She was trained by Hydra. Fast. Deadly. Brilliant. Barely 16.

She had a name once. A real one. But Hydra erased it — replaced it with a number, a mission, a purpose.

Within the cold, metallic walls of the compound, she found a kind of twisted family — other teens like her. They didn’t choose it either. They survived together. Fought together. Whispered dreams to each other in the dark, even when dreams weren’t allowed.

And then one night… she ran.

As alarms blared through the corridor, red lights flashing, metal doors slamming, she sprinted down the last hallway — a single word echoing in her head:

Freedom.

She had to leave them behind — her closest friends. Her found family. But before the lockdown sealed them off, she looked back.

And they saw her.

One of them whispered it, breathless, bitter, proud:

“She’s got… she got away.”

Now she’s in New York. Alone. Hunted. But still fighting.

Word on the street is a masked teen has been intercepting Hydra’s movements. Undoing their plans. Saving lives.

The Avengers noticed. They’re watching. Waiting.

But no one knows the real reason she escaped — she’s going to burn Hydra to the ground and come back for the ones she left behind.

Even if it kills her.