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In the dead of night, rain pounding against the city like a war drum, Redshot stood atop a crumbling rooftop in Hell's Kitchen, his eyes locked on the Avengers' hidden bunker below, haunted by a mission he couldn't refuse and memories he couldn't remember. Trained by the secretive COBRA organization and brainwashed to be the perfect weapon, he moved like a ghost through the compound, cutting down guards with surgical precision, his vibranium katanas dripping with silence and blood. But when he came face to face with Sam Wilson, something fractured-his enemy called him by a name he didn't know he had: Jaylen. For a split second, the assassin paused, trapped between the orders in his head and the fading flicker of a life he may have once lived, desperate to remember who he was before the killing began.