, and the work he brought home with him. But what she didn't count on was her father being part of a secret terrorist organization from the 1940's, or that he had access to possibly the most dangerous man on earth. Olivia soon figures out she's being hunted by a ghost incapable of feeling, or is he? She tries to crack the rough exterior of the Winter Soldier, but what she didn't count on was that their futures were more entwined than she thought.

So this is just a teaser for an idea I have going. I know, you're thinking why are you writing a third story? Well, Iron Skye is going to be on hold for a while. Probably until Civil War comes out on DVD. I don't know if I'll get another chance to see it, and from watching it once, I honestly have no idea what I'm going to do. So, I need to watch it a couple more times, get things all figured out before I start writing Iron Skye again.

This one is not going to be for the faint of heart. I'm just going to put that out there. This is different than what I usually write. I don't know if I'll post it on here for content reasons, but it definitely will be updated on Ao3. It's going to be graphic, and full of the most morbid things my mind can come up with. Torture, Violence, rape, all of the above. So just prepare yourselves.

And if anyone would want to avoid it, the chapters that contain rape are: 10, 11, 12, 13, 15 mentions it briefly, attempted in 28, attempted in 44, 47, and discussed in 48.

Yeah, it's a bit excessive, but I wrote this fic for me to deal with some shit that's happened in my life. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it. And I sure as shit don't need your opinion telling me it's wrong to write about how I feel and finally get shit off my chest, even though most of you won't read this and comment anyway about how sick I am. Yeah, thanks for that.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize.

Olivia Pierce had spent most of her life under her father's control. Her mother had died not long after she was born, leaving her in the care of her father, and older sister. Her older sister left as soon as she graduated, though, leaving Olivia to fend for herself. Her father loved order. Control. He wanted Olivia to be the perfect daughter, perfect soldier. But Olivia wasn't having that. She was a free spirit, like her father said. Her mother had been the same way, always looking outside the box, instead of staying inside where her father wanted.

Olivia knew her father had a very important position within the government, but he hadn't ever told her exactly what it was. She supposed he was sworn to secrecy to a point. He kept his home office under lock and key, and she guessed alarm system. He never spoke of work, but he did bring it home with him. Always in the form of the STRIKE team. She knew them well. She always made it a goal to be out of the house when they came over. She hated the way they watched her, like she was a piece of meat and they were hungry dogs. And, of course, her father was blind to it. Or at least he acted that way.

She knew her father had people following her, watching her every move. But she had really cracked when she found the chip in her phone. Something fishy was going on, well beyond her father just wanting to keep an eye on her to make sure she was safe. So she broke into her father's office when he was gone one day. She was wrong about the alarm system, but most of the desk drawers were locked. But she'd practiced picking locks just for this moment, but she wished she had never looked. Stayed naive to everything. Then maybe her life would have turned out differently.

She pulled up a file on the computer, reading through the plans, something about SHIELD, helicarriers, Project Insight, and HYDRA. She sat back in the leather chair. She knew about HYDRA, the Nazi science division, but she thought it had disbanded after WWII ended. But now apparently her father was working for them.

She left the office in a hurry, packing a backpack before slipping out of the house, driving her car to the nearest train station, using the money she'd saved up to get a ticket as far away from D.C. as she could go. She ditched everything her father could possibly track her with, wanting to ensure her safety.

Alexander Pierce got home late that night after dealing with the recently reawoken asset. He was surprised to see his computer on when he entered his office, a file open on screen. The file for Project Insight. He pulled up the surveillance video, watching his daughter enter his office and pull up the file. She left in a rush, leaving the house in her car. He pulled up its location, the D.C. Union Station. He called in STRIKE, sending them to the station to find his daughter.

He was angry when they returned empty handed.

"She was already gone, but the clerk said she bought a ticket to Cleveland. She could be halfway across the country by now." Rumlow said.

Pierce was standing with his back turned, staring down at his desk. She now was aware of critical information, and on the run. She could bring down the entire operation before it even started. She could reveal their existence, play hero, try to have them shut down before they succeeded in their plans. He needed her back in their hands now, and he didn't care what shape she came back in.

"Send the Asset."

"Sir-"

"She knows. We need her contained now."

"Why not just send STRIKE after her?" Rumlow asked. "We're very capable-"

"I know how capable your team is. But my daughter's always been a free spirit. Much like her mother." Pierce said, staring down at a picture on his desk. "It's time she was restrained. Taught a lesson that I failed to teach her."

"He'll break her."

Pierce turned, staring at Rumlow, a small smirk on his face. "Indeed he will."