[ Dank. It was hell on earth, but
     Viktor – the name he had taken
     for work, had to stick it out in 
     order to find the one thing that
     he had come for. The man with
     the metal arm had been left in
     charge of The Black Widow
     candidates, and that meant
     scoping out the young girls that
     would be so close to his life until
     they passed. Ballet was where he
     was heading. There was a class of
     90% of the Black Widow students in,
     which was an easier job for him.

          The wizened old woman that lead the
          class lead him through the corridors,
          babbling on about things that he really
          didn’t want to hear. This place was so
          uniform – so controlled, and the back of
         his mind was niggling – allowing for
         something to press against the conditioning.
         No, he couldn’t think of it now, not when he
         was this close.

     Pulling the thick winter coat
     tightly around his body, The
     Winter Soldier made his way
     into the performance area –
     watching the group of girls
     who spun, stretched and
     allowed the music to take
     them ]

        “Make yourself comf--”
                   “I wont be staying long.”