I grabbed my cup of coffee and took a sip as I read the newspaper in my free hand. I couldn't help but have a little grin as I read the headlines.

Mstiteli Arestovan. (Avengers Arrested)

Taking another sip, I placed the newspaper on the table in front of me and turned the page. As I began to read the first page, I felt a drop of water on the top of my head.

I looked up just in time for another droplet of water to land on my face. Growling, I stood up and finished my cup of coffee before placing it in the sink, along with the other dirty dishes.

I looked at my little abode, seeing a small bed, a bathroom, a tiny kitchen and all in one tiny apartment. I shook my head as I grabbed my bag from the bed before heading out.

As I arrived I heard the sound of banging on the door followed by the voice of my landlord.

“Vy prosrochili platu na nedelyu, mudak! (You're a week overdue in paying your rent, Asshole!)” His arrogant voice rang through the door as he kept banging on it. I stood there with my arms crossed and silent.

“Dazhe ne pytaytes' ignorirovat' menya! YA znayu, chto ty tam! (Do not ignore me! I know you are in there!)” He shouted again. I sighed before taking the lock of my door only for it to get slammed by it.

Surprised, I fell onto the floor as I held my nose. I looked up to see two burly men in leather jackets and an overweight middle aged man between them. The man wore a black suit, the type one wears for a special occasions and a fedora.

Taking hold of the cigar in his mouth, he took it out and blew out a puff of smoke.

“Moi den'gi. Gde eto. (My money. Where is it.)” He said with a glare. I smirked before flipping him the bird.

He snapped his fingers, allowing his two lackeys to grab both my arms and pull me up. I looked up at the landlord before being hit with the back of his handgun.

“Ya terpeliviy chelovek, no u menya ne khvatayet terpeniya ili vremeni dlya vashey gluposti. Sproshu yeshche raz. Gde moi den'gi. (I am a man of pateince but I do not have the time or patience for your shit. I'll ask again. Where is my money.)” He demanded. I smirked as I slowly tightened my arms around both of the two thugs that held me.

Before he could ask again they both yelled in pain before I received satisfactory cracks and snaps from the arms. They let go to clutch their broken arm in pain and I headbutted the man in front of me before taking hold of his gun.

He tried to punch me away but I caught his fist and slowly began to crush it. The cigar he dropped slowly rolled onto a puddle next to an empty jerry can. Putting the gun in my pocket, I then took a firm grip of his entire left arm before using my knee to hold his right hand on the floor and smashing his left elbow on my knee.

Hearing his scream of agony, I stomped on his hand just as the cigar touched the puddle, lighting it aflame. Grabbing my bag, I walked out the door and closed it before locking it.

I looked to my right and saw a large bookcase. I pulled the case and blocked the door. As I walked down the stairs, their screams slowly faded away from my ears the lower I got.

Once I was at the lobby, I looked over and saw one of my many neighbors walking up to the elevator. She was an elder woman, she looked to be in her seventies.

She had a bag of groceries in her right hand and a cane on her left. I placed a hand on her shoulder, she was going to yell at me for scaring her until she looked over and saw me.

She didn't say anything and only nodded before making her way back to the front door. I helped her hurry out the door before going our separate ways. Before I rounded up the corner, I heard screams of terror.

Looking back, I saw that one of the thugs broke through the window and fell on a small station wagon. I smirked at my handiwork before scratching my nose, feeling the scar.

I was never given a name but I think of myself as a Ben kind of man. I have my reasons to hate, for one, I was raised in a top secret base in the Siberian Mountains by an organization named Hydra.

I was handpicked to become a super soldier back in 1991. After a whole set of failures, they were about to give but decided to try one more time. They had already succeeded once with James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, an american soldier nicknamed The Winter Soldier.

After they had injected me with the serum and hours of pain and suffering, it worked and in more ways than one. Unlike James, I didn't need a phrase and had been ordered to fight James.

I've won and had been declared as their perfect creation, The Winter Warrior.

I walked passed a few people as I held the bag over my shoulder. I turned through an alley, immediately seeing a red dumpster.

Walking up to it, I could smell the garbage inside but ignoring the horrid smell, I pulled the lid up, making the snow fall back behind the dumpster.

I looked inside and moved a few things before finding the object I'm looking for. Pulling out of the trash, I saw that it was a metal staff, my metal staff.

I pressed the button, making the staff extend both ways until was fully drawn. I saw the emblem, Hydra.

“Hail, Hydra! Immortal Hydra! We shall never be destroyed! Cut off a limb, and two more shall take its place! We serve none but the Master—as the world shall soon serve us! Hail Hydra!" I recited the oath while I spun the staff around.

I've hidden it for various reasons. I'm wanted for murder of the assassination of the Prime Minister of a minor country, firebombing bombing the United Nations, Grand Theft, etc. No one knows who I am but in all the videos and pictures I always held the staff.

Sighing, I closed the staff and placed it in my bag before continuing down the alley. I let out a breath and saw the little fog before it dissipated.

I wore large fur coat, gloves and hat while underneath, I wore a long sleeved black shirt and long black pants to match. Under my shirt was a ballistic vest.

I stopped in front of a small glass window that was covered in snow. Wiping it away, I could see that inside was one of the local pubs and seeing the jolly looks of the men and women inside brought a smile on my lips. I saw my reflection.

I am a white skinned male of twenty six years. I have brown hazel eyes and dark brown hair. Speaking of hair, my hair was recently cut into a Caesar's Hairstyle. I have a scar that ran across my my right eye, nose and left cheek.

I shook my head before walking away. I heard the sound a fire engine not to far from where I am, I could only guess that they noticed the building was on fire.

I squinted my eyes as the snowstorm started kicking in, fogging my vision. As I walked down the seemingly endless alley, I took notice of one thing.

I didn't hear the sound of people. Not letting myself get frozen to death, I continued down the alley. As I walked, I heard the snow crunch behind me.

I turned around and saw nothing but when I looked back, I was greeted by a large jolt of electricity. Once it stopped, my vision was blurring as I saw a fur covered hand take hold of me before I succumbed into unconsciousness.

Meanwhile

In a land far away, a magical land full of mythical creatures and monsters as well as magic. The inhabitants vary from Griffin, Minotaur, Pony and Zebra as well as a few sub species.

Twilight Sparkle, a former student of the raiser of the Sun and co-ruler of Equestria, Princess Celestia. She was also the wielder of the element of magic and recently crowned Princess of Friendship.

But being the new princess wasn't easy, she needed to get used to her body again. Growing in size and a pair of wings along with having a bigger pool of magic, she needed time to adjust.

It's a shame that Diamond Dogs managed to Foalnap her in the middle of the night.

Diamond Dogs are a race of dog like creatures that excavate for gems and mostly travel in packs. Known for their crimes of foalnapping and slavery, they knew that the new Princess needed time to adjust to her new body and this gave them an opportunity.

That all happened six days ago and during that time, Twilight was either used for digging or pleasure. She tried her hardest to use her magic but failed each time.

She laid in her cot inside her cell. She wore nothing but a few large rags of cloth, covering herself to at least look decent enough before the dogs would come back.

Her ears twitched at the sound of the door creaking open. Preparing herself the inevitable, she closed her eyes as she heard her cell door open.

Minutes passed and nothing only the loud thump was heard next to her. Opening her eyes, she saw a strange creature. Almost pony like if it weren't for the hairlessness around his body and the ears being on the side of its head.

She saw its chest rise up before lowering, it was breathing and it was covered in snow.

I opened my eyes and was greeted by a stone ceiling. I sat up quickly and saw an iron cell door before standing up and searching myself. Nothing.

“Der'mo.(Shit)” I cursed. Whoever had the balls to take me better pray I don't find them.

I was taken out of my thoughts as I heard someone else taking a deep breath next to me. Looking to my left, I saw..a lavender fur covered woman?

As much as I wanted to take my time seeing the woman, I needed to make the fuck pay for knocking me out. Walking up to the bars, I took hold of two of them before pulling them apart.

After hearing the sound of metal bending, I saw that I've made a small enough hole and went through it. As I walked over to the only door in this room, I cracked my knuckles while twisting my neck a bit before kicking the door off its hinges.

I saw strange bipedal dog looking things holding swords. They turned to look at me with a growl, which I returned with a glare.

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