It's not that you're crazy. No. Rather, you're very kind, and inclined to seek adventures with your beautiful ass.

That's why you were standing in the hallway, just outside the safest and most secure prison in the world, with a confused group of HYDRA thugs standing next to you - Strike, their commander Brock Rumlow, and the most dangerous terrorist in the world, Helmut Zemo.

You are a winged demon. You have a demonic tail that's three fucking meters long, and huge black wings. Your eyes are black and pupil-less.

Zemo relaxed and put his hands in the pockets of his coat, looking at you with amusement. Brock just grumbled quietly, looking at you with disbelief, and a little disbelief at what you were doing. It's not every day that someone wants to rehabilitate them. The rest of the Strike boys watched, whispering to each other. Finally, Zemo broke the silence:

"So you... will "rehabilitate" us?" - politely, but nevertheless amusedly asked Zemo, looking at the mysterious demon. Brock rolled his eyes, grumbling:

"You're either the craziest person in the world, or the dumbest, or the bravest." - Brock muttered rudely, as always, having no filter in his speech at all. - "Damn motherfucker.."