Hi everyone! Welcome to the short preface of my new Marvel story, Disfigure! Disfigure is part of a larger Marvel Cinematic Universe group of stories I have called The Salvation Series, which I will eventually upload here. Right now only Disfigure and Better (my Tony Stark) fic are posted on Wattpad, but I want to bring them over here since I know this is a platform a lot of people use to read fanfiction. I have a tumblr in which I discuss all of my characters and you can find it at fleetwoodmcs. . This is just a short little snippet of what's going on in Katherine's life pre-Steve awakening from the ice. I hope you all enjoy!

Agent Baker, stop.

Arrow after arrow released from the bow, embedding themselves into the flesh of people she didn't know. Sometimes she felt guilty about taking lives from HYDRA Agents. What if they had families? Someone waiting for them at home? Who was she to determine who lived and who died? But she stood there, no trace of what made her Katherine Baker left. She was Silhouette, the agent S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury had found in Sweden when she was barely ten years old, orphaned and alone in the corner of her childhood home with the bodies of her parents and brother strewn around her in the cruelest form of massacre.

Agent Baker, stop this. They're gone.

Silhouette, who had vowed that day to find the person responsible for that day, the day when she was huddled in the corner of her house begging a God she didn't believe existed anymore to bring her family back. Silhouette, who had closed herself off until the strong and solid man with the eyepatch held his hand out to her and promised to teach her how to defend herself. Silhouette, who worked hours upon hours to build muscle and train until she could dispose of three, six, ten men in the blink of an eye. Silhouette, who had never felt more far away from Katherine Baker than she did just then, arrows still flying even with the calm voice growing incessantly louder demanding her to stop.

Agent Baker!

The bow was ripped away from her, and she could feel someone gripping her shoulders and forcing the arrows on her back to the ground. It wasn't enough. It wasn't satisfying enough to see the three HYDRA Agents on the ground, well past showing signs of life. It wasn't enough until Natasha Romanoff was twisting Silhouette's body (not Katherine Baker, Katherine Baker could never do this) around to face the other direction that Silhouette even noticed she was crying.

Fury, I've got no idea what's happening to Agent Baker. You've got to get her out of the field for a while. Find her something else to do.

She sat in the plain and drab beige room, her breathing barely making noise compared to the shuddering breaths he was letting out, lying there in the same position she'd guaranteed he'd been in for at least sixty years. The noise of the old baseball game didn't even register through her brain. All that registered was that maybe, just maybe, she'd been Silhouette for so long that she didn't even know who Katherine Baker was anymore, but the man in front of her needed to know who she was. He couldn't rely on just Silhouette. He needed the girl behind her, too.

Agent Baker, what do you know about Captain America?