She was a sweet girl, according to her teachers. A bit off in the head, couldn't act like a lady to save her life, but kind enough and stood up for other students. It wasn't often that she actually got into fights, but when she did it was quite alarming. They'd never seen a girl who could be so vicious.

She sat in the doctors office stubbornly silent, a black eye and a bruised cheek and a busted lip and blood staining her face from her nose to her chin, though the bleeding had stopped. Her parents were frazzled, talking to the doctor in mostly coherent sentences- they didn't have any idea what had come over her, only that one minute she was beside them, helping with the shopping, and then suddenly she was fist-to-fist against a man only a bit older than she was and there was blood and oh doctor couldn't they do something to fix their little girl who didn't seem to understand that she was a girl?

Nurse Maryanne Fenton looked over the papers in her hands, all the information about the girl listed neatly in boxes. "I'll have to speak with her to know what I'm dealing with," she began, "but I may know of a program that could help. Still being tested, but we can do so free of charge."

The girls mother fluttered her hands about nervously. "I just don't know what to do with her."

"Then we'll do everything we can."

She opened the door, leaving the worried, tired parents outside. The girl looked up to see her with her not-swollen eye, and she smiled carefully. "Hello, dear," she greeted. "I'm Nurse Fenton. I'm here to treat you."

The girl dipped her head, then offered a hand, the knuckles scraped and bloody. "I'm Alice Donnover. A pleasure to meet you, m'am."

"And you, dear." Fenton sat on her stool and leaned in closer to get a good look at the injuries she sported. "Your parents tell me you're almost twenty-one."

"Yes, m'am, a month from now." Alice didn't flinch away while Fenton prodded, despite the grimace that told her she'd like to.

"Can you tell me how all this happened?"

"I was shopping with Mom, and I saw this guy in the aisle I was supposed to get some stuff from trying to get grabby with some girl there with him. I broke it up so she could leave, and he tried flirting with me, so I told him to shut his yap. Then he tried to get grabby, so I hit him, 'n then he hit back, an' next thing I know Mom 'n Dad are dragging me out and bringing me here."

"Seems like he had it coming, then." Fenton looked over the girl head to toe with quick motions while she talked, making sure the only damages were superficial. "Why didn't you just call for your father? I'm sure he could have handled the problem. Or even store security."

"I didn't do nothin' any good person wouldn't have. An' I can handle myself."

"Do you get in fights a lot?"

"Only when they deserve it."

They continued on, Fenton asking questions and Alice answering them with as little of an answer as she could, until all the girls wounds were patched up and ice-packed and Fenton was satisfied that she knew enough.

Leaving Alice in the office, Fenton returned to the Donnover parents, putting on her serious face. "I won't lie, her mental state is a bit twisted. She seems to be utterly convinced that she is as good at fighting as men, and she mentioned that she'd apply for the military if they'd take her." The mother sucked in a sharp breath. "I believe the program I mentioned before could help her. I'll need you two to sign her release, if you're willing. We might be able to fix this before it gets to the point she tries to do anything extreme."

They agreed foolishly quickly, Fenton thought to herself, watching a few feet away while they signed all the required forms, and then she was promising them that their daughter would be back in two months, when she was better. They looked at her gratefully, like she'd just pulled them from a fire, and she smiled in reply. Alice was being prepped for the trip by a doctor, who would then leave it to Fenton to get her traveling. Alice was told that there was a way she could join the war effort the way she wanted to, and her warm brown eyes sparkled as she loaded willingly into the truck for travel.

In two days time, a letter was sent to her parents, informing them that the truck Alice had been traveling in had been in a terrible accident, and their daughter was dead. In two weeks, She was approved for testing Hydra's new derivative of the supersoldier serum(it had taken a lot of arguing, a lot of weight-throwing, and a lot of influential pull to convince them that this girl was the best option for the test, but by god, Fenton was not going to let their program exclude her and hers again). In a month, they determined that the new serum was not as successful as they had hoped, but not a failure, and the subject had shown impressive skillsets, so they continued with their work. Fenton took control over what was named The Foxhole Program, watching over the operations and adjustments and giving the go-ahead for anything that needed approval. Two months, and Alice Donnover was buried in her hometown with a small gathering of family. The Foxhole Program thrived.

My name is Alice. I was born and raised in Albany, New York. I have two sisters and a brother. I was kidnapped for some sort of secret government program-

Pain. Burning. Static.

My name is Alice. I was born and raised in Albany, New York. I have two sisters and a brother. I was kidnapped-

Pain. Cold. Static.

My name... is... Alice. I was Born and raised... in... in... in New York. I have... two sisters. And a Brother.

Pain. Heaviness. Static.

My name is... Alice. I... have a brother. I have...

Pain. Heaviness. Cold. Static.

My name is Alice.

Pain.

My name... is Alice.

Cold.

My name... is... Alice.

Weight.

My... My name is... Alice.

Static.

My... name...

I am Fox. I am a weapon. I take orders, follow through, and ask no questions. I am unstoppable.

Two years of intensive training went into the Foxhole Program, to bring it up to speed with the other Assets Hydra had accumulated. It's skills were not needed as often once the Winter Soldier Program came into full effect. The Asset was put on ice.

Seventy years later, the Winter Soldier Program went rogue. After a frantic scramble to erect some framework for their organization, the Foxhole Program was reactivated.

The lights were too bright. They always were. It caused a discomfort in Fox's eyes, but it stared ahead without blinking, waiting for it's handler to arrive. They never used the same handler twice. Two guards stood at attention, firearms held tightly and aimed directly for it's face. It stayed silent.

The door opened, and a thick-set man approached, sitting in front of Fox and placing a file on the table between them among the weapons and tools placed carefully over the silver surface. "Your mission is hunt down a rogue program. You are to find it, disable it, and wait for an extraction team. Checkpoints are set every Seventy-two hours. Any late checkpoints will be assumed disobeying orders. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good." He turned the file towards it, pushing it closer as permission to open it. "You have one hour to prepare. A drop team will take you to the rogue programs last known location."

The handler left, the two guards resumed their security measures, and Fox opened the file. A picture, sketches of possible minor changes to appearance, programming information, patterns, and finally, in a sealed bag, a scrap of fabric. The bag was packed away in a pocket, then it retrieved and mounted all its weapons on its person. The guards escorted in to the drop team, who in turn loaded it on the plane.

"Asset is secure, let's go!"

The plane jolted, then launched, eventually settling with minimal turbulence. The drop team continued to secure the cargo bay. It sat silently, perched on a box in place of a seat. Static hummed in the right side of it's face, followed by an update to the mission on the optic screen embedded in it's eye. ::Secondary target- if found, detain or destroy as necessary.:: A list of information followed, scrolling as it memorized the secondary. ::If not discovered, await extract for primary target then proceed for secondary. Preferred state of Secondary is capture.::

It didn't need to respond- orders were orders and would be executed to the best of available ability. The trail was already a week old. There was no margin for error.