#Pietro maximoff x OC

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hole in the wall || pietro maximoff

pietro maximoff x f!reader

summary: despite barely knowing the brainwashed girl beyond the wall, pietro refused to hurt her, no matter how much she hurt him.

word count: 5k+

warnings: fighting, none rlly??

a/n: the russian is translated so i apologize if the translation is wrong. i wrote for pietro years ago but this is my first time in awhile :P reader is subjected to the same torture as bucky bc the character is kinda him, inaccuracies in the mcu but nothing crazy

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pietro often wondered about the girl who was held next door. he'd hear the screeching metal against the floor followed by a slight commotion and then a thud on the floor. small shuffling could be heard and then it was silence. no movement, no talking, no heavy breathing or cries, silence until the next time the metal door unleashed its harrowing song, and large boots could be heard entering the cell and dragging the girl away.

pietro couldn't tell how long he'd really been here nor how long it had been since the mysterious girl next to him was there but he did know it had been months on end and yet he had never seen a glimpse of the girl that shared the wall with him.

there was a small hole in the cement that allowed him to peer into the girl's cell but each time he looked he was met with the grey wall from beyond. he had heard murmurs that she was young like him and wanda. strong, fearless, one of the doctor's favorites. she was often sent out on missions and came back unscathed. each mission she was sent on was a success as if the concept of failure was unfathomable. she apparently spoke little, only when instructed, never talked back, never laughed, never screamed. almost robotic.

which is why it came to pietro's surprise after hearing the thud of her knees hit the floor and the guards march away he heard a soft sniffle. and then slightly louder ones followed by rapid and heavy breathing. pietro scuffled over to the hole in the wall and peered through. he could see her sitting against the far wall with her legs tucked closely to her, her forehead resting on her knees. he could only see half her body from where she was sitting but he could see her shoulder shaking.

"you... you need to breathe in and out. you are going to make yourself pass out," pietro was unsure, his voice quiet but loud enough for her to hear. her head shot up and looked directly at the hole. her hair was sticking to her face, her mouth was slightly parted, and eyes wide and red.

"it's okay. my name is pietro. you don't need to talk but i... i wanted to see if you are okay. you've never even made a noise before now," he felt funny slightly confessing the fact he's been taking note of your actions.

he watched as you wiped the tears off your cheek and raked the hair off your face.

"i don't know how i am," your voice sounded like you hadn't spoken in days.

"it's okay to not know."

from where you sat you could only see the boy's eye. it was a striking blue, "like the sky," you murmured.

"what?" you heard the voice call back.

you slowly stood up dragging your chained feet over to the wall. you held the wall, steadying yourself before sitting with a huff, "your eyes remind me of the sky."

pietro wasn't sure what to say back. he went months not hearing your voice or seeing you, only knowing the tales that the guards spoke of yet here you were inches from him, broken down and giving a compliment. a much different reality to the one he thought he knew before.

pietro didn't hear another word from you, he assumed you fell asleep against the wall. he tried looking through the hole at any angle he could to see you, but all he noticed was a piece of metal gleaming from the dull light in your cell.

a few days had passed since the interaction and pietro had little time to dwell on it. his testing was getting more intense, he was constantly being injected with needles he knew nothing about, there were many monitors reading whatever vitals they needed to document, and his training was becoming more rigorous. he was exhausted, he hadn't been in his cell in two days, and although the cell offered no comfort he much rather be locked behind the bars than strapped to a table.

the guards pushed him down the hallway, taunting him. each time he stood up they would push him back down. the shackles on his wrists rubbed his skin raw and those around his ankles prevented him from running. the guard gripped his shoulder tightly walking past wanda's cell as she called out to her brother.

"wanda!" he screamed out as he watched the other guard reach through the bars and grip at her neck. the guard holding onto him roughly pushed him into the cell causing him to stumble and land on his shoulder, his face grazed the cement floor.

you had heard the commotion from your cell, you stood at the door looking over at the guards who simply laughed at the twins who were now in pain. all you could do was grimace. you hated this, you hated this place, each day you yearned to leave this hell hole you've called home. you heard pietro scream in frustration and then heard his rapid movements as he ran around his cell, thrashing against the walls.

you had seen pietro from a distance a few times. you were never allowed to be near the enhanced people and only managed glimpses of them. you had seen his super speed and the way the scientists trained him. it was brutal and he endured a lot just from the few moments you had witnessed. you started to notice that after particularly rough days he would do this, run back and forth for what seemed like hours on end. slamming into the cement walls that would somehow rattle from the force. he would yell in anger, cursing the guards and scientists for what they were doing.

the noise settled and you hesitantly sat in front of the small hole. you could see his large frame hunched over catching his breath. he ran a hand through his messy silver hair, his white tank top was dirty and slightly damp from his running. you peered behind your shoulder at the hallway making sure it was empty. you swallowed thickly with nerves in fear of getting caught before forcing three fingers into the hole and ripping the cement block from the wall. you could now fit your head through the hole comfortably if you wanted to.

"pietro," you said placing the block beside you. he faltered and gestured with an open hand in confusion at the now gaping hole in the wall. you couldn't help but pull your lips into a tight light suppressing the laugh you wanted to let out at the look on his face. using his speed he rushed to face you, eyes wide examining the open edges of the cement.

"you-"

"are strong," you cut him off jokingly.

the two of you sat staring at each other. it was weird to be face to face after countless months of unknowing the other despite being separated by only a wall. you took in his appearance. he was handsome. up close you could now see the slight curls to his hair and the short facial hair. his shoulders broad and built. under his sky-blue eyes were dark circles from the lack of sleep but it suited him. he was stunning and pietro was thinking the same about you. your hair fell haphazardly across your forehead. your eyes were kind and gentle, much different than the stone-cold eyes he had imagined in his head. your lips were pulled to one side in the tiniest of smiles as you took in his appearance. pietro found it hard to believe the stories he has heard about your reputation as he stared at you. expression soft, eyes and smile kind, you looked battered and worn down but still so youthful as if you didn't fit in with the surrounding grey walls.

"are you okay?" you finally asked.

pietro's nostrils flared and his eyes fluttered shut, "i don't know."

you hesitated a moment before repeating his words from a few days prior, "it's okay to not know."

if you weren't staring intently at the man before you you would've missed the smile that flashed across his face at your remark. it was soon washed away when you both heard loud footsteps from down the hall. you both quickly turned towards the noise that was approaching pietro's cell, he gulped harshly as a guard came into view. he looked back at the wall expecting to still see your face but instead, he saw a metal hand escaping through the hole as if the cement was never removed.

metal...?

it must have been late in the night. the guards had already dropped off the atrocious meal they call dinner and returned to pick the trays up. they rarely patrolled the hallways at night, opting to smoke outside. it was eerie each night. the sound of dripping water from pipes echoed, the occasional gunfire could be heard from the woods outside, slight whispers could be heard from the twins once in a blue moon but it was rare. in a place like this, they didn't let you be a person so it was hard to act like one.

pietro was lying on the bed facing the ceiling making a laughable attempt at trying to get some sort of sleep. he was imagining his life before this when his family was all together, when times were happy, when he was just a little kid and not a young adult performing for crazed scientists. his eyes scanned the room at the sound of bricks moving before seeing your head pop into vision from the hole. pietro let out a small laugh through his nose seeing your sheepish smile.

you sat facing the other not saying anything at first. it was oddly comfortable being face-to-face with the one they call quicksilver. you couldn't put your finger on why though. you've spoken so few words to him but then again it was the first time you let yourself speak to someone in this building that wasn't a doctor or a guard. maybe it was you being naive but it felt okay and safe.

"what made you cry the other day?" he finally spoke his question causing you to blink a few times.

"i think... i think they do something to my head. i mean, i know they do," you thought bringing your fingers to your temple as if the gesture helped you remember, "but i think i'm starting to notice when i'm on missions. it's hard to really know though it's all a blur."

pietro nodded softly taking in what you had to say, "like... brainwashing?"

"it has to be. they recite something each time and then it's like i'm not me," you confessed, "but these past few missions i'll overhear things from strangers passing by or i'll see something and i can feel myself start to wake from the trance. i'm starting to remember life before here and i'm becoming aware of what they have me doing."

"whatever it is they have you doing just know you are still a good person," pietro spoke quietly.

"i kill people," you said bluntly looking him straight in the eyes. he averted his gaze slightly, his hand coming to caress his jaw.

"the person they turn you into out there isn't you. the real you is sitting in front of me now."

"how can you be so sure, you don't even know me," you questioned.

"i don't think an out right evil person would check to see if a stranger is okay... or compliment them the first time they see them," pietro joked slightly. you hung your head as your lips pulled back into a smile. pietro couldn't help the way his body leaned closer to the hole with a big smile on his face observing the way you became shy.

"no one in this building is perfect. we've all done things that are considered evil but if we manage to hold on to some sort of sense of ourselves i think we will be okay. i hope wanda and i get out of here soon. it was a mistake yanno, being volunteers, i regret it. it makes me feel worse knowing you had no say in the matter. you're here every day as a puppet against your will and yet i walked through these doors. every day i'm in pain and every day i regret it," pietro's accent got thicker as he got emotional.

you frowned at the silver-haired man, "life in here is already hard enough, there is no point in being hard on yourself."

his eyes were glossed over, internally fighting himself for the choices he had made in the past. you reached your hand into the hole searching for his. this was out of character for you but it some selfish way you wanted the warmth of his hand to comfort you as well. it was peaceful sitting in silence holding each other's hand. the only form of physical touch the two of you ever received was in the form of torture. gruff hands slapping, punching, shoving, and poking you seemed like a far and distant sensation compared to the safety you felt as pietro's thumb traced the back of your hand.

"you should rest," pietro finally broke what felt like an hour's long silence, "they usually take you first."

you sighed deeply but you knew he was right. god knows what hour it was and you needed to try and get some sleep. pietro gently let go of your hand and allowed you to snake it back through the hole.

"thank you pietro. i hope we can talk more soon," you told him earnestly.

"i hope so too," he gave you a lopsided grin before you grabbed the brick.

it was mere days later when you two found yourself in the same position. the guards were out, pietro had finished his talks with wanda, the disgusting dinners were consumed and taken away, and here you were staring into the sky amongst grey walls. pietro noticed your face had small cuts scattered on it from a mission you were sent on a day prior but you had made no mention of it thus far. you were currently enthralled by pietro telling a story from his younger days. pietro was funny and he didn't even need to try, it had been years since you felt the burning sensation in your sides from laughing too much but he made it easy. and pietro loved the sound of your laugh, it was beautiful, irresistible almost. the two of you went back and forth sharing any memories you could remember from life before these walls and it was effortless but you knew just like the other nights it was soon time to hide the hole.

"you're really pretty," you confessed.

pietro's mouth formed an 'o' shape before turning into a giddy smile, "you are beautiful, dragă"

this time it was pietro plugging the brick back into the wall just as he was about to finish a loud booming voice came from your side of the wall. his hands shook slightly at the volume of the guard yelling 'soldier' in russian to you. pietro could no longer see what was happening but he heard you stand up and reply back and leave the cell.

although you and the guard walked in silence you knew he saw you talking to pietro. you continued to clench and unclench your fists trying to calm yourself for what was to come.

"Тебе нравится мальчик?" (do you like the boy?) the guard asked placing a firm grip on your shoulder, pushing you towards the all too familiar room. you stayed quiet and you heard the man snicker to himself, satisfied with your silence.

in the room, several other guards were standing in position, many holding guns. you saw the needles and wires spread across the small rolling table with a doctor in a white coat hunched over it. the monitors sitting idly waiting to read your vitals. the guard that escorted you pushed you into the contraption that stood before you forcing your body flush against the back. immediately automatic shackles secured your arms to the chair and the whirling sound of small electric plates situated themselves against the sides of your head.

"смешно... ты, кажется, молчишь только рядом с нами," (funny... you only seem to be quiet around us.) the doctor smirked, admitting they all were aware of you and pietro speaking. the doctor sucked his teeth as you glared at him, unwilling to confess to anything.

he picked up the mouth guard from the table wiggling it in front of your mouth waiting for you to open. you bit down in anger, all the muscles in your face twitching, your eyelids blinking rapidly pushing back any emotion daring to creep up at what you knew was about to happen. it wasn't often they wiped your memory, only when they deemed your actions defied them, like not getting enough information on missions which was rare. it had been months since the last time they did this. you screamed in agony as the electric volts zapped against your head. sweat started to bead across your thrashing body. it was indescribable and it wasn't a short process but once the currents stopped your world was black and each time you'd wake up in your cell with no recollection.

it was a week later you found yourself in the training room after being isolated since the memory wipe. your shoulders were hunched forward, chest facing the ground, your arms swayed ever so slightly by your side, your breathing was ragged after being beaten in the form of "training" for the last two hours. the doctors insisted it would be over soon, one final test for the day before you could go to your cell. the door creaked open and the familiar sound of boots entered, you didn't even bother looking up.

"солдат!" (soldier!) a guard yelled causing you to slowly pick your head up. at the door was a young man you'd never seen before, he wore tattered pants and a tank top, his hair was silver, and his blue eyes were opened wide in what you could only assume was shock. and though you didn't recognize him, pietro recognized you.

up until now, he had never seen your full figure before, only parts of your body that were visible through the hole. despite you clearly being injured and tired you stood tall and pietro could tell you were strong. the most alarming part about you was your arm... your metal arm. pietro's eyebrows scrunched together, head slightly cocked to the side examining the way the metal met your skin, some scar tissue bright red while others were faded.

before pietro could mutter any words aloud a doctor appeared from a side door and sauntered towards you holding a notebook.

"работа...установить..." (work...establish...) the doctor read.

"please, no," you whispered, your neck screwing to the side as if it will block the doctor's voice.

"станция..." (station...)

pietro watched as your chest heaved air in and out as the doctor continued reciting from the book, circling your body like a predator ready to attack. he watched as your teeth chatter together and your metal hand flexed. the doctor stopped behind your right shoulder leaning down slightly so his mouth was level with your ear. pietro couldn't hear the whispers but he felt nervous at the doctor's intense eye contact and the loud clap of the notebook being shut. the doctor lazily dragged his hand off your shoulder whispering one final command before exiting the way he came.

pietro jumped at the sound of the door behind him slamming shut as the guards snuck out, leaving only the two of you in the room.

"wha- WOAH!" pietro shrieked as you came barreling towards him at full speed, your metal arm raised high in the air to come down on his body.

"please i don't want to hurt you," but his pleas were left unheard as you socked him in the jaw, tossing him to the ground and repeatedly punching his stomach. although being fast, pietro found himself trapped beneath you and it took moments before he was able to get out and start running in different directions. slowly, you walked towards a vacant chair in the corner, eyes trained on the blue light racing around the room. you gripped the chair waiting for the right moment before launching it across the room and nailing pietro square in the back. you stalked towards his groaning figure grasping his shoulder and flipping him onto his back where you straddled him and punched at his face.

to pietro's relief, the doctor came back into the room beckoning an order to you. pietro watched from underneath your frame as your pupils twitched at him and your head robotically moved to face the doctor. you refrained from punching pietro anymore and stood up and walked to the doctor and the two guards who waited behind. one of the guards stabbed a needle into your neck and once more the world was black.

you couldn't even begin to guess what time or day it was when you finally woke up on the floor of your cell. your body was violently shaking from the cold and you started to panic. as much as you tried to think of any memories you couldn't, it was like your mind was a blank slate and it was causing you to panic even more which then turned into anger. you grabbed the small bed and threw it at the wall and screamed loudly. you repeatedly slammed your metal first into the wall causing dust to liter the air. guards walked past your cell but simply laughed and continued to make their way down the hall and off into the outside world.

"hey," a voice spoke unsteadily. you whipped your head around to the other wall and saw a face peeking through.

"it's okay," the man tried to ease seeing your angered state approaching him. you kneeled in front of the hole looking intensely at his face.

"who are you?"

this question confirmed pietro's fear that they wiped your memory. he had foolishly hoped that in the training room you were just too worn down to recognize him when he walked through the door before they sent you into your trance.

"my name is pietro. you may not remember but i am a friend," he spoke hoping to see any form of recollection cross your face. instead you examined him quietly before turning your head and examining the room. it was lit dully, your bed now turned on its side, and there was a tray of food sitting near the cell door that looked to be days old.

"this is a hydra base," pietro continued without you having to ask, "the people here are not good. they hurt us, they experiment on us, many people have died here. i have a sister here, a twin," he said pointing a finger behind him, "her name is wanda. they call us the enhanced. we both possess abilities no normal human would have due to their experimentations. we came as volunteers and i regret it."

"am i a volunteer?" you questioned.

"no, dragă. a few weeks ago you told me they found you during the winter, alone. you had been lost in the forest and they made promises to help you find home but you never returned. you said you aren't sure but you think it's been ten years since," pietro confessed, his accent thick with sorrow.

you hummed, unsure of what to say. you remembered none of this so what could you really say back? was pietro even telling the truth? how could you decipher fact from fiction in a state like this? despite the confusion and the absence of memory, something deep within you said it was all true, everything he was saying was right.

"why is my arm gone?" you whispered, slightly touching the contorting metal panels near the elbow.

pietro couldn't help but feel a pain in his chest as he observed you try and remember any semblance of yourself, "i- i don't know. what i do know is the doctors, they like you. you are very important to them and they make you do dirty work. the reason you can't remember anything is because they wipe your memory."

"i suppose that makes sense," you nodded slightly giving pietro a bitter smile.

"i am sorry for what they do to you," pietro stated earnestly. if he could help you in any way he would, over and over again, he would.

you paused, taking in pietro's face which held some serious injuries. the skin on his brow bone was split, his eye was bright red with blood and a nasty purple-green bruise on his jaw.

"did i do this to you?" you asked, slowly reaching your hand through to gently touch his jaw.

"of course you didn't my love," he murmured, tenderly grabbing your wrist and threading his fingers with yours.

"if there comes a time when i hurt you, please don't go easy on me," you pleaded.

"i cannot promise you that," he smiled at you softly, bringing his other hand to enclose your freezing one.

and pietro was being truthful. he couldn't nor he wouldn't harm you in the event the doctors forced you to fight. he would run and dodge the punches, and the chairs being thrown at him, but he couldn't fight you, he just couldn't. it pained him to see the different version of yourself, the real you locked inside begging to come out of the brainwashing.

pietro didn't think it would be so soon when he would be in the same position as before, standing across from you in the training room as the same doctor circled your body, reciting words in russian that would transform you into their super soldier. it was only hours after the two of you decided to sleep that pietro was ripped from his bed and dragged into the training room.

the doctor once again closed the notebook but before leaving he looked over at pietro, "it is a shame," he started with a thick russian accent, "her memory wiped twice in a week. i thought maybe you two would work well as a team. we could start sending you out on missions with her. but it seems she has developed a hm. what do you call it?" he fake pondered, "ah! a crush! and that is not something we take kindly here. she provides more to us here than you do so..." with that the doctor whispered one final thing in your ear before leaving.

pietro watched carefully as you headed towards him and at the last moment he sprinted away causing you to concave the metal door. you whipped your head around, eyes wide in anger, tracking the movements of the man. he was fast and this irritated you. sticking your leg out you managed to trip him at the last moment and his large frame hurled to the floor. you gripped his shirt in one hand and used your metal hand to punch him in the side of the face.

"it's me!" the man below you yelled. this had no effect on you and you raised your hand to hit him again but he grabbed your fist. the two of you violently struggled against each other before you used your hand clutched to his shirt to slide him away with great force.

"please i said i would never hurt you. it's me, pietro!" the man pleaded getting up to run past your approaching figure. for some reason hearing the name pietro caused a loud screeching pain in your head.

"what are you doing to my head?" you screamed, clutching your head in your hands, eyes screwed shut.

pietro stopped running and looked at your trembling figure, "i'm- i'm not doing anything."

you tried ignoring the high-pitched shrilling noise and stumbled to pietro. you grabbed onto his shoulders and pushed him backward against the wall. although you moved him with force pietro could feel the weakness in your grip this time. he stayed silent looking into your eyes that were frantically examining him.

"the noise..." you muttered bringing your metal hand to hold your head.

"there... there is no noise," pietro spoke confused. there was no noise in the room besides heavy breathing.

"who are you?" you probed shoving him roughly against the wall.

"it's me. pietro. i live next to you in the cell. i came here as a volunteer with my twin sister wanda. you are here against your will. they found you when you were little and never let you leave. they hurt you every day, they aren't good people. trust me, please. it's me your friend," pietro rushed hoping to break through to you.

he felt your grip slightly falter as you looked him up and down. he couldn't make out the emotion in your face as you screwed and unscrewed your features together, internally fighting yourself. he wasn't scared, but nervous rather for your next move or action.

as pietro spoke the high-pitched noise continued to grow louder causing severe pain in your head. it made you nauseous and your vision would cloud with blinding bright light. you hung your head gasping for air as a vague image of a cell came to memory. you tried blinking it away but it would reappear, this time you'd see a man. the man you were pushing against the wall. his head was peeking through the cell wall. instinctually you pressed him further into the wall, pietro's shoulder blades started to ache. a new memory came and it was pietro holding your hand, his thumb caressing yours.

you shot your head up looking at the man. your eyes were glossy with tears from the pain you were experiencing. not just the physical pain of the intense noise but the mental pain as you tried to piece together who he was. his appearance was becoming familiar. his clothes, his broad shoulders, the facial hair on his jaw and upper lip, the cut on his eyebrow, the dark roots of his hair and the silver ends, and his eyes.

you dropped your grip and pietro's eyes contorted in confusion.

"like the sky..." you murmured.

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Chapter 36. How did it end?

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This is a longer chapter than most, we cover a lot of ground here! Sorry in advance for what everyone is about to go through <3

pairing: Pietro Maximoff x OFC

warnings: a whole lotta angst, canon-typical violence, mentions of PTSD, hurt no comfort, poor Rhoadey

The wind tousled my hair, sun brushing over my cheeks as I watched the trees dancing in the breeze. I sat atop a cement ledge in a multi-level parking lot, feet dangling over the edge, hands braced on either side of me. My shoulders were aching from the tension that had lived there for days now.

It had been around 20 hours since Ross told us we had 36 to patch this up. Tony had arrived back in New York to follow up on whatever the hell he had planned, he also informed me that Wanda had left the compound with Clint. I was at somewhat of an impasse. It was now an immovable fact that Steve wouldn’t back down and even if it was in Tony’s character to concede, he had Ross and the guilt of Charles Spencer’s death looming over him. I’d signed the accords… because it was the right thing to do, it was the path forward. Unfortunately, no matter how many times I repeated that to myself it still failed to ease my warring mind. That inner conflict was no doubt what had led me here.

“Something on your mind?” The familiar voice asked.

I sent the tall blond man an unamused look over my shoulder, but the corners of my lips quirked ever so slightly. “Not really no.” I joked, swinging one leg back over the wall so I was facing Steve. “What’s that thing people say about the shit hitting the fan? I don’t know if we’ve reached that point yet or if it’s still coming but either way things have gotten a little chaotic for my taste.”

He breathed a short laugh, nodding in agreement. “How are you feeling? You took a lot of damage back at the headquarters.”

“I’ve had better days.”

A flash of dark hair over Steve’s shoulder caught my attention, Barnes leaned against the passenger side door of a small hatchback, looking down at his crossed arms. “I know you don’t trust him, and I understand why, but you saw what happened back there, it isn’t just me caring about an old buddy. That doctor activated him on purpose, and my guess is that he’s manufactured this whole thing. Bucky didn’t kill King T’Chaka… but I think you’ve already figured that out or you wouldn’t be here.”

I didn’t respond right away, thinking over his words. “I need clarity. Only he can give it to me.” Steve and I both glanced toward Barnes then. “That is why I’m here.”

“Where’s Pietro? I would’ve thought he’d be less than happy for you to be here after everything.”

“He thinks I’m taking a walk to clear my head.” Was all I supplied in response, still watching Barnes carefully. It felt utterly bizarre, to be approaching the Winter Solider in this environment; to be seeking him out at all. Although, he did not look like the Winter Soldier right now. “Are you going to try to kill me again?” I asked when I stood before him. He shook his head, glancing up at me for only a moment before looking back down.

He mumbled something then; it sounded like sorry but that seemed unfathomable to me, so I chose to move on swiftly.

“I don’t have a lot of time, so I won’t waste it asking stupid questions. They never called me ‘114’ in the Red Room so I’m gathering we met before.” He nodded; eyes still downcast. “Where did we meet then?”

It came as a surprise to me when he actually responded. “There used to be a hydra facility in Serbia, it was off-the-grid, confidential, every operation based there was strictly need-to-know. It’s where you were kept before you were given to Dreykov. I was assigned to you, the mission was to oversee you progress and keep you confined, make sure you didn’t interact with other subjects.”

“I don’t understand, if there were other…” I swallowed heavily, “subjects, why were you only assigned to me, aren’t you a little overqualified?”

The lack of eye-contact was beginning to bother me, particularly as it became evident that he was quickly reverting back into silence. “That is how we met, what else do you want from me?”

His response, or lack thereof, incensed me. I was exhausted and my body ached from the lack of sleep and him throwing me through a glass wall. “Just answer the goddamn question, you owe me that at the very least.”

There was silence between us for a long moment and then he finally met my eyes. “Because you were a high-profile experiment.”

The words turned my stomach. A high-profile experiment, how flattering. “You know where I came from?”

“No.” He shook his head firmly. “I didn’t have the clearance to know anything like that about you, that’s partially why I knew you were so important. They weren’t exactly forthcoming about any of their plans, but that level of secrecy… the clearances, the constant conditioning, it was different from any of the other subjects.”

“Hydra tested me for genetic potential… they probably just thought they could get a good price from Dreykov, that doesn’t mean I was significant to them.”

There was silence again then, the air was thick with uncomfortable tension, anticipation for what was to come. “It wasn’t about the money. You had genetic potential of course, but that wasn’t enough on its own to make you worth it to them.” He met my eyes then, gaze encased by shadows and maybe even a little mercy. “Their conditioning didn’t work on you, Nadia. Not at first anyway. They didn’t just want you to forget yourself when it was beneficial for them, they wanted to leave no trace of who you were, but even when their tactics started to affect you, you would remember. Every single time. The conditioning never stuck.” His words only confused me more, none of this explained why he suspected I was important to Hydra. However, his words did move me, if he knew all of this that meant he knew me before, before I lost every part of myself that was real, everything that was not manufactured. I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted him to continue. I’d once said I did not want to know about all the things that were taken from me, but now I didn’t know what I wanted. Before I could figure it out, he was speaking again. “If it had taken even half that amount of work to manipulate the minds of any other subject, they wouldn’t have seen it through, Hydra were dedicated but they didn’t see the subjects as humans. If one became too troublesome, they would have just disposed of them. They weren’t known for being merciful, and yet, with you they were steadfast, no effort spared. That isn’t business as usual… it’s personal.”

“I was a child; how could it have been personal?”

Nick Fury’s words echoed through my head.

You were too young to have made yourself a target.

I knew what it meant. I wasn’t the target, just a pawn in a much bigger plan. I didn’t wait for him to answer. “You saw them experimenting on my mind, so you know how they made me forget, can you tell me how to undo it?”

He shook his head. “I only saw parts; I wouldn’t even know where to begin in undoing it.” I remained silent at his response, taking in everything he’d told me. “I take it the mind-manipulations wearing a little thin these days. What do you remember?”

“I remember the ballet, Giselle and Swan Lake, it took me a while, but I remember it now. I remember being told my name was Nadia and that I was an orphan born in St. Petersburg, and I remember the Red Room. You trained me… I remember that, but I also remember that you weren’t always there. You left.”

“I didn’t leave, I was sent away. You don’t remember?”

That seemed to be a common problem for me lately. “Remember what?”

“It took hydra all that time to figure out the right method to break your mind, but even when they finally found it, the conditioning didn’t stick. It lasted a while, years even, but when you were a teenager, it started to wane… you started to remember.”

His words had my stomach churning, how could I not know that? I was a teenager, this was happening to me in the Red Room; how did I not remember now. “What does that have to do with you?”

“Dreykov thought my presence was encouraging you to remember, because we’d known each other before. So, they put you back through conditioning and I was reassigned.”

This was a hell of a lot to take in but there was still something else on my mind, a lingering question that I couldn’t seem to move past. “Before, you said you were sorry that I’d trusted you, what did you mean.”

He didn’t respond right away, directing his eyes downward once again. The internal torment he was going through was evident. “When you were first taken by Hydra, I was assigned to watch over you, like I said before. You were just a little kid, but every day you would try to talk to me. You’d ask me questions about myself, where I was from, my family, you were very… insistent. When I would ignore you, you’d start telling me about yourself.”

That sentiment brought me to a standstill. “What did I tell you?”

He shook his head, expression more somber than ever. “I don’t know. That wasn’t something Hydra were too willing to let me remember. But, for whatever reason you seemed to want to tell me all these things and wanted to know them in return. It didn’t really matter, not at first. It became a problem when somehow you triggered my own mind to start fighting back against the conditioning. Hydra knew your own conditioning wasn’t working because I reported everything back to them and when they realized you were making me remember they had me punish you.”

I wasn’t so surprised by that part. “Thank you for telling me.”

“Don’t thank me.”

I nodded, swallowing heavily. “It isn’t your fault… I don’t blame you.” He finally met my eyes again then. “I’m not exactly the president of your fan club, but… I don’t blame you.”

Then the unthinkable happened, the corners of his lips upturned almost imperceptibly but it was enough for me to notice. I turned then, beginning to walk away from him but his next words stopped me in my tracks. “I do remember one thing about you from before. You had a brother, I don’t know why that part stuck, maybe because of how much you talked about him, but, for whatever reason I remember it… you loved him a whole lot.”

My eyes were brimming with tears before I even had time to register the stinging sensation. It was as though I had no control whatsoever over my own bodily functions. I’d never had such a strong reaction to such a simple statement before but here I was holding my breath in an attempt to control myself and quickly wiping at the tears. I nodded again, still not facing him and not speaking another word for fear of my voice shaking. Just before I left the parking lot, I saw Steve talking to Sam. The former turned to face me as I approached, Sam departing to take a phone call. I recognized the look on Steve’s face instantly.

“You’re not going to try to recruit me, are you?”

He just chuckled. “No, I’d never dream of trying to tell you what to do.” In his eyes, there was a certain somber resignation that concerned me. It was not a look that made me optimistic about the future of the Avengers. “But, between us, I think there’s a logical choice, the one that seems like the obvious course, and then there is the choice that you’ll be able to live with.”

I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “The accords are the right thing.”

His lips pushed together into a frown. “Nadia, you can’t really expect me to believe that’s how you feel, whether you like it or not I know you a lot better than that. I’m not going to tell you what to choose, I respect you too much to do that, all I ask of you is to do only what you sincerely believe is right.”

My gaze dropped downward, unsure how to respond. There was a war raging in my mind and now with the information from Barnes I was finding it hard to focus on just one issue.

“You know, you are in so much trouble, maybe Natasha and I are bad influences on you.” I taunted, a weak attempt at diverting the conversation. Or maybe I just wanted to delude myself into thinking things were as they had been. “The longer this drags on the harder it will be to come back from.”

He nodded, that same look in his eyes that told me it wouldn’t matter what I said. “Well, we’re already in trouble, so what’s a little more.”

“Now I’m sure of it, Natasha and I have corrupted you.”

Steve breathed a laugh. “Probably.” He paused for a long moment, looking out at the trees and the blue of the sky before continuing. “Signing the accords… it’s giving up too much, I can’t do it, you know I can’t.”

I did. I had known that from the moment the accords were given to us by Ross. Although, I had hoped the stakes would be a little less. “Okay.” I said, because I didn’t know what else to say. “Well then… I assume I’ll be seeing you.” Steve nodded and I paused, my phone was buzzing in my pocket, and I just wished I knew the right thing to say, to do, to fix this. “I hope you know he means well… Tony is just trying to make things right, the guilt of what happened to that boy, Charles, in Sokovia is eating him alive. Don’t take it personal.” I wasn’t sure why I needed him to know that so badly.

When he smiled then, it was real; genuine. “You’re a good friend, Nadia, a good person too.”

I didn’t respond to that, not verbally at least, instead saluting him teasingly. There was a soft smile spreading across my lips though. When I was leaving the car park, I answered Tony and Pietro’s text messages, informing them that I was on my way to the meeting point.

Steve’s words were heavy on my mind. There is a logical choice and then there is the one I’ll be able to live with. I thought of the footage Ross had shown us, all of the destruction, the chaos and loss, I thought of Charles Spencer and how devastated Tony was, the look on Pietro’s face after we returned from Laos. Then I thought of the Red Room, I thought of Dreykov and how it felt to be told my body belonged to my country, not to me.

This is how you become a patriot.

All of the things I’d been forced to do because it was for my country, for the greater good. I recalled being forced to watch other young girls be killed because they were compromised. If you went against the rules, you were a traitor, and traitors must be made examples of why you obey. I remembered Dreykov lifting my hand to aim the gun at Oksana’s head because she didn’t follow the rules.

For 12 years my life had not been mine. More than that really, out of the Red Room I was a free agent, but the truth was I’d traded Dreykov for Fury. Different circumstances but in both I obeyed, I played by their rules and in both I watched it crumble or be derailed. Hydra invaded S.H.I.E.L.D. had I not stepped back from my duties there I might have unwittingly followed Hydra’s agenda.

The sound of Oksana’s cries still haunted me, her pleas to spare her life filled my head as I made it to the meeting point.

There was a logical choice. One that might lessen the body count and reduce collateral damage. The choice that would yet again render me a lap dog to another institution.

Then there was the decision I could live with.

A streak of blue and silver whirred past me, Pietro stood before me with raised eyebrows, arms crossed over his chest. “That was a very long walk.”

“I had a lot on my mind?” I offered sheepishly.

He huffed exasperatedly but didn’t verbalize his frustration beyond a simple “Mhm.”

Tony turned toward me then, gesturing for me to follow him toward his private jet. Very few words were exchanged between us as he typed a code into the screen on the interior wall, causing a panel to shift open revealing the new suit he’d built me. I was once again awed by how perfect it was but then I narrowed my eyes at the man before me. “Is this really necessary?”

“Well, given how well the last conversation you had with Barnes went I figured you might want a little extra padding this time.”

I sighed, running my hand over the suit. “So, this is going to be a fight.”

“In a perfect world, no, but Cap’s not really known for having flexible ethics. I can’t imagine him ever standing down, so I plan on being prepared for whatever outcome eventuates.”

Tony eventually left me alone so that I could get dressed whilst he went to talk with Natasha and Rhoadey.

The new suit really was impressive. Only Tony Stark could build something this… extra. It was just a shame that its maiden voyage was under these circumstances. Footsteps echoed behind me, Pietro’s face appearing in the mirror. He leaned his arm over the top of one of the jet seats, something clearly bothering him. I turned to face him then, he wore his new suit as well, midnight blue and silver.

“Everything okay?”

He shrugged. “I was just going to ask you the same question.”

I ran a hand down the front of my suit, sighing quietly. “They’re not going to change their minds about any of this. The only way this ends is with a fight. So no, I’m not exactly ecstatic about all of this.”

“I get that, but that’s not what I mean, and you know it.” I raised an eyebrow at his words prompting him to continue. “The way you’ve been talking since all of this started, it doesn’t sound like you’re 100% in it.”

“I signed the accords, didn’t I?” The rhetorical question was my only reply as I looked down at my hands.

It was his turn to sigh, and he ran a hand over his face. “No more bullshit answers. Are you having second thoughts about all of this?”

“Of course I’m having second thoughts. How could I not be? This isn’t just some random group of villains or criminals; they are our friends and Wanda is your sister.”

“And they made their decision.”

I shook my head, before pressing the pads of my fingers into my temples to stave off the oncoming headache. “You don’t seriously think it is that simple. I know you don’t.”

“This is the only way to keep her safe… The only way to protect Wanda, and to protect you too.”

“But it isn’t what either of us want.”

He took a step toward me. “So, what do you want then?!” The sudden jump in volume almost startled me. “You signed the fucking accords, that was your decision because it was the right thing to do, and you know it! What is so damn conflicting?”

“You’re being an asshole right now, Pietro.”

I crossed my arms over my chest as he expelled a sigh of exasperation and pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes shutting tightly. “I know, sorry. I just-”

“Hey, you guys it’s go time.” Rhoadey called, popping his head in for a brief moment.

Pietro and I stood before each other quietly, neither of us moving just yet. He opened and closed his mouth multiple times, clearly at a loss for words, so I made the first move. I stepped toward him, placing one hand over his cheek, thumb smoothing over his cheek bone. The truth was I didn’t know what to say either, there wasn’t anything I could say to soothe him because I did not want to lie to him. I was terrified right now, partially because I knew how things were going to go down and partially because I knew what my decision was.

My second hand pressed to his other cheek, and I pressed a tender kiss to his lips. There were no more words exchanged between us before I exited the plane.

By the time I caught up to Tony and Rhoadey on the tarmac Steve had already pled his case, explaining all about the crook psychiatrist who’d purposely triggered the sleeper agent in Barnes as well as the other super soldiers that were currently on ice and likely the doctor’s next target. Natasha had positioned herself behind Cap while Pietro went to find Wanda and the spider-kid that Tony had recruited was perched on the hood of a luggage shuttle after having locked Steve’s hands together with his strange webbing. T’Challa stood on the opposite side, scanning the area, likely searching for Barnes.

I glanced toward Tony, hoping to see something shift in his demeanor, anything to suggest he saw the other side of this. I didn’t find anything.

“You've been busy.” Steve said, glancing over at the kid.

“And you've been a complete idiot. Dragging in Clint. 'Rescuing' Wanda from a place she doesn't even want to leave, a safe place. I'm trying to keep…” Tony looked away to collect himself. “I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart.

Steve was undeterred by his words. “You did that when you signed.”

“Alright, we’re done.” Tony stated firmly. “You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us. Now! Because it's us. Or a squad of J-SOC guys with no compunction about being impolite.”

Cap didn’t respond but he glanced off further down the runway toward a hanger. I furrowed my eyebrows, every muscle in my body tense with the anticipation of what would happen next. The blond man lifted his webbed hands above his head, an arrow soaring through the air within moments, slicing the restraints clean off.

The kid started speaking but before he could finish his sentence a man spawned out of thin air, kicking him off the shuttle and returning Cap’s shield to him. “Oh great.” Tony muttered. “Alright there’s two in the parking deck, one of them is Maximoff I’m gonna grab her, Speedy meet me there. Rhoadey and Nadia you wanna take Cap.”

I looked towards Steve as Rhoadey announced that Barnes and Sam were in the terminal, prompting T’Challa to jump into action.

When the fighting began, I found myself frozen to my spot on the tarmac. For, perhaps, the first time in my life when a fight broke out, I didn’t know what to do. These people are my friends; my family, I didn’t want to fight any of them. Cap threw his shield at T’Challa to stop him in his pursuit of Barnes and Rhoadey flew in to join the fight. I didn’t think I just moved, slipping in in front of Steve to block T’Challa’s punch with my arm.

“What are you doing?” He asked me angrily.

“I’m sorry, please, don’t take this personally.” I offered before swiftly moving to knock him off of his feet. I sent a high kick toward his head, but he ducked to avoid it, attempting to punch me in the ribs but I twisted and caught his wrist, using the momentum to flip him over. He managed to land on his feet, taking a swipe at me with his claws which I avoided by flipping backwards and kicking him in the chest on my way causing him to fall onto his back.

I turned over my shoulder to see a tiny truck morph into a massive full-sized truck that was hurdling toward Rhoadey, the explosion of the crash sent me tumbling. A hand extended toward me and when I looked up my eyes met Steve’s. “So maybe you’re not so sure about the accords after all?”

 “Well, you don’t have to be annoying about it.” I grumbled as I took his hand and moved back to my feet.

A man in a red and silver suit stepped forward. “I just have to say I’m a really big fan, this is a huge moment for me.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You were small before, like a strange little bug.”

He nodded, shrugging sheepishly. “Choosing to see that as a compliment.”

Despite the situation my lips curved upward. “We need to go.” Cap said, gesturing for us to follow as he began to run down the tarmac. I followed hesitantly, not long after Wanda and Clint appeared, joining us, followed by Sam and Barnes.

The Quinjet was in sight when a blinding light appeared before us, searing into the concrete in a thick line, narrowly avoiding my toes. I looked up to see Vision hovering above us the stone on his forehead glowing. “Captain Rogers. I know you believe what you're doing is right. But for the collective good you must surrender now.”

Tony arrived then, flanked by Natasha, Rhoadey, Spider-boy, T’Challa and Pietro who watched me intently. A glance down revealed that my feet were straddling the line in the concrete, one foot on either side. All eyes were on me now. I swallowed heavily meeting Pietro’s eyes, hoping that he could see the remorse in them as I stepped over completely, taking a few steps toward Steve who nodded at me.

Tony raised his arms questioningly. “Seriously?”

“What do we do Cap?” Sam asked.

“We fight.”

Both sides began to approach and within moments the fighting had begun all over again but now it was everyone and the hits were much harder.

When I came face to face with Pietro it seemed surreal, unfathomable that we could be at such odds again. It reminded me of a time before, a time that now felt like a lifetime ago, before he knew me, before I knew him. His eyes were frantic as he approached slowly. “I guess we are supposed to be fighting.” I spoke.

I could see the violence from my peripheral, people who’d once been friends; family even, throwing punches and leaving bruises. “I’m not going to fight you, Nadia. Just listen to me.”

“Pietro, I don’t want to fight anymore either, but I’m not going to change my mind… I’m sorry I can’t go along with the accords… I can’t.”

He clutched his head for a moment before running a hand through his messy hair. “I understand. I get why you have reservations about authority and being controlled but…” I narrowed my eyes at him as he seemingly searched for the words. “Sokovia was destroyed… mine and Wanda’s home, obliterated. We did that. Our enhancements, this unimaginable power, cannot go unmanaged. It’s too dangerous.”

“Okay. You feel responsible for what happened, I get that. I’m not saying we should opt out of the fault; we were all involved, but this is not the solution. What happens when there’s a conflict that our intervention can help but the government disagrees? What happened in Sokovia was a tragedy, but a lot of people’s lives were saved by what we did as well what would have happened if we didn’t step in. I see your point, but my mind is made up, I’m not going to be something harbored by the government for their use whenever they see fit. I’ve done that. I won’t do it again.” I tried to be gentle, to keep a level-head, to preserve this thing between us but when I looked into his eyes it was different, there was still this strange feeling settled deep within my chest that something was inherently broken here. Whether it was our fate all along or whether the cracks began to form when I read the documents Zemo had sent, I wasn’t entirely sure.

His voice was filled with frustration as he spoke, so much so that it almost made me flinch. “You don’t want to be used as a weapon. That much I get, but do you really not see that this is exactly what we are? Weapons… Nadia, what was done to you in the Red Room was monstrous but there was a method to that madness, they controlled you because they knew what they were creating, and that kind of power could not go unchecked. They instilled a killing instinct in you so of course they had to manage you. That is what Ross is trying to do, they just want to oversee us because they know it’s too dangerous to let us roam free. It is for the greater good.”

It was worse than taking a bullet. So painful it nearly knocked me over. There was a searing ache in my chest as he spoke, I barely even heard him now. I took a step back from him, eyes dropping to study the cracked concrete by my feet. “You think that what was done to me was for the greater good?” It sounded nothing like me and suddenly there was a thin papery feeling filling my limbs. I hadn’t felt this way since I was a child, since I was trapped in those walls, blood all over my hands, scars littering me like reminders. The sound of a trigger being pulled, again and again, cold gunmetal against my forehead. I felt it all over again.

He opened his mouth to respond but never got the chance as a beam of red threw him backwards. My head shot over to see Wanda glaring at me. “You’re pulling punches, Nadia.” 

“So, you fight him, he’s your brother.” I managed, turning quickly to walk away. My chest ached and each breath was a struggle to swallow.

As much as I tried to delude myself that maybe things would be fine, maybe everything could go back to the way it was, there was no denying that things had irreversibly shifted.

“Not exactly the most opportune time to switch sides.” Natasha’s voice called from behind me. I caught her punch as I turned swiftly but she was expecting in and twisted her hand around to overtake my hold on her wrist and pulled me forward to trip me over her leg, dropping me down onto my back and pinning me with her arm. She smiled at me. “We’re still friends, right?”

“Depends how hard you hit me.” I taunted, pulling her down and locking my legs her arm and shoulder before twisting around rapidly to flip her over onto her stomach on the ground while I swiveled around to my feet once more.

Nat moved to her feet as well, watching me carefully. “You really aren’t on our side anymore?”

I swallowed heavily, glancing out at the wreckage around us, the punches being thrown, the friendships being torn apart. “I can’t do it, Natasha. You know I can’t.”

She nodded, once, twice. “Yeah. I guess it just feels different now that it’s really happening.”

I opened my mouth to respond but was cut off by Barnes’ words. “We gotta go, that guys probably in Siberia by now.”

An orb of red threw Natasha back as Wanda landed beside me, narrowly avoiding Rhoadey’s line of fire.

Steve spoke up next. “We gotta draw out the flyers. I'll take Vision. You get to the jet.” He gestured for me to follow Sam.

“No, you and Barnes get to the jet!” Sam responded, taking off to evade Rhoadey. “The rest of us aren't getting out of here.”

Clint nodded, fire several arrows to cover us. “As much as I hate to admit it, if we're gonna win this one, some of us might have to lose it.”

Cap looked back at me looked at me for a long moment, before glancing at the chaos behind us once again. “Nadia…” He trailed off, clearly unconvinced by this plan.

“I’ve gotten myself out of worse situations. It’ll be fine, you have to go, you cannot let that maniac doctor activate the other Winter Soldiers. You need to shut it down. We’ll cover you.”

“Alright, what's the play?”

“We need a diversion, something big.” Sam responded.

The shrinking man was the first to offer something. “I got something kind of big, but I can't hold it very long. On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half . . . don't come back for me.”

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. “Are you actually going to tear yourself if half?” I spoke, hearing Barnes offer a similar sentiment in unison.

“I do it all the time. I mean once . . . in a lab. Then I passed out.”

“You're sure about this, Scott?” Steve asked.

After hearing Scott’s reassurances, we all agreed and the man set off, leaping from the mobile stairs to grab onto Rhoadey’s back. I narrowed my eyes, wondering how this was an effective diversion. My question was answered almost immediately when Scott suddenly morphed into a towering behemoth and grabbed a hold of Rhoadey’s leg. My mouth fell open, as I watched the scene unfold before me.

“Okay, tiny dude is big now. He's big now.” Rhoadey panicked over the comms.

“I guess that’s the signal.” Steve said glancing back at me one final time.

My shock at Scott’s display became secondary as I spotted a streak of blue and silver beelining for Cap. Pietro knocked him off his feet but the moment, he was stationary long enough I grabbed him, vaulting up to wrap my legs ran for him jumping onto one of the luggage shuttles before leaping off of it to tackle him to the ground. He groaned at the impact rolling away quickly and moving back to his feet. “Go!” I shouted to Cap and Barnes. “But if I find out this whole come-to-conscience remorse act is bullshit…” I looked Barnes directly in the eye then. “I’ll kill you myself.” He nodded once, meeting my eyes for a fleeting moment before turning away and following after Steve.

 When Pietro was on his feet again, he narrowed his eyes at me.

“Really?”

I moved into a defensive position despite the way it killed me to do it. “I don’t want to do this.”

“Oh? But you seem ready to.” He muttered.

He lurched forward, but I evaded his attack and blocked the next jab as well. For a while I stuck to this, merely blocking and dodging, realistically, there was no real force or skill behind his hits anyway. There was anger sure, but these were strikes meant to hurt. “You’re holding back.” I said.

“So are you.”

The sound of a building crumbling and crashing caught my attention. Both Pietro and I looked over to see the control tower collapsing over the entrance of the hangar that Steve and Barnes were headed for. Wanda was barely managing to keep the tower afloat when Rhoadey emitted some kind of frequency that had her grasping her ears and the building crashing down around the two men. The distraction was enough for Pietro to tackle me backward pinning me to the ground. “Stay down, Nadia, don’t make this harder than it already is.”

“Sorry, but you know it’s not in my nature to make things easy for you.”  I slid my arm to press across his chest while my right leg shifted upward to push my knee into his stomach as I flipped us over swiftly, planting his back into the ground.

Another crash sounded, this time it was Scott toppling over, taking the spider-kid with him followed by the Quinjet soaring through the air. I stood quickly but was tripped by Pietro just as soon as my feet were on the ground. He’d used my classic move against me, hooking his ankle around mine and sweeping my feet. Now, I was pissed. I evaded his grip, rolling over him and situation my body behind his on the cold ground. I wrapped him into a chokehold, legs locked around him from behind. I had control of his movements, but my grip was loose over his airways, still allowing him to breath easily. “Stop fighting me!” I managed to get out.

“No! Not when you are this out of control.” I held onto him tighter as he thrashed against me. “This isn’t right, you know that the accords will protect people… but you don’t even care.” That stung, I’d admit. “This is bad, Nadia, even for you.” That cut deep, just like he knew it would.

All at once I let go of him, shoving him away from me and moving quickly to my feet. “Fuck you!” I spat, eyes stinging, stomach churning. 

“Sorry, I don’t mean it like that… this… it’s just…” He couldn’t find the words because it is what he’d meant. Even if it wasn’t he never got to finish the sentence because before he managed to spit out what he was saying because out attention was pulled by a beam of light emanating from Vision that soared right up toward the Quinjet, no doubt aimed at Sam who was tailing Rhoadey but when the former diverted courses to evade the beam it hit Rhoadey in the chest, searing through the heart of the suit. The lights shut off and suddenly he was plummeting rapidly toward the ground.

“No.” I muttered, taking off into a sprint toward the field that he was headed for. Tony was hurtling toward him from above, but he was too far behind, there was no way he would catch up. For some reason his distressed calls, over the comms for Rhoadey had my heart stuttering anxiously and made me sick to my stomach, more so than anything else had today.

Grass and dirt sprayed toward me as the War Machine suit collided with the ground. Tony landed a moment later, ripping the face plate from Rhoadey I slowed when I reached them, surveying the face of my unconscious friend, blood spattered across it. I came to a momentary halt looking between him and Tony before moving to crouch beside them and examine the injured man, but a burst of energy hit me directly in the chest causing me to tumble backward onto the grass. I pressed a hand to the sore spot where Tony’s ray had hit me, eyebrows furrowing as I looked at him.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“DON’T!” I wasn’t sure he’d ever shouted at me like that before. “Just stay the hell away, Pimenova.” The venom dripping from his words made my heart stutter again, it shattered me completely. I did not understand why it was so devastating. “You can act like double-crossing us was some moral dilemma all you want; I don’t care you made your bed and now you can lay in it. Ross is going to be hunting you; I can’t protect you from that and to be honest, right now, I don’t want to.”

My eyes stung and I turned my head away before he saw the glistening in them. “I didn’t double cross you, I tried to do this your way, I couldn’t.” I swallowed heavily, moving to my feet once more and turning away from him. Before I left, I tilted my head to the side, toward him. “And I don’t need you to protect me from anything, Tony.”

With that I walked away.

I walked out of the field and back through the airstrip, moving quickly, scanning the area as I went to ensure I didn’t bump into any of Ross’ men on my way. Unfortunately, the person who stepped in front of me just before I reached the exit was much worse than a firing squad.

Pietro watched me, chest rising and falling rapidly, frantic eyes darting across my face. “Get out of my way, Pietro.” The words were glacial, a tone I’d not taken with him in a long time.

He shook his head. “No, Nadia, I’m not moving until we talk about this.”

“We already talked about it. That’s not what you really want, what you want is for me to agree with you and that isn’t going to happen so there’s nothing left to talk about.”

“There’s nothing left to talk about?” His eyes narrowed slightly; jaw clenched but the expression on his face did not resemble anger. “That’s it then? You’re done and we aren’t even going to talk about it.”

I shrugged, there was a lump in my throat and my eyes were stinging but I swallowed it down. “You’ve made it very clear where you stand, I see now, what you really think. What more could you possibly have to say?”  He ran a frantic hand through his hair, shaking his head, eyes shut tightly as he seemed to search for the correct words. “I mean that is why you were so willing to help Hydra, no? Why you kept all of those notes, you didn’t send them… but you kept them. They were a reminder, weren’t they? Of the person I really am.” I’d never seen him look so pale, like he’d seen a ghost. I told him to move once more, he just kept shaking his head.

“No. No, you’re not walking away like this, we’re not done talking.” He swallowed heavily. “If you really cared about me… about this.” He gestured between us. “If this mattered to you, you wouldn’t do this.”

“Don’t.” I blinked rapidly, desperately fighting the stinging in my eyes. “Don’t do that, that isn’t fair, you can’t just use us against me. Our relationship can’t the deciding factor in which side I choose, and I don’t think you actually want it to be.”

He shrugged. “So maybe you don’t know me that well. It shouldn’t be such a hard decision for you, the Accords are the only way forward, the right choice. I would have thought that doing what is right for the greater good mattered enough to you that I wouldn’t have to use our relationship to sweeten the deal, but maybe I don’t know you either.” It was facetious and sounded nothing like him.

“Pietro, get out of my way now.” I gritted my teeth, forcing down the emotions that were bubbling within me, focusing on the anger, that was where my strength was. It’s what I was good at. He needed me to be the villain, maybe that’s how he’d always seen me anyway. “Move, or I will make you.”

“Is that what you’re going to do? Well, go ahead, Nadia, because that’s the only way I’m going anywhere.” He moved forward until he was standing right in front of me. “Go on then, hurt me.” I didn’t move an inch. My stomach churned and I felt ill.

I clenched my hands into fists, heart racing against my chest. All I wanted was for this to be over. In that moment, looking at his face, his beautiful, frantic blue eyes, was unbearable. “Move.” It was barely a whisper, a breath that tapered off at the end, desperate and tired. My eyes were still stinging but I ignored it, swallowing all of it down and steeling myself; just as I always had before. He refused to budge, only staring at me with an expression that made me feel small. I didn’t think I could bare another second of that look, but then I did what I warned him I would. I ducked and weaved around him and when he managed to grab me, I pressed the control on my suit that activated the red and shocked him backward. A hard hit to the side of his ribs and a kick in the back of his knee sent him to the ground.  The look he gave me then, accompanied by the pained breath passing his lips as he cradled his side, I wasn’t sure I’d ever recover from. I turned away; knowing that if I stayed now, I might not be able to leave at all. His next words had me stopping dead in my tracks for a moment.

“I guess it’s true what they say. Once a double agent…” I closed my eyes tightly, stilling my body and holding my breath, forcing myself to remain strong, to be indifferent. I’d done it a million times before, why was it so hard now? Just when I felt like I might have control Pietro spoke again. “I’m glad you didn’t say it back. It would’ve been just another lie.”

It didn’t matter how hard I tried, the stinging in my eyes wouldn’t let up but this time it didn’t stop at that. He didn’t need to add any more context than that; didn’t need to spell it out. A hot tear streamed down my cheek, burning the whole way down. I quickly wiped it, glancing back at him over my shoulder. The cold, dismayed expression that he wore faltered ever so slightly when our eyes met, his lips parting slightly as he gazed at me.

“For the record, I didn’t want it to end like this.” His eyes softened ever so slightly but I turned away before I could change my mind.

He’d be fine, maybe a little bruised but nothing beyond that, because the truth was even in the end, I’d still pulled my punches. Because when it was him, I couldn’t bring myself to put any real force into it.

He had repeatedly told me that there was no point in my incessant efforts to push him away. It wouldn’t work. I couldn’t make him hate me.

I guess he was wrong.

Though maybe I’d never needed to try to make him hate me, maybe this was just written in our fate from the beginning.

All along, solitude was the only plausible ending for me.

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Ghost of Us — Chapter 5

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This is the sequel to my book Ghost of You. Go check it out before reading this one.

Pietro Maximoff x fem! Mutant!reader

Warnings: The usual

Word Count: 1.9K

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Pietro’s P.O.V

A grunt escaped my lips as a sharp pain shot through my ribs. Immediately, my eyes opened as I lay on the ground. It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the surrounding darkness. And once they did, I grew more confused.

What the hell happened?

My surrounding became clearer the more aware I became. The scent of pines reached my nose. The grass and dirt under my legs as I slowly sat down. The flutter memory of sweet lips on m-

The moment that thought entered my mind, I became painfully aware of the absence of warmth her closeness provided me as we fell from the sky. I scanned my surrounding but found no trace of her. Too fast, and too early, I stood up, but the moment my legs straightened under me, they gave up. Quickly, I took a hold of the nearest tree. I took a deep breath as the dizziness left my body.

I looked down at myself and was not surprised to find myself bleeding through m shirt. I shrugged nonchalantly.

It would heal.

But she wouldn't, something whispered at the back of my mind, and worry swallowed me whole. She could be hurt. No, she could be dead.

Alarms flared in my mind. Ignoring the pain in my leg, I gave one step then another until I was running the fastest I could with blood running down my thigh from something that had stabbed the flesh.

Every second that passed without seeing her, conjured images of her lifeless body laying in my arms. The images were strangely familiar and made my heart ache.

She had to be somewhere around. But she wasn't. My breaths became erratics as panic flooded my system. She wasn't here.

I put my hands on my knees and took a deep breath. Panicking wouldn't help me find her, but fuck, if the thought of losing her made my insides twist painfully. After a painful deep breath, I straightened and made to move, but the sound of branches snapping above my head made me halt.

I looked up and there she was, hanging like a damn doll from the highest point, the only thing keeping her afloat being the fabric of her shirt stuck in the branches. I felt my heart stop beating for a second as I couldn't discern from where I was if she was still breathing.

With shaky feet, I started climbing. My leg was in vigorous pain, but at least it had stopped bleeding. The higher I got, the less I could feel my leg, but that didn't stop me.

Nothing would.

Not again.

I immediately grew confused, where did that come from?

I shook my head to clear my thought. It didn't matter, I had a mission, and couldn't get distracted over concussion thoughts.

When I finally reached her, it was like being punched in the lungs. Her soft hair was coated with blood that ran down her face and chest. Bruises and scratches adorned her ghostly pale skin. A big patch of blood on her shirt caught my attention, I couldn't see the wound, but in the way it wouldn't stop leaking blood, I knew it had to be serious.

I couldn't distinguish if the movement of her chest was the breeze or her breathing, and that terrified me. As fast as I could, I crawled along the bough of the three to get as close to her as possible. I placed my hands around her waist and slowly tugged her towards me. The branches holding her uptight released her, and before she could fall, I pulled her ice-cold limp body to my chest. I didn't have time to check if she was alive, it was getting dark, and I needed to find help as fast as possible. Or that's what I convinced myself of because I knew if she was dead, I wouldn't survive it.

With her safely secured in my arms, I descended as fast as I could, avoiding making sudden movements that could worsen her wounds.

Once on the ground, I repositioned her body, one arm behind her knees and the other behind her shoulders, so I could move faster, and keep an eye on her.

I never had an issue with my healing, it was mostly fast, but it did take some time, something I didn't have right now. My leg was fucked, and I couldn't run, so I walked, and sprinted for as long as I could manage.

Darkness surrounded us as the sun faded away, bringing coldness in its absence. I kept walking, I didn't know where, I just walked. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes into hours. We were lost, and she was hurt, and I couldn't do anything for her more than the stupid tourniquet I made a while ago.

At this point, my leg was completely useless. I knew a little rest would heal it enough, but there was no time. I was afraid time had already run out, and that the girl in my arms was anything more than a body.

It was so dark I didn't see the void in front of us. Grunts escaped my lips as we rolled downhill. I tightened my arms around my girl and didn't let go. I tried to slow us down by gripping onto something, we were going too fast to be able to make out anything but the pain of our descent.

Before I knew it, we reached the bottom. For a moment, I just lay there. My ears were ringing and my head hurt. I must have hit it with something.

A tiny whine woke me up from my disoriented state. I held my breath and waited. The body over me stirred, and a painful moan escaped her lips.

My body protested as I sat down, avoiding moving her as much as I could. Slowly, I moved her battered body, so she was resting in my lap. With delicacy, I didn't know I possessed, I cupped her face. The moonlight allowed me enough light to see her gorgeous eyes slowly peel open.

Y/n's P.O.V

Back when I was in the asylum, darkness would be the first and last thing I would see. I guess, in a way, it was a form of torture. One they knew worked wonders on me, especially before they did procedures on me.

I didn't know it then. They feared me. They were so scared they didn't dare touch me before chaining me in the dark, because they knew what the darkness did to me. They made me weak so they could torture me. The warm-up, I think they would call it.

I have to say, they really knew what they were doing. Leaving me in complete darkness for hours before they came to fetch me, gave my mind millions of possibilities to imagine what they would do to me next. Not knowing what they were going to do to me, made everything worse. Torturing me wasn't enough, they had to break me.

And they did, for many years they succeeded. But they never foresaw the variable that is called Pietro. I wish I could say he mended me and put me back together, but that would be a lie. You couldn't mend something that would break every day. So no, he didn't fix me, but he didn't have to, because he did something better. Pietro Maximoff gave me something to look forward to every day. So when he left, my world collapsed, and it was like i never left that place to begin with.

So when I opened my eyes to complete darkness being held by him, I knew I had to be dreaming, because Pietro Maximoff was no longer mine.

I was sprawled in his lap, his hand cupping my cheek as he absently caressed my skin. I tried to sit down, but the sharp pain that shot through my ribs and stomach made me cry out in pain and panic. I hadn't realized when I first woke up, but I was now acutely aware of my wounds. A sob left my lips, as the skin around my wound stretched.

“It's okay. I've got you” Pietro croaked, his other hand stroking my hair as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear.

“It hurts, Piet.”

“I know, scumpul meu. I know” His hold on me tightened as he rocked us back and forth. It really is bittersweet, that even after everything we've gone through, the only time he can hold me is when I'm on the brink of death.

“We really need to stop meeting like this” I humorlessly laughed. I really hated this, and after all I've gone through, I desperately needed a break. Wong would have a field day hearing this story, I couldn't wait to tell him all bout Pietro again. He might act uninterested, but he loved the gossip I brought to the sanctum. I smiled at the thought. God, I missed them so much.

“No, no, stay awake” I felt his finger brushing through my hair. I hadn't even realized I had closed them. “Please don't die on me” He begged, his mouth on my forehead. I was half passed out, but I couldn't help the snort that left me. If only he knew.

“Oh, believe me, this is not the way I'll die” I assured him, just before consciousness slipped through my fingers.

Pietro's P.O.V

“FUCK! No, no, wake up” I could hear the panic in my voice, but I didn't care. My hands were shaking so much, it would've been impossible to check her pulse. I rapidly lowered my head to her chest and when I heard her heartbeat, I almost fainted with relief. Without thinking, I gathered her in my arms and simply hugged her for what felt like hours.

This was the first time in the day when I knew she was alive. She was badly hurt and lost way too much blood, but she was alive.

The adrenaline wore off ages ago, but out of nowhere, energy surged through my body. The pain was still there, but it was more manageable than it had ever been. I have no idea what just happened, but it didn't matter.

With her delicate body safely tucked in my arms, I stood up and walked as fast as I could without wounding her any further. Kilometers of trees and green surrounded us, making me lose hope that I could find a place where she could rest. I looked down at my arms and noted her skin had gotten paler, and she had started shivering. I brought her closer to my chest in hopes she would absorb some of my heat.

I really had no idea where I was going, and I needed to figure it out now. Earlier I can swear I saw some birds flying north, if we follow that route, maybe we-

I stopped in my tracks and looked at my surroundings. We were the only people here, I was sure of that, but deep down I knew there was someone with us. Out of nowhere, an icy feeling overcame me, it was weird, like cold water. I absentmindedly remembered someone describing the feeling as 'having a bucket filled with ice thrown over your head'. I shook my head. I was getting paranoid.

I resumed my walking, but suddenly, as if being pulled by a rope, I headed west. I had no reason to head that way, but call it desperation or familiarity, I went with my instinct. And just when I thought I was wrong, I made a turn between some thick logs, and a wood cabin appeared in front of my eyes.

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Take My Whiskey Neat (Part 2)

Summary: Logan and his newfound daughter take a trip to Alkali Lake. One is in search of who he was before 1979. The other is looking for who her parents were before she joined Charles Xavier's school. Ghosts come back to haunt them both. How will they act when faced with these challenges? Part 1 Tags: father-daughter fluff, angst, canon typical violence, creepy stalker mentioned in first section, broken bones, use of firearms, use of an original character Word Count: 20k+ A/N: I do not own any of the characters mentioned except for Amaris Howlett. The divider credits are in my master list. Images found on Pinterest. Amaris' face claim is Devery Jacobs. Also, if you think something in here is written wrong (when it comes to the heritage of the character) PLEASE TELL ME!

Leaving the school hadn't been something she planned on being a forever thing. There would always be a part of her that stayed with the school, and it with her, beyond just the memories tied with it. Danger room sessions with her fellow X-men, crying to Storm when a boy broke her heart for the first time, supporting Jean when she thought she blew her chances with Scott, asking Charles why he gave her chance after chance every time she accidentally hurt somebody else. Of course, teaching the kids was another fond memory of hers.

Though none were more fonder than the sleepless nights she stayed up on the rooftop with him.

She was brought out of her thoughts when she saw Logan signaling to her, pointing at the next exit sign about a mile away. They had been driving for a good portion of the day before winding up in Toledo, Ohio. With the sun setting behind them, Amaris wondered if Logan wanted to continue riding along toward the Canadian border or if he wanted to find a place to stop for the night. They still had quite a way to drive to reach Alberta, let alone to get to the border of the countries.

Logan revved the motorcycle engine as he led Amaris and Jeep to the exit lane, aiming to find a place to lie low for the night. His mind had been whirling most of the drive, flooded with the memories of his life, the things he began to remember. The images that felt the most vivid were of him and Amaris when she was a baby. They were the warmest in his mind, a time of peace and comfort, along with the woman he saw. He couldn't believe he had a family, or that his memories and time with them had been stolen from him.

However, other memories flooded his mind. Brief glimpses of him in army uniforms, holding guns and other period clothing flooded his mind. So many visions of war clawed within his mind. He can remember certain scenes of different wars he had been in, remembering the look on other people's faces. He saw blood splattered across the floor of forests and pastures and heard bullets flying and ricocheting off of people and their environment.

What bothered him more was the pounding he heard in his head heavily outweighed the roaring of the engine of the motorcycle. He needed off of the hunk of metal, at least for a few hours.

The Jeep roared behind him as Logan found a little side-of-the-highway hotel to stay at, one of those big commercial ones. The big red sign advertised eighty dollars a night. It was the perfect pitstop for their long journey, and with a bar across the street, Logan knew he would find some peace and quiet in his mind.

He found a space to park the motorcycle, and Amaris pulled the Jeep up alongside him. As he stood up, the motorcycle creaked as it rose up into its normal fashion. Logan rubbed the palms of his hands, hearing his knuckles pop as if metal rubbed against each other. He watched as Amaris hopped out of the jeep, stuffing the keys into the pocket of her jeans. Neon lights began to illuminate the stretch of road they found themselves on before music from the bar began to play.

You are in charge of the rooms, kid, I need a drink. He tilted his head just enough to crack his neck before turning around and crossing the road.

Amaris rolled her eyes, grabbing both of their bags out of the jeep. She found her way to the main office, entering with the sound of little bells alerting the receptionist of her arrival. A little television was on a news channel.

"As of tonight, the New York police department, the FBI, and other governing agencies still do not know what happened on Ellis Island or Liberty Island last week. An up-and-coming group named The Friends of Humanity has deemed the act a mutant resistance, calling for a mutant registry. At this time, The Friends of Humanity have not been backed up by a governing body."

The receptionist hummed. We're better off without mutants. Freaks. The comment was made to himself, but with her slightly enhanced senses, Amaris was able to hear it.

If only he knew she was one of the few mutants responsible for the destruction on Liberty Island.

Or how many people she and the X-Men saved that night. Mostly the X-Men. All she managed to do was destroy parts of the museum and get her neck snapped by Sabertooth.

The man watched her as she approached the desk, setting the bags down at her feet. I need a room please, two queens.

He eyed her up and down, staring at her a little too hard for her liking. He looked down at a room registry he had, looking at the options. I can offer you a room with a king... and I'm not just talking about the mattress honey. He winked at her, smiling a half smile.

It appeared he had been missing the majority of his teeth, and the ones he still had were filled in with silver fillings. Amaris did her best to hide her physical repulsion from the heavier-set man. Sorry, I don't feel like sharing a bed with my brother. She remained firm in her response, though she could tell this didn't deter the man.

He looked back at the list, then clicked his tongue. hmm, I dunno...

Amaris looked over at the screen again, seeing the report about the mutants. About her, and her father, and her friends... her family.

Just, tell me you don't service... them... here. Speaking against mutants, against incredibly talented people like her students and her friends was something she would never do. It felt as if she had betrayed them with her words, but she knew others had to do the same thing.

He looked at the screen, then back to her. He nodded, writing in the document before him. It seems as if I do have a room left, with two queen beds. He produced two keys as Amaris handed him cash. What is the last name for the reservation?

Amaris squatted down, picking the bags back up. Howlett.She grabbed the keys after replying to him, making a quick exit, and turning in the direction of the hotel room. She closed her eyes for a moment, shaking the thoughts out of her mind. Calling her kind out like that just to gain the favor of the receptionist in exchange for a dry place to sleep for a while.

What would the Professor say?

Amaris had found the hotel room, entered it, and set their bags down on the beds. With nothing much left to do, she made sure to lock the door behind her, before entering the bathroom. She flipped the light on, the stale yellow-white light showed her the dingy countertop, small shower, and equally small toilet. She removed her jean jacket, turning and tossing it onto one of the beds. She began to run her hands through her hair, pulling the ponytail holder out.

Her hair was rather long, having kept to the traditions she read about growing up. She knew from an early age she had been Indigenous, mostly thanks to Charles Xavier who dug into her mind to see where she had come from. With his help, she was able to read and research about her native ancestors, the Blackfoot people.

Her hair was the biggest connection she had to her ancestors and her family. As it relaxed behind her, her hair stretched down to almost her waistline. The ends of her hair looked a little wind-sharpened. Nothing her hairbrush couldn't handle.

Her hair was the least of her concerns right now.

She could hear the door of the room creak open. Knowing she had locked it behind her and having both keys in her jeans pockets, she knew Logan wasn't around. She stayed facing the mirror, as the sink and counter area was exposed to the room behind her. She took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she listened to her surroundings.

She quickly snapped around, grabbing the wrist of the receptionist, pinning it backward to the point the man had grabbed his arm and began sulking backward. Next time, pal, I hope she isn't as merciful as I am.

He began to plead with her, sobbing "no's" between winces and groans.

Amaris flashed her teeth at him, as she growled her slightly sharpened canines shimmered in the dull light of the bathroom. Pull some shit like that again, and I swear to you, you won't be able to run back home with your tail between your legs. She then continued to walk him back toward the door, pinning his wrist back even a little further. She opened the door, making sure to lock the door behind her. Now, be a good little boy, and make like a retiree heading to Florida. She let go of his wrist, watching as he grabbed at it and held it close to his chest, turning around and making his way back to the office.

She knew it wasn't safe to be by herself right now, and she had a feeling Logan could easily get into some trouble here. She stuffed her hands in her pockets, walked through the little parking lot, and crossed the street.

The music grew louder, as did the sounds of voices flowing out of the bar. Logan sat at the corner of the bar, puffing on a new cigar he had tucked away in his jacket, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand before him on the bar top. His eyes darted from the glass to the mirrored-back bar watching the young woman enter the bar, walking up to his side and taking a seat. He turned to look at her, his fingers reaching out to take a strand of her hair between his index and middle finger. Has it always been this long?

Amaris pointed at Logan's glass when she made eye contact with the bartender before turning back to her father. Ever since we met last week. She really should have tied it back up again. I don't normally wear it down. It gets in the way.

Logan huffed a little as the bartender refilled his glass and brought one out to Amaris. He took another puff of his cigar, letting its smoke fill his throat and lungs before blowing the smoke out. I'm not a good person.

Amaris grabbed her glass, scooting it closer to her, the tips of her fingers covering the lip of the glass, holding her face with her other hand. What do you mean? She asked him.

He brought his glass up to his lips, swallowing the amber liquid in one gulp, setting the empty glass on the bar top. The burn was something he thought would bother him more than the conversation at hand, though here he was. I need to figure out what happened to me, what led me to where I am today. He tapped the ashes of his cigar into the tray sitting between them before he looked back at her. When the Professor...he gestured with two fingers to his temple, I saw things that I've only seen in the movies... and more.

Amaris looked at him puzzled. Her lips parted, intending to speak. However, she was caught off guard when a hand grabbed her head, forcing it into the bartop.

A shotgun was loaded, cocked as the hotel receptionist stood with two men. One of the men held Amaris' face into the bartop. Logan stood up quickly, his claws exposed. Amaris braced herself on the bartop, her bone claws were exposed, though with her hands not positioned in the right way, the two long claws that would appear at her knuckles were now forced through her palms. She groaned against the pain of the claws in their unnatural position and the sensation of the bridge of her nose grinding against the old liquor-soaked wooden bar. I told you she was a mutant! She attacked me at the hotel!

Some of the bargoers left the bar quickly, grabbing their items and leaving the scene. Some of the others stayed behind, unsure which side they would jump into.

Logan looked at the three men, pointing a hand toward them. You want to fight a mutant, fine. Fight me, leave her out of this.

The receptionist pointed the shotgun at Logan. You must be the brother she mentioned about. Mr. Big Man In Charge. I can see where she gets her sour attitude from.

Logan looked between the three men. He slashed at the shotgun, though not enough of it to disable the weapon. Kill the mutant bitch, Frank.

Amaris stepped on the man's foot, causing his grip on her to loosen a little. He dropped his head at the same time she threw hers backward. The back of her head and his nose collided. Amaris spun around, maneuvering the man around and throwing him behind the bar. Logan slashed at the gun again, destroying it as he eyed the clerk. Amaris moved around Logan, ducking down and kicking the man's feet out from underneath him, knocking the third man off of his feet and onto the ground. She was able to manipulate her claws back into her forearms, grabbing a fistful of the man's shirt at his neck, and standing over him.

Logan grabbed the other man by his jacket, Don't get me wrong, bub. She can have a sour attitude, and we share that. But that mutant bitch isn't my sister. Logan's eyes shifted back and forth as he looked down on the other man. He could smell just how terrified he was from the encounter. That's my daughter.

Amaris heard the words, though as rough and gruff sounding as he threatened the other man, Amaris instantly felt emotionally pulled to Logan. To her father. The man who just a few minutes prior stated he wasn't a good man. How did those words taste now?

Now, you just ruined my night, and I lost my cigar. Why don't I repay the favor by ruining that smug grin of yours? Logan brandished the claws from his right hand, a sinister glint in his eye as he smiled down at the man.

Amaris turned to look back at Logan. She knew they had to be better than that, to give mutants a fighting chance. Dad, we can't go around mutilating humans because they threatened us.

Logan held his eye contact with the heavier-set receptionist, shaking his head slightly. Mutilating? No. Plastic Surgery.

Amaris looked back down at the man below her. She let go of his collar, standing up straighter and running a hand through her hair. I think they got the picture.

Amaris turned to look at her father, though was met with a blade to her chest, right below her heart. The first man she tossed over the bar and came out fighting again. She groaned, feeling the blade begin to move as her muscles, tendons, and tissues began to regenerate before gripping the knife and pulling it out of her chest. That was not very nice. That hurt. She rubbed the spot where he had stabbed her, often finding open wounds extremely itchy as they healed. The man looked down at where her wound would have been, mortified as he watched it heal almost instantly with very little blood staining her shirt.

The man who had been lying on the ground had rolled over, getting to his feet, and ran out of the bar as quickly as he could. Logan stared at the man in front of him. Okay fat boy, you have about three seconds to get your glory hole friend here out of this place and go home before my patience decides to take a vacation.

Amaris nodded, still holding the knife in her hand. She bent her elbow in front of her, running the blade between the fabric of her shirt, wiping the blood away. Trust me, running home to Mama is the best-case scenario here. She whispered to the man, Frank, smirking a little.

The Howlett's watched the men run away in fear, grabbing onto each other as they hollered, leaving the establishment. Logan turned to look at Amaris, his once stone-cold facade cracked as Amaris found the concern that filled his eyes. She nodded a few times, waving her hand at him, letting him know she was fine. She put the knife in her boot, keeping it as a souvenir from the encounter. She walked back to her seat, picked the chair back up, and set it where she found it.

The bartender threw a rag over his shoulder, crossing his arms. He looked between the two mutants, shaking his head back and forth. Money is money, I don't care where it comes from. But I can't have you two here. Not because you're mutants, but because your presence has already drawn too much excitement for one night.

Logan grumbled under his breath walking out of the door in front of Amaris. She nodded, leaving some cash on the counter and grabbing the bottle he left where they had been sitting before following suit behind Logan. She looked down at her shirt, her fingers running over the sliced fabric. Look, let's get a couple of hours of sleep before we get back on the road.

Logan looked over at her as they crossed the street. You first. I still have a few hours left in me. It was a lie, but he couldn't stand being in Ohio for any longer than he needed to.

Amaris shook her head. You're the one on a two-wheeled machine that weighs as much as you do, if not a little more. She looked up at him, having been nearly half a foot shorter than him.

Logan continued to march on, almost ready to hop back on the motorcycle and continue to ride on. The only thing keeping him from doing so was his bag was now in the room, and he had no idea where he was going. I don't need somebody else to worry about me, he commented. He meant for it to sound absolute, however his tone betrayed him.

She could hear the slight fear in his voice, almost sounding like a whisper between the two of them. She handed him the bottle as an offering. She couldn't find any words that sounded right to reply to him. It was hard for her since she grew up in a safe place while he had wandered around without a clue about who he was or what he was. She had that luxury, he did not.

It was hard on him since he learned a few things about himself at the mansion. He had become a loner because of what a man did to him. He had nothing to go off of to find out who he was. Then to learn he had a family, a rather small one, but no less a family that he cared for and supported. Now, he was reunited with a young woman who was his young daughter once, at a point in both of their lives where they were dealing with their identities. Logan looked down at the bottle, accepting it from her, remaining silent.

Amaris led him to the hotel room, opened the door, and walked over to her bag. She pulled a CD player out with some headphones. She had a disc already loaded into the player, Hybrid Theory by Linkin Park. Logan looked at her, watching as she crossed the room again, taking a seat in the chair next to the little table. I told you, get some sleep. She responded, kicking both of her feet on the tabletop.

Logan took a swig from the bottle, narrowing a brow at her. He had plenty of time to brood around her, but he needed to make it to Canada. He sat down on the bed, kicking his boots off before leaning against the pillow and headboard and setting the bottle down on the side table. He relaxed his shoulders, shutting out the sounds of the world around him as police sirens could be heard approaching the bar. He thought they should have left, but he went against his better judgment, deciding sleep was better for them.

Amaris monitored the situation outside, parting one of the slits of the blinds to see the bartender meet the cops outside. He pointed down the road as they conversed. Music and lyrics filled her mind as she watched for nearly twenty minutes. The police left the bar, heading down the road in the direction the man pointed them. Amaris began to wonder if he was a mutant himself or just somebody unbothered and truly meant what he said earlier. There is still some good in people out there she thought to herself, looking away from the bar and back down to her CD player.

She skipped back to Crawling when she began to hear the subtle breaths of Logan who was drifting off to sleep. The lyrics suddenly became darker for her as she looked over at her father.

There's something inside of me that pulls beneath the surface, Consuming, Confusing

With a quiet exhale, Amaris looked away from Logan, looking down at her CD player wondering why she had decided to listen to this album.

In the early morning hours, Amaris and Logan loaded up the jeep with their items. There was no sign of the receptionist from the previous night or any of his buddies. Logan straddled the motorcycle again, a distinct creak of the metal filled the air briefly before he turned the engine over. They had enough gas to get them out of Ohio before needing to make another pitstop. Logan led the way, pulling out of the parking lot as Amaris followed him in the jeep. Logan seemed intent on leaving Toledo as quickly as possible. After the events of last night, she didn't blame him.

Amaris had never been to Canada before. The furthest west she has been is Nevada. There was a conference about mutants that her very good friend Dr. Hank McCoy invited her to. He was more like an uncle to Amaris if she had to label it. He is incredibly smart beyond his years. He had been one of her teachers once before he was elected into office, Secretary of Mutant Affairs. Amaris remembered the party the mansion had when he left, wanting to send him with a warm send-off. Hank had always been an honored guest at the school, serving as one of its first round of teachers, and a X-Men himself.

It was strange to discover she had been Canadian, though she knew everybody came from someplace. She wondered if Logan too had been originally from Canada. With the way he looked, he only appeared in his younger to mid-thirties, despite being at least old enough to be her father. She was twenty-four now, choosing to celebrate her birthday on the first of every year because she did not know when her actual birthday was. It felt nearly impossible to know that information now. If they lucked out, maybe they could find some information about Logan, and in turn, maybe about her too.

Or her mother. Kayla.

Amaris and Logan had crossed the Canadian border three hours prior. It was a nervous process for Amaris as it had been the first time she left the United States, though Logan seemed so calm and cool about the situation. He led the charge, stating they were returning home to pick up a few things before heading back to New York. She admired how quick he was to come up with a story, and Amaris was quick to follow up with it.

They arrived in Calgary, needing to find their next place to rest up for a bit. Logan had wanted to find a spot to drink while Amaris was more invested in doing research. She needed to find somewhere for them to start, and logically the library was the best place to start. Logan watched as Amaris grabbed her coat, using the thicker one that she packed since it had been colder out today. You really think you are going to find something at the library?

She turned to look at him, having just finished braiding her hair in a single braid. I'm sure I can find something out about Alkali Lake. You need to have all the information you can get so you can find some answers.

Logan finished lacing up his boots. What do you get out of all of this? We've driven well over a thousand miles in four days. Just for what? A road trip?

Amaris shook her head. I've had others help me figure out who I was, as a person, my whole life. I just want to repay that favor, and hopefully, help you not find out who you are. I want to help you remember what you were.

Logan stood up, approaching Amaris as he looked her over. He still couldn't shake the image of the woman, Kayla, out of his mind. He could see Kayla in Amaris, and he could see himself in her. It was rather unsettling for him, only because he knew that he had been emotionally tied to her already. He wouldn't know what to do if something happened to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, nodding as his lips pulled into a thin line. Don't get into any trouble here. I know you attract trouble.

Amaris looked up at him, confused if he was just saying that, or if it came from potential concerns about her. I'll behave. The only scrape I can get into is with a piece of paper from a paper cut. I promise.

Logan nodded, then dragged a finger over her hair again. I like it like that. It suits your face. Logan stepped away, grabbing his wallet, passport, and keys. This gave Amaris time to leave, heading out of the hotel room and walking toward the stairs.

To have a dad was a strange feeling for her. Somebody who cared for her, well that was something else. Her family was Charles, Scott, Ororo, Jean, and Hank. She had a familial bond with students like Jubilee, Kitty Pryde, and Bobby Drake. She had a couple of lovers in the past, all of them having left the school to go down their own paths.

Some days she felt she could still hear him walking around the school, or smell his aftershave. Her mind would play tricks on her in her most vulnerable moments, often feeling his presence wrap her up in a cool embrace when her mind was fighting between waking up and going back to sleep.

She approached the jeep, hopping into the driver seat and turning the engine over. As she settled into the seat, a big gust of wind kicked up behind her, and just as fast as it rolled through, the wind rolled right out. It certainly caught her attention, along with the very faint scent that came with it.

It couldn't be. It was just another trick of the mind, reminding her that no matter how much of a mutant she was, she still was human at the end of the day.

Amaris left the parking lot of the hotel as Logan left the hotel room, watching her drive off toward the library. He was ready for a drink, and maybe some pool. He knew he was acting hard on her, acting as if the situation wasn't something natural. He was having a hard time believing that he had been nobody to everybody nearly two weeks prior. Now he was a part of the X-Men, and he was a father. Or that his daughter was an adult in her mid twenties.

That he had forgotten about her.

It was honestly for the best for her. He couldn't fathom being a father. Could mutants reproduce? It seemed like a silly question, seeing as they were nothing more than humans. They just happened to have special abilities, as Charles taught him. What was so special about steak knives in his arms and healing abilities?

Logan huffed, heading toward the motorcycle, wanting his drink as quickly as possible, and space between him and Amaris.

While Logan went on the hunt for his next drink, Amaris found her way to the library. She was honest when she said she was going to do some research about the lake, however, she had a few more keywords she wanted to search. Howlett, Logan Howlett, Kayla, Kayla and Logan.

Selfishly, she wanted to know where she came from. What hospital was she born in? Where did her parents meet? Where did they live? Alberta in the Seventies had to be different from the turn of the century.

She parked the jeep, grabbing the notebook and folder she brought with her. She was going to find some answers, no matter how much time she had to invest in it. She owed it to Logan. She owed it to herself.

It was easy to gain access to the library. She approached the counter to speak with one of the librarians. Hey there. Can you help me find some information about Alkali Lake? There was a military base there, and I was hoping there was something about that here.

The older woman looked at her. Alkali? She asked her, confused before shrugging her shoulders. I'd suggest looking in our geography section. Third row to your right, toward the middle of the aisle. If not, come speak with me and I'll give you computer access.

Amaris nodded, parting ways with the older woman before heading for the section. Every footstep she took felt heavier and heavier as if walking into impending trouble. She could feel her breath hitch in her throat as she entered the aisle. A pounding sound echoed in her mind as she walked in the row, approaching the section.

She turned, scanning over the many rows of books. Her eyes read the spines as quickly as she could, eventually reading one that caught her eye. Alkali Lake: A History.

She reached out to grab the book at the same time a slight breeze swept past her. A figure now stood with their back leaning against the bookshelf. The book she was once focused on was now in their hands. He opened the book, flipping through the pages. Princessa, I did not know you were interested in lakes. His voice was velvety smooth as always, though his posture was different.

Amaris looked up at the man, his accent filling her ears once again. His aftershave filled her nostrils as the fabric of his jacket rested at his sides. Pietro?

He closed the book, leaning away from the bookshelf, handing the book over to her. What is the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost. His icy blue irises pierced her hazel eyes. Suddenly, they both were twenty and twenty-three all over again. He thought she hadn't changed in the slightest, albeit her hair was longer now.

Amaris took hold of the book, observing his features. His eyes and his hair were much different now. He almost looked much happier. Not a ghost, she commented, pressing her brows together. You changed your hair. The roots of his hair remained dark brown, though he bleached the majority of its length. Did you cross paths with Justin Timberlake?

Pietro nodded, running a hand through it. Do you like it?

Amaris smiled, nodding as he took a step closer to her. She exhaled sharply, then took half a step backward. What are you doing here, Pietro?

He chuckled a little, then pouted his lip. Maybe I missed you? He watched her as a flush of pink graced her cheeks. Last time I checked, this isn't New York. And it's certainly not the mansion. What are you doing up here?

Amaris looked down, needing to break herself away from his gaze. This didn't make any sense. What was Pietro doing in Alberta? Uh.. I'm doing some self-discovery. It wasn't lying, but she wasn't telling the whole truth.

Something the man knew about Amaris was her inability to keep eye contact when she was hiding something. Come on. How long has it been? Three years?

Amaris looked back up at him, doing her best to keep a stone expression. Four. Four years since Pietro decided to leave the mansion, wanting to find his father and know why he and his sister were pawned off to the care of Charles Xavier when their powers were activated. Something Amaris couldn't blame him for wanting, but to do everything in his power to keep her from joining him on his trip was something else.

Pietro whispered lowly between the two of them, holding his hands out to his sides as if throwing in the towel. What is that place? He asked, pointing at the book.

Amaris pulled the book toward her chest. I don't know yet. That's why I'm studying it.

Pietro spun on his heels, placing a hand on her shoulder. Perfect. We can study this book together, then. He had been more than half a foot taller than her, though Amaris had been shorter than most people she had met. She stood at a solid five feet and two inches tall on a good day. With Pietro being nearly six feet tall, she often found herself climbing on objects to be somewhere near or at his eye level. Before she could even put up a fight, she found herself walking in tandem with Pietro toward an empty table. Just like old times.

Amaris watched as he took a seat at the table, then she followed suit. Settling the book down on the tabletop, she reached for her notebook. The sound of whirling air filled the space again. Once she had her notebook and pen in hand, she looked back up to see him looking through the book again. Too bad super speed doesn't come with speed reading.

Amaris reached over the table, taking the book from him. Believe me, I remember. She rested back in her chair, flipping to the index of the book. You never answered my question from earlier. Why are you here, Pietro? She peered up, staring at him over the book.

I could listen to you say my name all day long, he cooed, finding it rather relaxing. He crossed his arms, leaning back in the chair as he balanced it on the back two legs. I haven't heard from my sister in a couple of weeks. Last place I knew her to be was in this freezing hell hole.

So you came to the library? Please, I know you better than that. Amaris flipped to a chapter in the index that piqued her interest, rolling her eyes at his comment.

Pietro hummed a little, looking at her. No. But the sound of Summers' motorcycle rolling through the city was certainly something of interest to me. He rested all four legs of the chair on the ground before leaning on the table. So where is Summers?

Amaris looked up at Pietro, fumbling with the pen in her left hand. In New York, with the others. Amaris brisked over the sentences in the book, pulling out a few points. A location of an old quarry. Knowing militaries could be finicky about their locations, she wanted to make note of the quarry.

Pietro tilted his head, looking at the notebook she was writing in. Then who's on the bike? Your new boyfriend? He tested her, wondering what he was up against.

She looked visibly disgusted. Gross, no. A year was written, 1973. He's a friend. Scott and Ororo saved him a couple of weeks ago near Laughlin City, just north of here.

Pietro nodded, pressing his lips together. So you are just escorting him home with Summers' motorcycle.

Amaris set the pen down, looking at Pietro. Didn't you say your sister was missing? Isn't that more important than wondering if I'm dating anybody?

So, you are single. He commented, smiling again.

She tapped the pen on the notebook, her patience running thin with him. I have other things I'm doing right now.

Pietro nodded again, looking into her eyes again. Like destroying Liberty Island?

Amaris set the pen down on the notebook, Sssush! she commanded, then looked around to make sure people did not hear him. She looked back at him, clenching her jaw momentarily. How do you know about what happened on Liberty Island?

Pietro chuckled looking at her expression. World leaders gathered on Ellis Island, and some funky shit goes down on Liberty Island. Mutants are to blame. X-Men were obviously involved.

Amaris crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair as she crossed her legs. What do you want to know?

For starters, what are you really doing here?

A pair of boots could be heard approaching the table. The heavy smell of a freshly smoked cigar filled the air. Amaris knew her father was within feet of her. She smirked, knowing it was her out of the conversation.

Logan walked up behind her, noticing the other man. He observed him, quickly deciding something was wrong with the conversation at hand. Is everything okay here? He asked Amaris, standing behind her.

Amaris smirked at Pietro. Yes. She turned to look up at Logan briefly before looking back at the icy man. Just catching up with an old friend.

Pietro chuckled a little. You have a funny way of describing friends, Princessa. Logan eyed him, and a very low growl could be heard emitting from his throat.

Amaris smirked, knowing this was more for her entertainment than anything else. Pietro, this is Logan. My father.She watched as his smug grin began to evaporate. Logan, this is Pietro Maximoff. He was a student at Charles' school. She could hear the shift in his posture as she spoke. Pietro is my ex-boyfriend.

Pietro stood up quickly, adjusting his jacket. He never knew Amaris to have a father, nor to expect him to look so young. Logan watched him, silent as he watched the man squirm around. Your fath- Pietro's lips drew into a flat line again. It's nice to meet you, sir. I need to go, though. I need to find my sister.

Logan watched him, a master of the uncomfortable situation, as Pietro backed away, retreating from the mutant duo. He exhaled the breath he held onto, then walked around the table and sat down. What was his deal?

Amaris shrugged her shoulders. I don't know. He was always skittish. She looked back down at the book, picking up the pen again. A word to the wise, never date somebody with super speed. You'll regret it.

Logan nodded. Is he trusted enough to know about us?

Amaris nodded, scanning through the book again. Pietro is known for a lot of things. Betrayal and snitching isn't one of them. She looked back up at him after writing some more brief notes. What happened with the drink and pool?

Logan shrugged his shoulders. The scene is rather dead right now. Plus, I knew you couldn't stay out of trouble.

Amaris looked up at him, narrowing one eyebrow. She set the pen down, studying Logan for a moment. She studied his features, how he sat in the chair, how smug he looked poking fun at her time spent with an unexpected visitor. Misery keeps company.

An older man approached the table, appearing in his early sixties. Logan? Logan Howlett? Is that really you, boy?

Logan was quick to turn to the man, running a hand over the back of his neck. Me?

Amaris knew this was an opportunity they needed to find more information. Oh, sorry sir. This is my brother, Robert. Logan is our father. She watched as Logan looked back at her, winking at him to make him play along.

The older man was still fixated on Logan. His lip quivered as he spoke. Really? No kidding! Logan would have to be well into his fifties by now. My God, rest his soul.

Amaris was quick to respond again. Yes, he truly is his father's son. She paused for a moment, thinking about the later part of his sentence. Yes, I was still very young when it happened. Robert had a car accident not too long ago and he is experiencing some amnesia.

Logan looked from Amaris up to the older man, nodding. Right... yes. Really bad accident, as I have been told. He gently kicked her foot under the table, earning him a glare.

The older man nodded a few times, then turned to the girl. You must be little Amaris! Oh heavens, I remember your parents pulling up to the yard with you in the middle. You even took a little tumble in my office once. Logan was so quick to pick you up. He was mortified every time, constantly looking for scratches or bruises. You were a tough little cookie.

Her eyes softened a little, hearing the story the man told them. She struggled to push those feelings to the side as she continued her investigation. The yard?

The older gentleman chuckled a little, holding his belly. The lumbar yard. I doubt you would remember any of that now. You're much too young for that.

Logan looked up at the older man, placing a hand on his hip as he spoke. You know, I can't remember where the yard is. I keep trying to remember, but it all is still very blurry.

The older man nodded, placing a hand on Logan's shoulder. It was about an hour and a half west of here. There's a house built on it now, but the yard was there. A little lumber mill area that was operational in the seventies. Logan didn't make much, like the rest of us, but he made it work for his family. The man squeezed Logan's shoulder, proudly looking down at him.

His family? Amaris asked. Sorry, that sounded obvious, didn't it?

The man nodded. Most of the other guys didn't understand Logan. He was focused on his work and remained silent most of the day. However, he always smiled when he saw Kayla. She was a pretty young woman, she would be proud to see how big her little one has grown. Just as beautiful.

Kayla was a pretty woman.

Kayla was.

A woman appeared at the table. There you are, Hank. You can't run off like that. She gently scolded the man, taking hold of his arm with hers.

Hunny, look. He pointed to Logan and Amaris, proudly beaming. It's Logan's kids.

The woman turned to look at the two mutants. Her face lit up as she recognized their features. Her face then drew into shock, as if she had been seeing ghosts. It can't be.

Amaris looked over at Logan briefly, rolling her eyes to hint they should go. Logan ignored the direction, pressing on. We were just on a little trip. We were passing through, and we remembered Dad was from south Alberta. What was the harm in trying to find out some things about him?

The woman nodded, clinging to her husband's arm. Logan was such a hard worker. He was very reserved. I remember the day we found Kayla... and the car accident.

There seem to be a lot of those, lately, Logan commented, earning him a kick from Amaris.

What do you mean by finding Kayla? And the accident?

The married couple looked at each other, a somber look in their eyes. They silently agreed, then took the other two open seats at the round table. They held hands, resting them on the top of the table before the man began to speak. It was the summer of seventy-nine. Late summer, as school had started back for the young ones. Logan and Kayla pulled up to the yard, that Camino was an amazing car.

Hank, these kids came here to find out about their dad. Not his car.She spoke, squeezing his arm.

Amaris picked up her pen, slid her notebook in front of her, and kept eye contact with the couple.

Anyways. Kayla drove off as Logan and the rest of the boys loaded up and headed out to the site. Some of the men said Logan had acted funny. One thing led to another, and Logan ran away from the site. The gentleman looked down at his hands, shaking his head. You would have thought him a deer or a baby moose with how fast he was running. We called out for him, thinking he was suffering from the effects of the heat.

We found Kayla's body. She had been attacked in one of the clearings. It had to have been a bear, or a mountain lion. There was so much blood. He continued on, seemingly a little more upset each time he spoke. Amaris looked over at Logan, trying to read his face as they listened to the story. His expression from his nose down was solid, mirroring that of a brick wall. His eyes betrayed him, revealing the shock and horror he felt internally.

The older woman began to speak. The next day we found the Camino crashed into a tree near one of the bigger bridges around here. The floorboard was littered with whiskey bottles and beer cans. We searched for several days, but we could only come to the conclusion that..

The opening under the bridge leads into Alkali Lake. It was nearly a hundred-foot drop. If anything survived an impact like that, there wouldn't be much left to battle the current from the waterfall to the lake. The man finished the story, feeling the need to owe it to the two younger people.

Logan remained silent, Amaris could hear his heart race as his chest began to swell with bigger and more rapid breaths. Do you know what happened to their house? She asked, wondering if, by some miracle, it was still there two decades later.

The woman nodded. Yes, it's still standing, though it's in quite disrepair. Some say they can feel their spirits there, living as if life hadn't moved on from them. It's a big reason why it never sold and was just left abandoned.

Logan broke his silence, tracing a small circle on the table with his index finger. Where can we find it?

The older woman nodded, holding her hands out to Amaris for the pen and paper. Amaris made sure to flip her work over to the next page and hand over the items. She scribbled the address on the sheet of paper and then handed the items back. I don't know what will be left over there if you're looking for something in particular.

The man nodded, staring intensely at Logan. I never remembered Logan to have a boy.

The woman shook her head. Hank, our memories are failing us. He looks just as handsome as Logan though. She then turned back to Amaris, smiling warmly. You should stop by and see Koko.

Who's Koko? Should I know her? Amaris asked, quickly writing down the name.

The woman waved her hand. No, but Koko can help you find some pieces of your mother's heritage. She has a little shop next to the post office. She sells things she makes with her family. The beadwork is amazing. She also happens to have some records about Blackfeet families for the last seventy years.

Amaris nodded, closing the notebook. Logan took this as his sign to get up from the table. Thank you for your time. We appreciate what you could tell us about good ole Dad. He turned to walk toward Amaris, wrapping an arm around her shoulder after she gathered her things, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible. Really? Amnesia?

Amaris hummed a little as the father and daughter made their way to the exit. He won't remember by tomorrow, she spoke confidently.

How can you tell, Logan questioned her.

As they crossed through the doors, she turned to look at him. He is sick. There is something wrong with him. He has a tumor, I think in his head.

Logan narrowed an eyebrow at her. How can you tell?

Amaris sighed a little heavily. When I was younger, maybe around thirteen, I could smell this really strange smell on one of my teachers. It smelled like heavy minerals, mostly iron. I kept pleading with him to see a doctor. Turned out he had a mass on his kidney, noncancerous thankfully. After that, Charles and Jean helped me practice my sense of smell. I was able to detect tumors easily, but then I began smelling colds and flu before others knew they were sick. She looked down, chuckling a little. I could heal from those ailments very quickly, but I always knew when others were sick before they ever started showing signs and symptoms.

Logan looked down at her. That's how you knew Kelly was sickly? She merely nodded in response to his question. That's impressive.

Amaris chortled, Not as impressive as smelling emotions. That certainly gives you a major step up on the battlefield.

Logan groaned a little, letting go of her shoulder. Yeah, let's keep the battlefield talk to a minimum. He had still been battling the visions he saw about different war zones he had been in. I tell you what, why don't you go to that shop the old lady was talking about.

Amaris watched him as he walked over to the motorcycle. What are you going to do?

Logan mounted the motorcycle, fishing for the keys. Keep my distance, make sure Mr. Blue-eyes stays away from us. Before she could get a word out, Logan revved the engine of the motorcycle, moving it to a better position to take off. He didn't bother waiting on the younger woman, choosing to head toward the post office himself. It couldn't be that hard to find, though he could give himself some time to think.

Logan had plenty of new things to think about now, and with each passing day, it became increasingly harder to not think about at least one soft spot he had. He had found himself taken to Storm. He couldn't tell if it was her warm eyes, her cool touch, or her demeanor. She commanded the room and the skies. He found himself thinking about her in the time passing from town to town from New York to Calgary. She seemed to pop up in strange places when things seemed to be coming to a head. She soothed over what the problem was, and then directed the next move.

He wondered how she was doing. What was she doing? Maybe teaching a class? Or running a mission with the others. Or she could have been on a date with a man he didn't know about. Or showering by herself.

Amaris honked the horn behind him, gesturing to the light as if it had been green. He exhaled, taking off again as the two traveled through the city. Still, he couldn't get her out of his brain.

About an hour later, Logan was leaning against a wall, his arms crossed as he stared at the storefront. Amaris had been inside for a while now, speaking with Koko. He could hear a phone ringing in his pocket. He pulled it out, looking more like a shiny belt buckle. It was a design for the X-men, allowing them to communicate with each other. Hello? Logan asked, still keeping his eyes on the storefront.

Logan, how's the trip going?

He closed his eyes, his jaw tightening a little. Her soft voice filled his ear canal, and he could almost feel his arms chill up. Huh, didn't think I'd be hearing from you. He shifted his weight around, kicking a rock before looking at Koko's place again.

Storm giggled a little, sounding amused. You have a promise to uphold. I have something of yours, so you must come back at some point.

Logan nodded. Oh yes, I remember. The missing weight from his neck had been a brief reminder of what his next steps had been after looking into Alkali Lake.

Good. Then your memory should serve you well in order to answer my previous question. She mused, a different tone in her voice, one that conveyed professionalism, but also personal inquiry.

Logan took in a deep breath, crossing one arm over his chest and tucking his other elbow on his wrist as he held the phone up to his ear. We made it to Calgary super early this morning.

Storm hummed a little at the words. That's impressive. You guys must have hardly slept.

Had she really been worried about their rest instead of how the trip was going? There's a difference between catching a few Z's and sleeping.

Oh? She asked, sounding rather quiet on her end. What's the difference?

Logan whispered darkly, I'll teach you when we make it back.

Storm was silent for a moment, though not too long. Come now, Logan. You know, it sounds like you're flirting.

Logan watched as Amaris left the store, a bag in her hands as she turned toward the Jeep. Oh doll, you don't know me well enough. He had smirked at the end of his sentence. His eyes caught a brief glance as something blue caught his eyes. There had been a side door that blocked the view of who was inside. However, Logan could clearly see the frosted hair and light blue jacket combo. Hey Storm, can you do me a favor?

Storm seemed a little caught off guard. Yeah, I suppose I can.

Tell me everything you know about Pietro Maximoff.He watched the young man, who appeared to be speaking to whoever had answered the door.

Pietro?She stammered the name a little, quickly thinking about what she knew. He was a student here. He left about four years ago. He wanted to travel the world.

Logan nodded, now standing off of the wall and dropping his crossed arm to his side. He and Amaris?

Storm's voice dropped a little, sounding sad. Amaris hurt him in the danger room one day. Just a scratch on his forearm. They had a fight about it. He called her an animal and said feral animals belonged in cages. He left the next morning. She hadn't been sure she should have been telling him that information. Is everything okay, Logan?

The older man watched as the younger one left very quickly, in less time than a blinking eye. Yeah... His eyes then drifted to Amaris watching as she loaded up the jeep. Thanks.

Storm pouted a little on the phone. Logan?

His glance shifted a little to the distance as she spoke. Yeah?

Storm hesitated a little, then mustered the courage to speak again. Can I ask a favor?

Sure, he whispered.

Take me out when you get back.

His eyebrows lifted a little, hearing the request. His heart felt as if it had raced a little, stuffing his hand in his jacket pocket. Yes ma'am. Logan knew he would have to leave, and see what was up with Amaris and the store owner. I'll talk to you later. Logan hung up the phone before he could give Storm enough time to respond, then tucked the phone back into his pocket.

He walked across the street, approaching his daughter. Find anything good in there, kid?

Amaris had turned around to face him, sporting a new braid in her hair with some beads in the colors of orange, yellow, and red. I couldn't tell if I was ever going to get out. She mused a little at the thought. Nothing about Kayla could be found here. But Koko was sure to send us on our way with some elk jerky.

Logan wasn't sure what to make of it, nor about seeing Pietro snooping around. Let's take today to unwind from driving. We can leave tomorrow and head on out.

Amaris looked up at her father, giving him a nod. He turned around, heading back to the motorcycle. She had watched him as he peered around in all directions as if he was looking for something. She grew a little concerned, wondering if he had remembered something else from his past, or if he was itching to get out of Calgary now.

The Jeep was packed with their belongings. Logan had fixed his backpack, making sure they had items like flashlights, matches, and some other items. He didn't need the flashlights as he could easily navigate the dark with his night vision. He wasn't sure why he was able to do this, other than having heightened senses. Still, it was for peace of mind to have.

Amaris had bundled up, wearing a dark red shirt paired with a brown flannel and a cargo jacket. Her boots were tightly laced, and her bag was resting in the passenger seat of the jeep.

The two had traveled up the mountain range a little, finding a clearing they could stop at. Amaris took a moment to appreciate the mountains. The top was covered in a thick layer of snow, the trees barren as the wind kicked past them and out over the open body of water. It had smelled so fresh, the innocence of the lake below them and the untouched snow above them. It was simply beautiful.

Logan scanned over the area, for the first time in a while hearing nothing. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling free from everything beyond the two of them. His mind could rest as he felt the peace the scenery provided them.

This peace wouldn't last long, as they both had their own missions. He exhaled, feeling the cool air he exhaled rush back on his face. I'm going to the quarry by myself. You should go to the house. He sounded firm in his instructions as if giving commands to the masses. We both have things we need to do, and we can't be in each other's way.

Amaris looked up at him, pressing her brows together. How do you know that?

Logan turned and looked down at her, putting one hand on her shoulder. Because what I am looking for isn't what you are looking for. He watched her as her eyes searched his. I'm looking for me. Who I am, who I was. You're looking for your parents.

Amaris exhaled a little, sounding like a gasp. I want to help you.

Logan shook his head as he watched her. Sometimes you have to do things on your own. He wasn't a sentimental guy, at least he believed that. He knew he had some things to work out on his own, but he couldn't subject her to his darker past. Logan closed the distance between him and Amaris, bringing his other hand to cup the back of her head. He embraced her, for the first time since he woke up in the infirmary.

Amaris hadn't been used to gestures like these from parental figures. Charles was her father figure, and he did his best. Yet, this was different. It was her father wrapping his arms around her. She could finally feel that security blanket she had been missing the majority of her life. It felt warm enough to burn her skin and heavy enough to bury her. It felt like home, what it should have been.

Logan placed a brief kiss on her hair, pulling away from the hug as he pinched the braid Koko had put in her hair. The pad of his thumb ran over the beads in her hair as his eyes lingered over them. Let's meet back here. If either of us don't return by this time tomorrow, take this phone and call the X-Men. Logan showed her the phone, put it in a bag, and then walked over to a tree, hanging it up on a barren branch.

She placed a hand on her hip, watching him as he hung the bag up. Does it have to be up so high? She joked at first, needing to exert some of her emotions. As he turned to face her, a smile crawled on his face, shaking his head as he looked down. Don't give me a reason to use the phone. She told him sternly.

Logan chuckled a little, now holding the keys to the motorcycle in his hand. Don't make me hunt you down.

The duo shared another look at each other before Logan mounted the motorcycle again. As he turned the engine over, some of the snow beneath him shifted. He started to climb up the road of the mountain again, leaving Amaris behind him.

The young watched her father as he continued on his drive, crossing her arms over herself, savoring the last little feelings from her father's warm embrace. It would be something she would hold onto until she saw his face again. She turned away from the beautiful scene of the snow-covered mountains and the still lake waters, entering the Jeep again. She turned the engine over, with only one thought on her mind. Please, Professor, watch over us. A simple plea was muttered before Amaris turned down the fork of the road, now making her way down the mountain pass toward the location of the house. The paper map had been weighted down on the passenger seat next to her, being her guide of where she was going.

For the first time in nearly twenty-one years, Amaris had been on her own.

And she was scared as hell.

She had turned the radio back on, playing a mix tape she had brought with her. The sweet instrumentals of Zombie began to play. The music filled the empty space of the Jeep, yet it still never reached her mind. There were so many questions she had been asking herself, and she was running short of proper resources to find those answers.

Nearly two hours later, Amaris came across the entrance of the road that would lead her to her childhood home. The closer she approached, the more she felt something was wrong. It couldn't be this easy to find the house without something going wrong. Her heart felt as if it would burst, and the pounding in her head grew louder and louder. She stared down the road, looking out to see the edge of one of the cliffs maybe a mile down the road. There hadn't been much foliage aside from some snow-covered bushes and grass. She had been so high up on the mountain that she could see bits of clouds that were leveled with her.

The woman shook her head, leaning against the steering wheel, a warm ball pooling in her stomach. She looked up to the sky as she heard the screeching of an eagle. She watched as it flew above her, circling a few times before turning toward the house, flying nearly parallel to the road. Amaris leaned back in the driver's seat, putting her foot on the gas pedal as she followed behind the bird.

She approached the house, seeing some piles of debris that were scattered about the property. The cabin house looked as if it was built in a circular shape with large beams on the roof covered in whatever debris could be tossed around. She shut the engine off, stepping out of the vehicle slowly as if her presence would notify an unsuspecting guest.

The eagle had landed on one of the beams that rested above a broken glass door. It watched as the young woman walked up a couple of steps where a once magnificent deck had been built. She covered her hair with her hands as she stepped into the cabin home through the broken glass doors. It had been four in the afternoon, according to her watch, but the inside portrayed a very different setting.

Aside from the bits of sunshine that poured in from the holes in the roof, the cabin home had been cast in darkness. She took a quick scan from right to left, looking at furniture that hadn't been touched in twenty years. The air had been a little stale-smelling, knowing not much had passed through this place aside from the occasional looter.

Amaris approached a medium-sized, round dining table. There had been a newspaper on it, the edges curling in as the paper had faded to a yellow hue. The words were hardly legible at this point, making its date useless. A wooden bowl had been knocked off along with a salt and pepper shaker. One chair remained, turned out to face the kitchen area.

She stepped over the piles on the floor where the ceiling had fallen in or where animals had made little nests to use. Some of the cabinet doors had been opened up, and a stary plate here and there remained. The young woman picked one up, running a finger around the rim of the plate.

Creak

Amaris turned around, exposing a blade she had in her shirt sleeve, throwing it in the direction of the creak. As quickly as her face turned from defense, her gaze softened, lowering her arm and catching her breath. What are you doing here?

Pietro, who used his speed abilities, caught the blade with his dominant hand. He spun the blade in his hand as he took a step forward, approaching the counter. You seem to like saying those words in the same sequence. He set the blade down on the countertop, then slid it across to her, leaving lines of dust on the countertop.

Amaris eyed him, not reaching out for the blade. You seem to like to pop up in places you have zero connection to. Her tone was cold, the opposite of their encounter at the library. You better start talking.

Pietro leaned against the weathered island, crossing his arms as he looked down at Amaris. You told me you were going to Alkali.

I did, it's beautiful. Do you need directions?

Pietro laughed darkly, his eyes raking over her form. I guess some people never change. His thumbs wiggled in the little cutouts of his sleeves as he rubbed circles into his arms. Why are you acting short with me?

Amaris gritted her teeth as she watched him. None of this made any sense to her, and everything in her mind had told her to run as quickly as possible. "Let's see, the last time we spoke, not yesterday, you cursed me in Sokovian. You called me a feral animal and said I belonged in a cage as if there was an opening in the zoo. You left without telling me.

Pietro exhaled sharply, looking down after her response. He remained silent for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. His piercing blue eyes met her warm hazel irises, stirring something between them. I was stupid, Princessa-

Amaris brought her hands up at her face level, curling her fingers and then resting her arms at her sides. Stop calling me that. I am not a princess. I am not your princess. I am an animal. You made that clear. I've made that clear.

Pietro reached a hand out to her, however she took a step away from him, turning around to face the ruins of her childhood home. She swallowed hard, tightening her eyes as tears threatened to spill over.

I was much younger then. I don't know what it's like to have powers like you, just like you don't know what it's like to have powers like me. He continued, watching her as she reacted to him.

Amaris turned around, tears be damned as she replied. You don't think I've ever imagined what it would be like to have super speed? Or angel wings? Or literally any other power? Do you know how much sleep I have lost thinking about how I hurt you? Or how I may lose control one day and hurt somebody else? Do you know what it's like to have pain constantly ripping through your hands when you're driving, or writing, or doing literally nothing? She felt a couple of tears stain her face as she watched him take in her response. Do you know what it felt like to sit up on the rooftop and watch you willingly turn your back on us and leave the mansion because of one shitty danger room session? You didn't have the nerve to tell anybody you were leaving. I had to watch you as you walked, and then ran away.

Amaris breathed heavily, letting everything she had felt out, mostly through her words. Pietro took another step closer to her, making Amaris take another step backward. Amaris, every time he spoke her name, he would always roll the r, I should have never called you an animal. I should have never made those comments.

Her furrowed brows slowly softened, returning to their normal state as her eyes widened at his statement. Her clenched fists that threatened to bear her claws loosened up as she watched him take baby steps toward her. This wasn't the normal Pietro she had been used to, somebody who had a hot temper and was quick-witted was now remorseful and acted wounded.

Scratches heal, they leave scars that have stories to tell. He then raised his jacket and shirt sleeve revealing the scars she had left. The very faint, yet defined scars. I've carried a little bit of you with me these last four years. Every day I get to wake up to you, and every night I get to say good night to you.

Amaris shook her head, freezing in place, as he finally walked up to her. He looked down at her and lowered his sleeves, the cold nearly affecting him instantly. Pietro, why are you here?

His hands reached to cup the sides of her face. Amaris tried to pull away but was unable to, only able to look down as a final tear left her eyes. I saw you again, and I knew I couldn't let you go again.

She could feel his presence begin to close the short distance between them, and instinct kicked in.

Control your breathing, and imagine the space around you, minimal movements make for big differences.

Amaris brought her hands up, forcing his hands off of her face. She walked away from him, walking toward the torn and weathered couch. I was never yours to lose. She looked down and spotted a blanket, covered in leaves and mildew.

Princessa, I-

Creak

Get down! Amaris yelled, rushing over to him and yanking him down to the floor. She could hear voices outside of the cabin, the sound of a couple of engines cutting off, and radio chatter.

Pietro collapsed to the ground with her, unable to hear exactly what she heard. What are you doing?

Amaris rolled her eyes, peering around the corner to scan the wall opposite of them. I swear the next time you say those words, you will be tasting them.

Found them, sir, permission to engage? came a deep voice from a man. There was radio static for a brief moment before the sound of falling glass could be heard.

Hope you have your dancing shoes on. She replied before stalking her prey. She had already been in a vulnerable position, being in an environment she had not been used to. However, she would make things work. She slipped over to the couch, flipping it over as two men entered the cabin. They fired their weapons at it, sending stray feathers and stuffing around. Amaris used it as her distraction, jumping out from behind the flipped couch and attacking the men. She had disposed of them, killing them with three claws to their chest.

Another began to fire at her. Pietro made his way around the counter, using his powers to move one of the bullets around to face the gunman again. Amaris watched as he fell to the ground and Pietro faced her, giving a thumbs up. Her attention was diverted when she took a stumble forward, feeling the burning sensation of a bullet entering her back. Fuck! she grunted, taking a moment to stand up again. She turned around to face three more gunmen. Of course, it has to be guns.

The gunmen began to fire again, several of the bullets hitting Amaris and littering her jackets and shirts. She charged at them, sheathing the claws of her right hand to punch one of the men in the face. She then unsheathed the claws again, stabbing another of the men.

She felt a wisp of air as Pietro joined her in the squabble, taking the third man and tossing him off the little deck. He turned around to see Amaris killing the other two guards, the backflow of blood splashed on her face as a dark look overtook her features.

Amaris stood up, her claws retracting slowly as she breathed heavily. She turned to look at her ex-lover, seeing a mix of emotions on his face. Whether it had been a post-rush of adrenaline he had, or if he had been mortified by what he saw, she didn't have time to care. She walked over to the man who was now on the ground. She knelt beside him, lifting him up by the collar of his shirt. Who the hell are you?

The man grunted, recovering from the fall he took. Wouldn't you like to know, sweetheart?

Amaris nodded a little, her jaw dropping slightly before pulling a half smile. Oh, you think this is funny? Amaris stood up, dragging the man by his collar as she approached the edge of the cliff. He squirmed under her grip, desperately driving his heels into the dirt. She had been strong enough to pull him to the edge, flipping him over to look down at the drop below them. I'll give you another chance. You tell me who you are, or you become the wolf's next meal.

The man's cries slowly turned into laughs as he looked down at the opening below him. You'll kill me either way. Why should I tell you who I am?

Pietro walked up behind her, holding his hands out. Woah, think about this. The Professor didn't teach you this.

Amaris looked at the man, then back to Pietro. There's a lot he taught you that you forgot about. She then looked back at him, now shifting some of his weight over the side of the cliff. Why did you come here?

The man shook his head, the same demented tone vibrated through his voice. You were not the target.

Amaris was puzzled at his response. Who?

You already know who.

Amaris felt a fit of rage fill her again. She screamed, picking the man up and throwing him back toward the house. She walked back to him, unsheathing her bone claws again. Who do you work for?!

The man looked at her, catching his breath. It's too late for me. She watched as he flexed his tongue, then heard the distinct sound of something cracking in his mouth. A couple of seconds later he began to convulse before a gray-blue substance seeped from his mouth.

Amaris stood up, shocked by his actions. She watched as he suffered through the effects of the self-ingested poison, looking at him with disgust. Pietro stood at her side, looking down at the man. He was at a loss for words about what he saw her do, how quickly she acted, and how ruthlessly she defended herself.

She heard the radio static again, coming from one of the corpses. She walked over to the body, finding a radio clipped to his vest. She picked it up, pressing the button. I don't know who you are, I don't care who you are. I need answers.

An older man's voice responded to her. I am not looking for you, pet. At least, not yet.

She had been disgusted by his response. Why were they always so creepy? If you're looking for an animal, you've found one.

He chuckled before responding. I know. Each member of that team was embedded with a microchip that would relay to us their vital signs. Seems you like to take direct approaches. You should keep up the good work.

Amaris shook her head, pressing the button again. You come looking for me again like this, or anybody I care about, understand no moral code will keep you safe from me.

Trust me, Miss Howlett, we will be seeing each other. Hopefully next time, it's in person.

She dropped the radio on the man's body, looking down as it rolled right off of him. She turned to head back into the house, though she was grabbed by Pietro. He firmly held her elbow in his arm, earning him a look from the shorter woman. We should leave. They will send more men out here.

She tugged away at him, freeing her from his grasp. Not until I find something. She didn't give him any time to react as she turned away and entered the home again.

Logan had found a part of the lake that had been mostly untouched. The cold winds came rushing past him as they moved the tides of the lake. Snow crunched under his boots as he took in the scenery. There had been a dam at the lake, separating a small portion from the rest of the lake. It didn't seem to be serving a particular purpose, other than dividing the two bodies of water.

He removed the cigar from his mouth, blowing out the smoke as he figured out his next steps. He found himself wondering what he would find at the facility. If it had secretly still been active, what would he find there, and if this would resolve his problems? The Professor had promised him answers, yet Logan craved more. He wished the older man would have magically restored his memory, and figured out what wall was blocking him from being able to remember his past and who he was.

Until two weeks prior, he was Logan, The Wolverine.

Now he was a father, a cage fighter, and an X-Man.

Logan found his way to the facility entrance of the dam, the place where he had been told there was a quarry. He came across a half-broken barbed wire fence with government signs on it. The broken fences and the decaying metal and wood gates told him that the place hadn't been touched in years, maybe over a decade. Logan was met with a white wolf at the gate, the two animals staring each other down. They seemed to have come to a silent agreement as the wolf turned around and walked into the facility. Logan followed behind it, making sure to give them each enough space.

As Logan approached the gates he looked to his left, spotting a sign.

Alkali Lake Industrial Park Department of Energy and Natural Resources

Logan pushed on, sliding through the gate to finally see what was on the other side. He looked around, shocked to see ruble about him, the ruins of a building were all that remained aside from the lake.

"No", he thought. This couldn't be what Charles had seen in his mind. This wasn't the right place. There was nothing.

Logan screamed out loudly, exposing his metal claws as he slashed at a decaying column, snow shuffling around him as the debris fell. He fell to his knees, looking up at the sky, crossing his arms as they lay in his lap. It was all gone, none of it was there.

He hadn't been sure of what he was trying to find, or what he would find when he did. Yet, this felt more devastating than finding anything. Another thing had been ripped from him, something he was missing was gone again, and this angered the man. Why was this happening to him?

Amaris had shuffled through the house, moving debris so she could look under it or access parts of the cabin that had been blocked before. Pietro followed her, keeping his distance as she tore through the home. Amaris, there's nothing here.

The shorter woman grunted as she moved one of the collapsed roof beams that had blocked her from a closet. I refuse to believe that. Something has to be here. She pulled on the doorknob, opening a closet. There were clothes still on the hanger. Nothing seemed to have been touched, the roof above the clothes was still intact, and no sun had pierced through. She moved some of the hangers, finding some flannels and band t-shirts. She had pulled one flannel out, her fingers running down the sleeves. It was a brown color, somehow having a lingering pine smell to it. Hold this. Amaris extended the item out toward Pietro.

He sighed, then took the garment from her. You came here for a shirt? I would have bought one for you.

Amaris continued to look through the closet, squatting down as she found a metal safe. She pulled it up, wiping her hands over the top of it.

Alkali Lake Industrial Park Department of Energy and Natural Resources

She stood up with the case in her hand. No, we're here for this. She walked around him, heading back to the kitchen area. She avoided the bodies of the men they had killed, a strong scent of metal filling the room. Amaris set the case on the countertop, her hands now hovering over the latches.

Pietro followed her, tossing the shirt over his shoulder as he hung onto it for her. What's the matter?

She looked at the words of the case, feeling a sense of dread begin to brew in the pit of her stomach. My parents lived here... I lived here. My mother died when I was three, my father lost his memories, and I ended up in Charles' care. She exhaled a shaky breath as she finally unlatched the case. I need to know who they were.

Pietro stood next to her as she removed the top of the case. He wasn't sure how he could help her at this point, other than silently support her. He watched as her small hands began to shake as she reached for the first layer of contents.

Amaris picked up a set of photos, letting out a sound close to a muffled sob. The top picture had been of two people standing in front of the house. The man had been Logan, his arms wrapped around a woman who was holding a baby. The woman was beautiful. The black and white picture had given Amaris her first-ever glance at her mother.

She flipped to the next picture, showing Kayla asleep on the couch. The third was Logan holding an older Amaris on his shoulders in the living room. The same living room where that once little girl killed militia sent out for her.

She carefully set the pictures back in the case, now pulling out a weathered folder and a journal. She opened up the leather-bound journal and began to read the first page.

My name is James Logan Howlett. My mother was Elizabeth Howlett, my father was John Howlett. I have a brother named Victor. I was born in 1832 in a private estate to my parents some years after Victor. My wife's name is Kayla Silverfox, an ordinary person compared to me, though she is extraordinary next to me. I have a daughter, my little moon. Amaris was born in April of 1976 in Calgary. I wish to one day give her a life worth living, and I hope that she is a normal human like her mother, so she may never live a curse like mine.

Her eyes scanned over the sentences multiple times. Her mind could not comprehend what she was reading.

James Logan Howlett... born in 1832

She lowered the book on the countertop, her shoulders slumping. Pietro's quick hands rested on the small of her back and her forearm. Princessa?

Amaris looked from the journal to Pietro, her eyes filling with tears again. Tears she had been terrified to release for days. For years. My father... he's - he's over one hundred and fifty years old. Her voice came in a whisper as she verbalized what she read. His eyes widened as he searched her face, wondering how it had been possible.

Amaris turned back to the book, slowly flipping through the pages. There had been mad scribblings of different dates in time. The American Civil War, The Spanish-American War, World War One, World War Two, the Korean War, The Vietnam War. Scribbling of troop numbers, commanding officer names, division classes, and military ranks.

The pounding returned to her head as she realized that her father had been involved in almost every single major war in the northern parts of North America for nearly one hundred years. This made his night terrors and mumblings sense now. He had been a man who had fought in turmoil for one hundred years, who only remembered the last twenty-one years of his life. This isn't fair. She muttered, closing the journal, unable to read more about what had happened to him.

Pietro set a hand on hers, pleading with her. Stop. Don't do this to yourself.

Amaris shook her head, looking up at him. I have to know what happened. She persisted, now looking down at the folder. Pietro removed his hand, watching as she studied the folder.

Amaris looked at a letter that rested on top. The handwriting had been different, more wispy and thin. Her eyes widened at the greeting.

Amaris covered her mouth as she turned around, leaning against the counter for support.

My dearest Amaris,

If you are reading this, it means I am no longer here and something terrible has happened. I only ever wished to burn this letter one day and hoped you would never have to find out the truth.

I hope I get to see you grow up. I want to see what type of person you become. I already know you are as stubborn as your father, which will be my biggest challenge when raising you. I also know that you brought a new light to his eyes the night you were born. I thought I knew Logan before that night, but he surprised me and became a different kind of man as soon as his big arms wrapped around your tiny little body.

I want you to know that out of everything you learn about what has happened, my love for you has never changed. It never will. What I did was something I will never expect you to understand, but I hope one day you will forgive me for it. I only wanted to save my sister, your aunt, from the ones who made your father into what he is now. I didn't want to betray his trust, as I do love him. But my darling little honey badger, I had no choice.

I may be dead less than twenty-four hours from now, either by the hands of your father, his creator, or his brother Victor Creed. Victor is a mutant like your father and I, he goes by Sabertooth. I will do everything in my power to make sure you are well looked after when I am gone if your father can not take care of you. When you miss me, only turn to the moon. It is there I hope to go so I may look down at my beautiful child. My Amaris.

With all of the love in the world, and the deepest of apologies,

Your mother Kayla Silverfox

Amaris fell to her knees, her chest heaving. She wanted to scream, parting her lips, however, her emotions were too thick all she could let out was a gasping sound followed by silent sobs. Pietro dropped down, wrapping his arms around Amaris, and pulling her toward him. What is it?

Amaris leaned into his chest as he held her, holding the letter close to her chest as her tears fell in her lap. My-my..moth- Another sob rumbled through her chest as her brain looped the letter back again. She buried her face into his chest, the zipper of his jacket scratching her nose as she tried to burrow deeper. Pietro held her in one arm, his other brushing down her hair, cooing to her in an attempt to soothe her. Amaris tilted her head up to look at him, breaking her silence again. My mother turned my father over to whoever made him into what he is now. She betrayed him, and now he doesn't know who he is.

She continued to cry as Pietro brushed the hair out of her face, then pulled her back in, cupping the back of her neck as he held her. Let it out. I'm here.

Amaris wrapped her arms around him, trying to pull him closer. He thought she was human, and she lied to him... why would she lie to him? Pietro remained silent as Amaris tried to process her feelings, wondering how on Earth her father fell head over heels with Kayla, who seemed more than willing to trade him for the world.

The night had been the longest of Amaris' life. She collapsed into the arms of her ex as he stalked her through the Canadian Rockies. She unleashed a small portion of her animalistic side as she killed armed men coming for her and Pietro. She found some clothes that smelled of her father, found photos of her family, and found devastating news about her parents.

Amaris looked through the folder to see its remaining contents, mostly holding written communication from Kayla to Victor or to "Agent Zero", speaking about Logan and getting him to return to his brothers. Kayla had been working for months with Sabertooth to make Logan join them again. She found a plan Kayla wrote about convincing Logan, with her powers, that she had been killed by Victor. Plans that would lead Logan down a path to choose to undergo experimentation in the Weapon X program.

On the opposite side of things, she read through her father's journal, reading his stories from different wars. It was hard to believe that her father and Sabertooth, a man who had killed Amaris two weeks prior, had been the best of brothers fighting side by side in the wars. The words were sickening to her, reading about how much her father had changed for his family for him to never learn of Kayla's betrayal.

She walked out to the jeep, accessing the damage on it. The engine had been shot multiple times and various colors of fluid stained the snow below. There was no way she was going to be able to drive it back down the mountain, let alone across two countries. Pietro had run away like a scared dog the moment she left the living room area the night before, leaving her alone on the mountaintop. She looked over to the other vehicles that the militiamen brought. She knew they would be tracked by its agency, making it easy to find her. When she thought all hope was lost she turned her head to the side, finding another building on the property.

Amaris was drawn to the building next to the cabin. It seemed to be in rather good shape, as if it had been regularly checked in on from time to time. She was cautious in her approach as she walked up to it. There had previously been a large door that no longer existed, which displayed the contents of the building. Maybe it was an old garage door or a large barn door that no longer existed.

Her eyes were drawn to the center of the garage, something large was in the middle with a weathered tarp over it. She gathered a large handful of the fabric, ripping it off of the object. Her eyes widened seeing the restored 1965 El Camino the old man had told her about previously, sitting in the garage of its owner.

She laughed to herself, approaching the door and opening it up. The window had been rolled down and the keys were sitting in the bench seat. Oh, Dad. Her whisper filled the cab as she entered the driver's seat, her hands resting on the steering wheel. She looked down at the keys, picking them up as she eyed her damaged jeep sitting in front of the house.

Amaris put the keys in the ignition, switching it over. The rumble of the engine grew in decibels as she revved its engine, bringing the classic beast to life. With a new means of transportation, Amaris turned the car off after looking at its gas tank reader. The jeep had enough in it to fill up the Camino. She had a plan. Siphon the gas from the jeep, put the extra canteen of gas in the trunk bed along with everything she found, make sure everything about Xavier was out of the jeep, take the plates, and go. Once back in the city she could call Scott and get him to fix some documents to make the Camino legal with the plates and tags of the Jeep. It was perfect!

She packed up the case in the Camino along with some clothes that survived over the years and some photos she was able to save. Pietro had left in the middle of the night, needing to find a place where he could comfortably get warm. The young woman left the cabin home, regretting having ever searched for it. She would have rather lived her life without the answers had she had a thought that maybe something else had been working against her.

Then there was that group that attacked her, she had no idea who they were or who sent them. The threat that one day he wanted to was the next motivation she had to improve her skills. She wasn't a little Barbie doll to be played with when others wanted, she was going to be a force they dared not to cross.

She approached the spot where she had last met her father, seeing a figure in a leather coat sitting on the edge underneath the bag he hung up. As she cut the engine off, Amaris sighed, grabbing the case. It wasn't hers to have, it was his. She shouldn't have gone digging through the case, but she could not deny herself the anticipation of knowing its contents.

The woman trudged through the snow bank and then took a seat next to him. Logan looked over at her, taking in a deep breath. Pine, peppermint, and gunpowder. Amaris felt his stare, turning to look at him. Instead of answering the unasked question, she held the box in her hands, holding it out for him to take.

Logan looked at the box, taking it. He saw the same words as he did on the gate of the dam, hearing something shifting inside the box.

Before you open it, Amaris started, Just know that whatever you think after this, I still want to help you find the answers you're looking for.

Logan looked from her to the box. He battled with opening it himself, wondering what rabbit hole it would lead him down. Here goes nothing, right? The man opened up the case, finding it in the same order as Amaris found it. Pictures on the top of a life he didn't remember. The images did try to dig a response out of his mind, but nothing stuck.

The next thing he pulled out was the journal. He tapped his fingers on the cover of the book. There was nothing at the quarry. It's been destroyed by the weather, and I'm assuming other things.

Amaris looked from him to the lake below them, watching the water rippling around the little islands and the shores, looking down at her hands. Well, you missed all the action. She chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

Logan nodded. So that's why you smell like gunpowder, and you lost the jeep?

Amaris reached into her jacket pocket, pulling out five bullets. The one from my shoulder was the most painful to shed.

He looked from the bullets to the journal, his fingers pinching the cover. Hope it was worth finding this. Amaris' face grew cumbersome as she put the bullets into her pocket again, watching him open the journal. She watched his face switch emotions from curious to shocked, then to anger.

Logan's eyes scanned over the sentence, recognizing the handwriting as his own. It was cleaner though, practiced strokes with a pen. The man who wrote it clearly wanted his words to be legible as if he didn't want to forget who he was.

Logan let out the breath he held in his chest as he read over and over again the beginning paragraph. His name, his parents, his brother, his birth year.

Sabertooth? Sabertooth was his brother? In what universe would that make sense? The same man that had nearly killed him two weeks prior, threatened Ororo's life. The same man who killed the young woman next to his side, his daughter. Sabertooth's niece.

He swallowed hard as he looked down at the world. It only made sense why Sabertooth's vendetta ran strong against Logan. The man closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. This wasn't what he thought he would find.

Amaris looked up at her father, wanting to do anything for him. Unable to find the words, she did something she even thought herself was questionable. She leaned against his side, her head resting against his shoulder. People evolve over time. They change their clothes, their hair, and sometimes their personalities.

Logan opened his eyes, turning his head to look down at her. His chest heaved a couple of deep breaths before he looked back down at the box. Inside he found some more pictures and a folded-up piece of fabric. It was a canary-colored baby dress. He set the journal down, reaching for the little dress. He held it up with both of his hands, his thumbs and index fingers pinching the shoulders. His eyes scanned it, never imagining seeing something so little being able to wear it one day. He brought it up to his face, inhaling a deep smell. His eyes flashed open staring out at the lake in front of him but his mind faded back to 1976.

Memories of a baby crying could be heard. The crying turned into laughter. "Where do you think you're goin', little lady?" he asked the little baby crawling on the floor. He saw images of himself sitting on the couch as the little girl sat in his lap drinking a bottle or eating a snack. Images of him holding his little family filled his mind.

Logan lowered the garment from his face, looking over to the girl sitting by his side. She looked up at him, seeing the shock spreading across his face as he smelled the air around her. Amaris?

The woman stared at him, narrowing one eyebrow. Dad? What's the matter? She could hear his heart pounding a mile a minute.

He dropped the dress, his hands reaching out to cup her face, one thumb dragging across her cheekbone. I... I remember. His words came as a whisper as his eyes quickly examined her features. She smelled the same as she did as the baby he remembered, aside from the new baby smell. Cinnamon, fir wood, and evening primrose. His jaw quivered as his hazel eyes met hers. I remember you. Logan fell into his heart's wishes, pulling her into his hold. It had been a different type of embrace compared to the one before. Somehow, a different side of his personality awakened by the dull scent of his baby girl, now a grown adult.

Amaris's eyes were wide as Logan pulled her tightly, holding her close to his frame. She almost felt the force of his strength was going to suffocate her before long. It was then that he pulled away from her, looking her face over again. You look so much like your mother. He studied her as if it had been the first time he saw her.

Amaris bit her tongue as he spoke about Kayla, somebody she had been the most anxious to learn about. Now knowing her secrets and how it drove the family apart.

The sound of snow crunching thankfully ended those thoughts. Amaris pulled out of his hold, standing and spinning around, unsheathing her bone claws. Logan stood up as quickly as possible, discarding the metal case to the side as the metal pierced through his skin. He stood over her and she hunched down near the ground.

Men began to approach the two of them, guns pointed at them. Amaris could hear static again near her ear. Her tiny braid that was weaved by the older Blackfoot woman brushed past her ear. She listened closely as a slight hum could be heard near her ear. She gripped the lock of hair, using her bone claws to cut it away. She put a tracker on me.

Logan snarled as he eyed the team of eight men. One of them began barking orders. This can all be very easy for you. Surrender and we won't hurt you.

The mutant man shook his head. I'm tired of taking orders from men like you.Logan charged at the men, bullets beginning to fly through the air. Logan made his way to the leader of the group, piercing his chest with his metal claws, and then tossing him over the hood of the Camino.

Amaris ran towards one of the outliers as he began to follow her father. She ran up behind him, jumping on his back before stabbing him with two claws. The man fell to the ground, using the last bit of energy he had to fire his gun again. Unluckily for Amaris, it pierced through one of the tires on the Camino.

With two of the men down, the others began fighting without order. Logan used the body of the first man he killed as a shield, approaching two more and quickly taking them out with expert precision. Logan tossed the body of the man to the side as another man charged him head-on.

As the man knelt on the ground, Amaris ran up to him, using him as a ramp as she placed one boot on his back to give her a running jump at the man. She sunk both of her hands into his shoulders, using her body to her advantage as she shifted her weight around and maneuvered him to the ground. Logan had been taking care of the last three men while Amaris stabbed the man beneath her several times. If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough, little girl.

The man used his weight against her, pinning her in an awkward position for her. In the flip, he wrangled one of her hands around, nearly snapping her wrist. Tell your old man Stryker says hi. The dying soldier maneuvered them one more time and a grueling snap could be heard.

Amaris looked down at her freed hand, only to see the three bone claws had been snapped off. She looked at the soldier who was slowly dying with a bloody smile as the missed three claws protruded from his shoulder and neck area. Amaris breathed rapidly, then hollered out as she gripped her wrist.

Logan had finished handling the business with the last of the troops when he turned around hearing her scream. He rushed over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. As he took a step around to face her, his eyes caught the sight of her broken claws, observing the jagged cuts of the bone. His hands reached out for hers, looking over the damage she took. Charles can fix this.

Amaris looked up at him, the pain in her face overtaking her drive to hide her emotions as she began to cry. She shook her head before speaking, He can do many things, but he can't fix my mutation. Her eyes shifted from his down to her wounded hand. Blood dried on her lip as the last little drop fell onto one of her broken claws. I'm sorry, I lead them here. Her voice came as a whisper, turning to look back at the lock of hair hanging onto a rock on the ground next to where they had been sitting. They're looking for you... and I led them to you...

Logan knelt down in front of her, shaking his head as he pulled her face to look at him. People will always be looking for me, I suppose. But you didn't do this. It ain't your fault, baby girl. He wiped away a run then ran down her cheek. We need to get out of here as fast as possible. Avoid that boy of yours, get back to the mansion.

Amaris looked up at him, pressing her eyebrows together. But Alkali and the quarry-

It's gone. What I have that's left of me is what you found in that case, and You. His voice faltered toward the end, cracking with emotion. His hazel eyes met her hazel ones in a different light from their previous interactions. Something in him came to life when he remembered her as his little baby, following him around the house and clinging to his pant legs. Dancing in her high chair as they listened to music or had been eating. Snoring softly on his chest with her mother tucked under his arm asleep at his side. I found you, and I ain't about to let you go.

Amaris leaned into his hold, holding her injured hand closely to her chest as he wrapped his arms around her long hair, doing his best to comfort his little girl. We're gonna take this nice and slow, okay? Come on. He spoke to her, his arms wrapping under her legs and behind her back, picking Amaris up into his arms. He walked over to the Camino, opened the door, and set her in the passenger seat. He closed the door, walking over to the motorcycle. As easily as he picked her up, he picked the motorcycle up, setting it into the trunk bed of the Camino. He finally walked back to the metal box, picked it up, and walked toward the car with it.

Amaris looked down at her backpack, knowing she kept the file safe from him. The last thing she wanted him to know was that his family was so traitorous to him that to know even the woman he once loved was willing to trade him for her gain felt wrong. Would he ever think the same of Amaris, who only wanted to protect him from the truth? Would she hurt him more by concealing these documents from him?

The pain of her injured claws receding back into her forearm had been more painful than the thoughts she had. As Logan entered the cab of the Camino, he looked over at Amaris, watching her knuckles and wrist heal over. He turned the engine over, shifted it into gear, and drove down the mountain. They needed to get to the Mansion as quickly as possible, for their safety, and for more answers.

Nearly three weeks had passed since the events of Logan being attacked. In that amount of time, he had become a part of a team that defended mutants while also protecting humans, learned he had a daughter, and began to remember his past. He recalled more memories from different wars he had been in with each passing day since reading his old journal. He could also faintly remember his brother's face, how they cared for each other well and had been close. Now, Victor was gone, a shell of what he used to be in Logan's memories.

Logan led the drive down the driveway of Xavier's Institute, the motorcycle roaring with the old Camino following behind him. As they approached the garage of the mansion, Logan could see students and teachers peeking through the curtains. He chuckled to himself, finding a good spot to park before turning off the engine.

He walked to Amaris as she got out of the Camino, slinging her bag over her shoulder. Well, that was a great vacation. She commented, grabbing the box of items she rescued from their home. What are you going to do next?

Logan pursed his lips, shrugging his shoulders. I should speak to Charles. There has to be something we're overlooking. He walked by her side as they walked around to the main entrance of the mansion. And you?

Amaris didn't know what she should do. There were a million things on her mind, but her next steps back in the mansion seemed a million miles away. I don't know.

Logan opened the door, walking through and holding it open for her. You'll figure it out, I'm sure.

Logan! Came a giggling-sounding Rogue as she approached Logan and Amaris. She carefully wrapped her arms around his neck as he reached to hug her back. Amaris had closed the doors as the two interacted. Some other students passed by, greeting the man as they walked to their next classes.

Did you miss me, kid? He asked as they let go of each other. He chuckled when she shook her head no. How are you doing since we've been gone?

Good, really. Find anything you were looking for out there?

Logan tilted his head side to side, then nodded. Just a few things. He watched as a teenager approached Rogue, looking to be her same age, if not a year older. Who's this?

Bobby eyed him, holding his hand out. I'm Bobby. Rogue's boyfriend. He sounded very stern as if warning the older man. Logan reached out to shake his hand. Call me Iceman. Logan watched as Bobby's hand turned to ice, freezing Logan's hand.

Amaris approached them. Bobby. There are different ways to introduce yourself. She spoke, then watched as the two let go of each other's hands. Bobby nodded, remaining silent. Bobby is one of my students. Well, as long as I haven't been replaced or let go of.

A set of heels could be heard walking down the stairs next to them. It's okay, you just used all of your PTO for the year,Storm spoke, placing her hand on the rail. Look at who's come back.

Logan had looked up first, meeting Storm's gaze as she descended the stairs. He smiled, watching her every step. Yes, well, I left something here when I left. I had to come back for it.

Storm nodded, reaching for her neckline and removing the dog tags, gently handing them over. Logan smirked looking from the necklace to Storm. I wasn't talking about these, he hummed, earning him a chuckling response from Storm.

Amaris looked at Bobby and Rogue. Why don't you two go study or something? Who knows, we might have a pop quiz this week.

Bobby groaned at the sound as Rogue's gloved hand took hold of his hand and walked away from the adults. What are you going to do, Amaris? Storm asked her, using this time to avoid Logan's stare.

I'm going to find our good doctor. I need a patch job, she wiggled her fingers, looking up at her father and giving him a wink before walking away from her best friend and her father. What a wild concept.

Oh, she's downstairs. We picked somebody up yesterday. You should find her there. Storm then turned her attention back to Logan, his hand still cupping hers as she held the dog tags. We're taking the kids on a field trip tomorrow. We can always use an extra set of eyes when it comes to the students.

Logan hummed, looking down at their hands before looking at Storm again. I thought we were going out? As promised.

Oh, we are, Storm stated matter-of-factly. Tonight, seven o'clock. You pick the place.

Logan nodded as she set the necklace in his hand before walking away from him and heading down the hallway. Yes, ma'am. He spoke to himself, feeling a warm pit in his stomach. He couldn't remember what it was like to feel for another person before. He knew he deeply cared for and loved his daughter, but this was obviously a different type of feeling. What was it about the woman that made him feel so strange?

Scott appeared in the hallway, crossing his arms as he looked at Logan. Enjoy your joyride?

Logan looked at the other man, nodding. He fished for the keys out of his pocket, tossing them to Scott. It needs gas.

Scott caught the keys, and then tossed them back to Logan. Then fill her up.

Logan caught the keys, nodding slightly. After I take Storm out. He turned to walk down the hallway, hearing Scott mumble a little.

Logan walked down the hallway until he found Charles' office, hearing him on the other side. Before he could knock he could hear the older man's voice in his head. Come in Logan. Logan opened the door, adjusting his backpack as he entered. How did you fair?

We found some things, but not enough. He took in a deep breath as he watched the man in the wheelchair. Somebody had followed us for a while. Somebody who i think you know better than Amaris does.

Charles looked at him perplexed. Who was following you?

Logan took a seat on the couch as Charles gestured to him. Does the name Pietro Maximoff mean anything to you? He watched as Charles face turned white. I'd say it does.

Charles signed, looking at Logan as he spoke. Pietro was a troubled student. He was constantly in trouble with the staff here and local law enforcement. I will say he did observe better judgment when he was around Amaris.

Logan nodded, resting his forearms on his knees as he leaned in, locking his hands together. I think he is up to something.

Charles looked shocked. What do you mean by this, Logan?

He showed up where we were in Calgary. Said he was looking for his missing sister, but I could tell he was lying. Logan replied, unable to shake the feeling.

Did he say which sister, by chance? Charles asked.

Logan shook his head. No. As he watched Charles' expression change, he knew something else was wrong. Does it matter which one?

Charles moved his wheelchair so he could look out a window. He watched as children played on the basketball court. No, but Logan, there's something you should know about Pietro Maximoff. Logan watched as Charles spun his chair around to face him. Pietro's father is somebody you've already met. To know that you've had a run in with him already is concerning, but to hear he is potentially searching for a sibling ramps up this concern I have.

Logan stood up, walking over to Charles. Who?

Charles looked pained as he looked at Logan. Erik Lensherr. He choked out, thinking about the potential trouble that was brewing. Magneto.

Logan searched the Professor's face, watching as the man seemed to fall into a deep sense of dread. He followed us around, showed up in the places we went to, but he was actually following Amaris.

Charles looked up at Logan, hearing his words. I understand that she is your daughter, but I must implore you, you must keep an eye on her. If Pietro has decided to show up in place she hasn't been before, or he for the matter, she must remain guarded. She loved him, but he-

Logan could hear Charles' heart begin to quicken, a sure sign of panic or fear rising in his veins. He isn't any good, is he?

Charles shook his head, remaining silent as the two came to a silent agreement. Something was wrong, and some type of storm was brewing.

Amaris had dropped her items off in her bedroom, making her way down to the lab where she had been told she would see Jean. She had been wearing one of the band t-shirts that she recovered from the cabin home. It seemed he used to like The Rolling Stones int he seventies. It had been one of her fathers as the fabric swallowed her frame whole. All she needed was a pair of JNCO jeans and she could blend in with her students.

Jean walked around the corner, nearly walking into Amaris. The women laughed, catching their breaths before speaking. It's so nice to see you back, and in one piece! Jean spoke, looking thrilled to see the young woman back. Amaris' face fell from a happy one to a little somber one. What is it?

She held her hand up, wincing as she unsheathed her claws. I'm mostly one piece.

Jean was shocked, bringing her hands to touch the broken bones. My dear. She whispered analyzing the breaks. They were terrible, jagged and splintered.

Amaris nodded, biting her tongue as Jean touched the bone. The broken ends felt like live wires as the older woman examined them. I don't know if there is anything that can be done about it. I thought you were the best place to start.

Jean sighed a little, then holding her hands between both of hers. Let me do an exam. I'll speak with the Professor and Hank. Maybe we can do something like a prosthetic or figure out if your bones have any healing properties.

Amaris nodded, then following Jean into the Infirmary. She stood next to one of the tables as Jean began to gather some supplies.

Well I be. 'His must be heaven. Came a husky voice.

Amaris looked up, seeing a man with long red hair looking at her. She tilted her head to the side. Why? Because I'm an angel? She asked in her most dramatic flirty voice, sarcastically replying to the age old pick up line.

The man shook his head. If you're an angel, then I'm in the wrong place. See, 'dae don't fly down here wit me. It's too low for 'dem, an' their wings would burn up.

Amaris laughed a little, making the man point at her. Tell me, what's you name, Chere?

Amaris approached his bed, finally seeing his eyes. His irises were reg and the whites of his eyes were black. Amaris, Amaris Howlett.

The man grabbed her hand gently as she approached. Remy Lebeau, at your service. He pressed a kiss to her knuckles, causing a warm flush to flash across her cheeks and down her neck. He looked up at her, then running his thumb over her knuckles. They call me 'da Gambit.

Amaris felt the smile creep onto her face before she could counteract it. Gambit, huh? That's a cool little codename you have there.

Remy gave a small nod of his head, looking up at the woman. I'm sure yours is somethin' to marvel at too.

Oh, no. I don't have a code name. She responded, forgetting about her hand at this point.

Give me a couple days, Gambit promises he'll give ya a nickname worthy to be chanted.

Jean cleared her throat as she entered the room. Amaris turned around quickly as Remy let go of her hand. This had certainly been the most exciting thing that has happened to him since being recovered by the X-Men.

Amaris left Gambit as he winked at her, having a funny feeling that by the end of the week he would have a different outlook on his life, and it might be due to the shy woman he met, Amaris Howlett.

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After

Warnings: 18+readersonly, heavy angst

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

This is the last one, I promise :) (And it's short)

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The memories were more the ones that Penny knew well. Ones she was in and ones that took place while Penny as here. Mostly sexual scenes and also a lot of scenes between her and Bucky while she was pregnant. Now that they all knew the backstory, seeing Bucky and Elizabeth together with no knowledge of each other was bittersweet. 

The scene where Rumlow had taken her and was abusing her was particularly hard to watch. Penny focused on Steve shoving his shield into Rumlow's stomach and finally cutting off his head. It was satisfying to watch, though Penny honestly wished there was more pain that had come with it. 

And the scene where Elizabeth was trying to protect all of her friends, trying to fight off Wanda and Pietros' father was also extremely painful. Her water was trying to cover to much area and not enough of it. 

The water suddenly dropped and Elizabeth looked down to see the trident in her stomach. 

"No!" Trang shouted, but Jay had grabbed her arm, shoving her out the window as bullets flew through the room, taking care of Mai, Ahni, and Jay. Josh cried out and was choked as his flute was shoved through his neck. 

Lan twirled in the air as a bird, becoming human as the knife sliced through his back. He fell, dead too. 

Elizabeth sank down against the wall, hand grasping the length of the trident, her hand shaking as she tried to pull it out of herself. 

Magneto landed softly in front of her, kneeling in front of her. 

"You look like Pietro." Elizabeth choked out and then cried out as Magneto also grabbed the trident, shoving it deeper into her. 

"I am his father." 

"That's a crap Star Wars line." Elizabeth panted weakly. 

Magneto sneered. "Where's Stark?" 

"Like I would tell you." Elizabeth whispered, eyes fluttering, the edges of the memory becoming fuzzy. 

"I think you would, if I promised to let you heal yourself." Magneto said. 

"I would never trade my life for any of theirs." Elizabeth whispered. "Cause I got a second chance. And they don't." 

"I'll just find him myself then." Magneto said, flying off. 

Elizabeth was left alone with her dead friends. She started to sing softly, the song in Russian that she had sung with Bucky when they had walked through the snow. She sung it in short bursts, before her hand fell in the blood and everything went black. 

The memories after that were, once again, familiar. Her trying to regain some sort of ground with the rest of them. But nothing changed. Nothing stuck out or was plot changing until much later. 

Elizabeth was walking into the tower, wearing a sundress. She had Rue in a baby carrier and was humming softly as she walked through the hallway. 

"Excuse me!" It was Sharons' voice and Elizabeth paused in her walking. "I need you to come with me right now." 

"I- Who-" Elizabeth looked confused, "Can I lay my daughter down first?" 

"You can bring her with you." Sharon said. "Pl-" 

"Sharon?" Steve's voice interrupted the conversation and he looked between Sharon and Elizabeth. "What are you doing here? Elizabeth?" 

"Uh, she was just asking me to go with her." Elizabeth said, putting the carrier down, relaxing her arm. Sharon had inched closer to Elizabeth during the conversation. 

Steve frowned. "Why?" 

"Fury needs her." Sharon replied smoothly. 

Steve crossed his arms over his chest. "Well then I'm going to have words with him because we said Elizabeth wasn't doing missions until she was ready. Unless you are?" Steve questioned Elizabeth. 

"I- I guess?" Elizabeth sounded uncertain. "But why would I bring Rue with me if I was needed for a mission?" 

Steve quickly demanded in his Captain voice, "Elizabeth, come here sweetheart." 

Sharon reacted faster, pulling a knife to Elizabeth's neck and Steve took a step forwards. "God Steve you haven't changed a bit." 

"I don't get it." Steve said, "You always stood against HYDRA before. What changed?" 

"You did." Sharon shook her head. "You left. So I needed to get rid of the others." 

Steve's jaw set harshly. "Sharon just let her go. She hasn't done anythi-" 

"She's taking my spot by your side." Sharon snarled. "I was the one you loved, Steve. And it could still be that way. She took you from me, telling you stories about a child that you didn't need to know about. And you just left like our years of being together meant nothing to you." 

"They did mean something." Steve snapped. "I'm not the one that killed our child!" 

Elizabeth cried out as Sharon pressed the knife to tightly against her throat and blood started to trickle down her throat. Steve immediately took another step forwards and Sharon pressed the knife harder against her neck. More blood trickled down from the cut and Elizabeth made another cry of pain.  

"Back off Steve." 

Steve took a step back. 

"We could run away Steve." Sharon said softly, imploring him. "You can forget it all. Bucky, Sam, this bitch, Penny. We can be happy together. Me and you. No responsibilities, just love and happiness. Or. . . you can take a pill and you forget that I'm the spy. I'll let her go and everything works out." 

The muscles in Steve's jaw twitched. Sharon pulled a gun out with her other hand, pointing it at the baby carrier. Steve's eyes followed it, his eyes becoming angry. 

"Or, I slice her throat and shoot the baby and then you can kill me." Sharon hissed. "And then you can tell Bucky that the girl that he loved in HYDRA and you failed to save when she begged for help, captive in a HYDRA base, and his daughter, are dead. But at least you got to me." 

"She's 'doll'?" Steve whispered, looking into Elizabeth's eyes and then he closed his own eyes. "Where's the pill?" 

Sharon sighed, kicking the pill over to him and Steve grabbed it. "You better keep your promise." Steve said, before taking the pill and falling unconscious. Sharon huffed, shoving the gun back into her pocket and sheaved the knife. "Naïve fool." 

"My water-" 

"It's a dampener effect." Sharon answered, "Prevents you from using your powers." 

Suddenly, the elevator door dinged down the hallway, Bruce stepping out, looking down at papers in his hands. Sharon cursed, shoving a pill down Elizabeth's throat and ran off as she blacked out. 

In the next one, Sharon and Elizabeth were walking along the forest. Elizabeth seemed wary and Sharon was calling out some name that sounded like it belonged to a dog. 

Suddenly, Rhodey came out of the forest, earbuds in his ears, clearly having been running along the trail, his braces whirring and the lights on them were red. He came to a walk, pulling the earbuds out. "Elizabeth? Sharon? What an unlikely. . . uh." 

"We're looking for her lost dog." Elizabeth said, moving deeper into the forest. 

Rhodey gave a confused look after her and then looked at Sharon, "Since when do you like dogs?" 

"I can change." Sharon muttered, pushing past Rhodey after Elizabeth. Rhodey's eyebrows furrowed and then he lunged at Sharon, knocking her into the trees. The two of them wrestled on the ground until Rhodey had pinned her down. 

"Rhodey?" Elizabeth burst back through the growth, looking concerned. "What are you doing?" 

"Elizabeth go back up to the tower." Rhodey grunted as Sharon continued to fight back. "Get the othe-" 

Sharon slammed his head against the tree and Rhodey cried out. Sharon undid his brace, pulling if off his leg, smacking him across the face with it. Elizabeth started to run and Sharon quickly pressed a button on something. Elizabeth and Rhodey both soon had blood leaking out of their ears, both of them paralyzed. 

"Thank Tony for that." Sharon snarled, getting to her feet, tossing the brace back down by Rhodey's body, grabbing Elizabeth's leg to start dragging her through the forest. 

But suddenly, Tony's voice started shouting through the air. "RHODES! Where are you?" 

"Fucking Stark." Sharon snarled, leaving Elizabeth where she was, hurrying and shoving Rhodey's brace back around his leg. 

"JAMES!" Tony's voice sounded fearful. 

They heard Stephen's voice join, "What happened?" 

"The heart monitor spiked to high. I think he had a heart attack." Tony's voice was shaking. "JAAMES!" 

"Isn't that cute." Sharon snarled, "He's got a little tracker on you like a dog. Just adorable." She shoved the pill into his mouth and then Elizabeth's, blacking out once more. 

There were more scenes of just the family being together, including lots of scenes from the beach. And then when they were back from the tower, the memory showed Sharon and Elizabeth already wrestling in a backroom. 

Suddenly, Sharon was tackled by Clint. "Go!" Clint shouted, wrapping an arm around Sharon's neck. Elizabeth stayed this time, helping Clint pin Sharon down, panting. 

Elizabeth hollered as Sharon stabbed her in the stomach, falling backwards. "Little bird!" Clint cried out, trying to strangle Sharon. 

Elizabeth gasped in pain, panic clear in her eyes as she couldn't call for her powers, "C-Clint." 

Clint huffed, slamming Sharons' head against the floor and she became unconscious. But as Clint moved quickly to Elizabeth, Sharons' eyes opened and looked over. Clint put pressure on the wound. "It's okay. You stay with me now Little bird. What floor is this?" 

"Sixty- two." Elizabeth whispered. 

Clint look over his shoulder towards the door. "PIETRO!" He screamed as loudly as he could. "PIETRO GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!" 

They heard something crashing down in the hallway. But Sharon had grabbed Clint, forcing a pill into his mouth, stabbing him at the same time. Clint tried spitting it out, but she choked him until he had swallowed it, stabbing him again, and everything went black for Elizabeth. 

Most of the memories after that were, once again, Elizabeth and the others. A lot of them with her children too. 

Until Sharon and her were walking up a staircase, which led to the roof. They watched the entire thing play out again, watching her father and Loki and all of it. 

Then there was Steve, standing in front of Sharon. Bucky had Steve's shield in his hands and he threw it at Sharon while Sam kept his arms around Elizabeth. Steve caught the shield, cutting off Sharon's head himself. 

Penny noticed a lot of memories after that were of the super soldiers and her. Her dress phase and then the Christmas party. Then the visions faded and Wanda removed her hand, taking a few steps back and collapsing into Vision. 

It was silent in the room as everyone took in everything they had just seen. There were lots of red eyes, especially with Bucky and Steve and her friends. 

"Wow." Scott finally said, putting his head in his hands. 

Hogun stood up suddenly, staring to pace the room too, looking thoughtful. A lot of them looked lost in thought. Clint kept one hand tight on Bucky, but his other hand was playing with the sling ring. 

"Bucky?" Wanda asked softly. "Do you. . ." 

"I remember." Bucky said hoarsely. "I remember everything now. Something. . . something triggered around the last memories. I remember all of it. I remember her." 

Elizabeth's eyes started to flutter and Penny hugged Steve tighter, wondering how she would react. 

And then they opened. 

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phantom pain || pietro maximoff

pietro maximoff x reader

summary: i'm jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have been

warnings: insecurities, none really?? (i think)

word count: 2.9k+ ; angst, comfort

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a/n: this is a rewrite of a bucky fic i wrote 6 years ago but now much longer, better, and for pietro. sorry for grammar/editing mistakes that are prob here but still enjoy

pietro knew you had been hiding something. he had known you for three years and had been dating you for almost two. over the course of the months and weeks spent with the other he had grown accustomed to your silent cues. the silence that would consume you when tony's party carried on too late and you desperately wished to exit or when you performed poorly during training and steve berated you with tips. but mostly the silence that would linger around you when you were alone. not all the time, no, but there were times when pietro could feel and see the physical shift in your body language.

he never wanted to pry not as a friend or a boyfriend. pietro understood that every avenger has a past life, one that the others are unaware of. though he loved playing back the memories of his childhood and his parents, he too would shift into a silent shell of a person and he would want nothing more than to be left alone and not questioned. pietro loved the abilities he had but some days he wondered whether the extreme heat of his body or the slow-moving world around him actually made him sad. life was no longer normal, his body was no longer normal, nothing was normal.

this is exactly how you felt. the tragedies in your life were sometimes unbearable and if you could disappear you would but you had so much to be thankful for. if it wasn't for the accident you wouldn't be an avenger, you wouldn't have the friends you have, you wouldn't experience even half of what you've had now, and you wouldn't have pietro, the love of your life. at the end of the day you were alive and more than often, incredibly happy.

but there were those times you fell into silence over your newfound life, mainly the consequences of the accident. your memory still struggled, you were weak for a very long time, and when the weather got too cold you could feel the ache in your bones. you weren't like the rest of the avengers who possessed special abilities or were highly skilled in combat. three and a half years ago you were a normal person. you had a normal life, job, family, and friends, up until the accident. and every day the phantom pain reminds you of what was taken.

it was winter when you first met all the avengers. they all lived together and after you recovered from the accident, tony wanted you here, to live here. you protested the idea for a while claiming that tony's generosity was far too much. he had already saved you from the accident and offering a space to live and a job was incredulous, but after much debate you agreed. that first day you silently sat in the corner of the room while all the avengers had a meeting. you swayed back and forth in the rolling chair, taking in the information and occasionally stealing glances at a silver-haired man.

"and this is (y/n)!," tony exclaimed, "our newest friend here so please for the love of god be kind during the acclamation period. i'm already prematurely greying and i don't need anymore."

the meeting was over and one by one the avengers came to greet you, offering their names and welcomes and soon the silver-haired man approached you.

pietro stuck his hand out to shake yours. he found it odd that despite the room being almost swelteringly hot from the heater, you still had your gloves on.

"i'm pietro."

it was about three weeks later you found yourself sitting with pietro, clint, steve, and natasha. everyone was sitting on the couch talking about whatever topic you possibly could conjure up. there was a lull in conversation before clint spoke up.

"hey," he said turning towards you, "why do you have gloves on?"

it was as if clint never spoke and without missing a beat you stood up, looking down at pietro, "wanna help me finish building my desk?"

pietro hesitated a moment, eyes flickering over to clint, "of course."

pietro had come to learn not to question why you covered your hands in those first few months. any mention of you hiding them was never met with an answer. he was protective of you and he felt himself falling for you each day, and you the same. the two of you did a lot together, you cooked, clean, went out, watched movies, almost everything together and you loved it. it felt like home here and pietro felt like home.

it was a big dinner, the night you finally took your gloves off. there was no special reason why, to be frank, you just decided to no longer be embarrassed.

"c'mon kid we all got something weird about us. i play in a suit all day, cap runs around in tights, pietro is faster than the speed of light, and parker shoots webs... from his hands!" tony ranted on.

you sighed, "i know. i just feel weird on top of this because i am still new here."

"we all have been new," tony started, inspecting your hands one final time, "no one will judge you, kid, but take it at your own pace. you don't owe anyone nothing. well, maybe except me," he winked.

only two hours later you were all seated at the big table with everyone to eat. from tony, to pietro, to thor, to natasha, to sam, everyone was here. next to you was tony and rhodey, pietro across from you pulling funny faces while the food was served out. you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap trying to stall picking up the fork and knife. everyone had started eating and chatting amongst the group when you finally lifted your arms to the table and started cutting into the chicken.

pietro watched as you shifted in your seat, your forearms coming to rest on the white cloth and your fingers wrapping around the fork and knife. the first time he has ever seen your hands.

your metal hands.

after that night there were murmurs throughout the crew about the state of your hands. people were confused why someone who led a normal life ended up with metal hands, similar to bucky's arm. the word accident had floated through the air but you never commented on it.

winter had turned into spring that ended all too quickly and now it was the dead of summer. the day was slow and pietro was bored and craving movement. his head was hanging over the arm of the couch, his silver hair hung to the floor.

"want to get ice cream?" he asked.

"it's like you read my mind," you grinned swiping your wallet off the counter.

you and pietro wandered around town aimlessly before stopping at the ice cream shop. he admired the way you threw your head back in laughter and the way you covered your mouth when he said something outlandish. even though pietro's body ran warm he could feel the increasing heat spread throughout his cheeks each time you shot him a smile and his name rolled off your lips.

in an instant, he thought he ruined it all when he reached out and wrapped his fingers in yours. he felt your fingers twitching and the way you misstepped.

"i'm sorry," accent thick as he retracted his hand.

you smiled softly at him before gently grabbing his hand, "don't be."

it was that day over a hot fudge sundae that you told pietro what had happened. it was a horrible car accident early in the winter before you met the avengers. there were several cars and buses involved. not only did you lose your hands that day but your family. tony was also in this accident, his car had actually collided with yours, though his vehicle wasn't the one that caused your injuries. he had rushed to help you and immediately took on a parental role when he observed the condition of everyone else in the car. you were bruised and bloody with several fractured bones, but mainly, every bone in both your hands were shattered beyond repair. tony took you to his doctors where you all came to the difficult decision that your hands had to go, but tony offered you a solution. to replace the once skin and bones with metal.

pietro listened the entire time letting you go on and on to which you apologized for being boring. 'no dragă' he would whisper and you continued on with his thumb running over your knuckles. the gesture comforted you but the voice in the back of your head nagged that it was out of pity.

the months began to fly past faster than you could imagine. you and pietro were inseparable. anytime the members walked past the two of you they'd fake gag or pretend to cry. once wanda had muttered under her breath how she never thought pietro would actually date someone. you would only get shy over it and pietro found it amusing and would pinch at your cheeks. it was only when the two of you officially started dating when pietro would notice the different type of silence you'd fall into.

he would sometimes catch you sitting on the edge of your bed staring at your hands the features on your face contorted with disgust.

"what is the matter?" he questioned.

"oh nothing," you sighed with a fake smile, placing your hands beside you.

or the times pietro noticed the way you hesitated before touching him.

"am i that scary dragă?" pietro joked with a sickly smile.

your features would soften and the lines between your brows disappeared, "the most terrifying," you winked.

or the times pietro saw the way you gazed at other people's hands when they came into contact with pietro.

"doesn't his hair look good like this?" wanda asked you as she finished braiding her brother's hair. the two of them looking at you in the mirror.

you didn't respond right away. you were too distracted watching the way her fingers weaved their way through his silver hair and grazed his scalp while pulling hair into its pattern. with the most pitiful smile, you responded.

"amazing."

pietro knew that eventually, you would confide in him over the way you viewed your hands. he didn't want to overstep, that wasn't the relationship the two of you had. the late nights pietro spent shaking under the blankets from nightmares, you never asked him. you held him close to you and hummed a small tune to calm him down and you did that every night without fail. one day over breakfast he finally confided in you over the terrors that haunted his dreams.

what pietro didn't expect was that today on your second anniversary was the day you would finally scream your frustrations out. the two of you weren't doing anything special and nor did you want to. all the avengers insisted you at least leave home and do something for a little while. that's why you found yourselves lazily walking around a park, hand-in-hand, arms swinging and shoulders bumping. the sound of laughter echoed through the park and you swore the leaves shook. you were happy, beyond happy. pietro and you were madly in love and there wasn't one thing you could wish for, maybe.

suddenly the wind picked up and the dark clouds rolled above and unleashed raindrops that were nearly the size of baseballs.

"oh my god!" you squealed.

"it is so cold!" pietro laughed loudly.

you were squinting through the pouring rain, your hair and clothes plastered to your skin, pietro was dancing around in a circle with his tongue out in hopes of catching the water. pietro grabbed onto your forearms pulling you into him.

"you look so cute right now," he yelled over the thunderous rain.

"don't be silly! i look like a mess!" you giggled slightly swatting at his chest.

pietro leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. his smile growing wider as if his mouth was a plant and the rain was helping it grow. his fingers brushed the hair out of your face and kissed you once more on the forehead.

"there's so many droplets on your lashes!" you exclaimed. pietro watched your lips pull into a smile. the sun wasn't out but he could've been fooled by the way your eyes shined at him. he watched as you lifted your hand to brush the droplets off, and then suddenly, it all changed.

pietro watched as your smile dropped into parted lips of disgust and shame, your eyebrows pulled together in the middle, and rain was no longer the only thing running down your face. you faltered in your step backward and pietro reached out to steady you but you pulled back further. it was like you were a toy and your batteries had just run out you were so still.

"b-baby what is wrong?" the worried etched onto his face was almost painful.

"i'm jealous," you cried, your bottom lip shaking violently.

pietro shook his head, "my love what is going on? you are worrying me."

you lifted your hands in front of your face, your eyes trailed down every finger and across your palm to the back of your hand. the small metal panels almost mocking you as you could see your eyes reflect back at you. at this moment pietro started to piece together all the instances in the past.

"i can't feel you," you wallowed, "i can't feel your skin, pietro. my hands!" he watched as you stretched your arms out to show him your hands as if he'd never seen them before.

"i'm envious of everything that can feel you! the rain, your clothes, everyone else, but not me, i can't! do you know how badly i want to feel the texture of your hair or the tears you cry or-or the skin on your lips and i can't! i crave the feeling of you and i'll never get to know that. i want to feel the plastic of a pen or grass between my fingers or the calluses of training too hard and i'll never get that again. the phantom pain i have will never be as painful as never being able to hold you with my real hands."

as your cries grew louder the storm cleared up to let you have the stage. you stood in front of pietro as the shell of the person he would see those times you were alone silently observing your hands. even though he wasn't the one yelling, he felt as if his own vocal chords were being shredded, he could feel the chambers in his heart slowly start to shut down one by one, and the burn in his eyes was almost blinding.

he slowly stepped towards you cautious not to make you jerk backwards again. the tears in each of your eyes seemed to sync up and roll down together. pietro gently grabbed your hand, grateful that you let him, and held it to his cheek.

"this, my love, this is me. this is the me that only you will know and no one else. it is not the same as everyone else but different much like us," he said gently, his other hand gesturing between your bodies, "if i could do anything in the world, no matter the cost, to help with your hands i would and i am so sorry i cannot," pietro was now holding your face in his hands.

"but i want you to know i love you for everything that you are and i always will. no matter what the future has in store for us, in my heart, you will always be first. and- and i know there are other reasons why you dislike your hands but i never want to be the reason that you dislike something about yourself. maybe i can talk to mr. stark, yeah?" he pondered nodding his head rapidly, "maybe we can figure something out and give your hands an upgrade. maybe he knows someone?"

you sniffled, looking lovingly at pietro who was trying to think of any possibility even though you both had discussed in the past that there was nothing that could be done for your hands. that day tony saved you was the best opportunity you could get to help your hands and nothing in the world could beat it.

"i love you so much pietro, you are everything i could ask for in a boyfriend and more," you spoke, resting your face further into his hands.

pietro ran his hands across your shoulders and down your arms to hold onto your wrists. he brought your hand up to his face and placed a delicate kiss to your fingertips until all ten were loved. pietro pulled you into a hug, one palm resting flat against your spine and the other holding the back of your head. you leaned into his chest and let your ear listen to the thump of his heart. the two of you stood there motionless. minutes passed by and neither of you dared to move. to an unobservant eye, you two could've passed as a statue. two lovers forever memorialized in the dusk of the sky, the rain puddles collecting at your feet, and a love story forever admired over.

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ROLE SWAP AU :: SOPHIE WARNER & PIETRO MAXIMOFF ↳ ( oc halloween challenge, day six )

in April 2013, a bomb went off in NOVI GRAD, SOKOVIA. HYDRA got there first in hopes of destabilizing the country. Instead, they found a wealth of potential experimental subjects. Over two years HYDRA saw varied results, with some dead and others driven mad. But eventually they saw results. An American had survived the trials. An American had been brought back to life. Two of the teenagers hit in the blast were found to have unlocked genetic potential, making them targets for General Dreykov's Red Room. Two years in captivity made them hardened killers, bred to be a new kind of weapon the world was not ready for. In May of 2015, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff are assigned a mission to infiltrate a HYDRA base near their former home and destroy it. They would never return to the Red Room. In May of 2015, Sophie Warner is brought back to life with the power of the Mind Stone within Loki’s Scepter. When she wakes, a boy with white hair stares down at her with his hand positioned over her heart. It would be many years before she saw Death again.

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Ghost of You — Chapter 2

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Pietro Maximoff x fem!Mutant!reader

Warnings: mentions of abandonment, mention of daddy issues, mentions of nausea and dizziness, mentions of hate.

Word Count: 1082

When we arrived it was pretty late. The moon was at its highest point and the only sound came from the air moving the leaves in the ground. I stepped out of the car, Pietro following behind, and looked around with awe written all over my face, as well in Pietro's.

"Let's go inside, your father's waiting for you" Happy said as we followed him out of the car. We reached a big crystal door where Happy typed some sort of code and the door opened after a robotic ''Welcome, Mullet" I looked at him with a raised brow.

"You know how's Tony" he said shrugging. No, i don't, I wanted to say, but I bit my tongue, it isn't Happy's fault, if there's someone to blame it's absolutely not him, Happy was the only one who fought for me.

"I guess" I laughed awkwardly while resting my hand in my neck. Inside the building everything looked the same, white walls, long corridors, white lamps, it reminded me of the asylum where I spend my whole teenage years. The nausea and dizziness those memories gave me were exactly the same as I walked the hallway. I felt Pietro's eyes on me but decided to ignore it. We arrived at the elevator and Happy pressed the button for floor 3. The doors opened revealing a big room. The atmosphere here was different, the walls were some tone of brown, there were plants everywhere and kids toys? Huh, weird, I wonder who they belong to. We stepped into the room and as if I had called his name Tony appeared in front of us.

There he was. He looked the same as the last time I saw him. The same grin, the same eyes, the same hair but this time there was something different. This time, when I looked at him I didn't feel love or admiration all I felt was hatred towards the man who threw me into a prison and called it help. This time, when I look at him I remember the little girl who used to cried for him, who used to eagerly wait for her birthday hopping he would remember and visit her. This time I look at him and I see him for what he really is, a monster.

"You're skinnier" he said surprised. Yes dad, that's what happens when you only get fed once day. I didn't answer, I stood put and I looked at him in disbelief.

"It's been a long time, right? How long has it been? 6? 7 years?"he asked, scratching the back of his neck. I guess I already knew, but it still hurt, seeing how my absence and confinement meant nothing to him.

"12" I answered. He looked confused.

"Wha-"

"12 years. I spent 12 years in that madhouse you sent me to, not 6 or 7, 12." I clarified. I clenched my fist and dug my fingernails into the palm of my hand to try and grasp the little bit of self control I had left before I lashed at him and turned this place into a death anonymous meeting. A while ago I learned that the number of ghosts were dependent of my emotions, meaning if I get mad ghosts start to appear out of nowhere which can lead to a lot of really bad things.

"Not trying to be a party pooper, you know how much I like beef, but this place is starting to look a lot like a public pool" Pietro whispered as thought not trying to disturb the ongoing conversation. I looked around and he was right, we were pretty much reenacting A Christmas Carol scene. I took a deep breath and one by one the ghosts started to disappear.

""Y/n-" Tony started but I cut him. I knew there was no way for us to have this conversation without this place looking like an hotel.

"I'm really tired, it was a long trip." I faked a yawn.

"Yes, of course. Happy will show you to your room." Tony said rapidly, watching you as if looking for something.

***

My room is on the 4th floor. I was told other people lived in the building and that I would therefore share the floor with them, but as it was really late they were all asleep. I bid Happy good night and enter "my room". It was bigger than my room in the asylum and nicer, but it still felt wrong, as if somethings was missing.

"I don't know about you, but this place rocks" Pietro said from the bed in the middle of the room. It was pretty big, king size maybe, and somehow it still looked little on Pietro. My bag was situated near the closet. I opened it and took my pajama out. And as I was walking to the bathroom, his voice stopped me.

"That's why you never told me" he said, his eyes focused on me. He didn't have to specify, I knew what he was talking. If anyone was ever to see through my act, it was him, he sees too much, I hate it. I sighed as I sat on the bed.

"Yeah, I guess I just... I don't know, he abandoned me, you know? In 12 years I never got a damn call from him, it's not really something I like to think about. It depresses me and I have enough shit going on, the last thing I need is to add daddy issues to the list" I explained, while fidgeting with my shirt avoiding his eyes. For a minute none of us said a word, just kept silent.

"Wow, it must suck being you."

That was the last straw, I bended over laughing. He knew exactly what I needed to hear.

"Not as much as yours, you're dead" We looked at each other and started chortling so hard he felt off the bed.

After a few seconds we managed to get ourselves together, but one look at each other was enough for us to start convulsing with laughter over again.

"That's getting old" he managed to say catching his breath.

"But you aren't"

"I definitely just peed myself" he said rolling with laughter which only caused me to cackle with laughter.

This was a new life and it scared me, but I knew in my heart that as long as I had him with me, everything was going to be just fine.

Oh how wrong I was.

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Late

Warnings: 18+readersonly, heavy angst

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Just bear with it. I know it's long. I really went overboard with details on everything- sorry. 

Warning: 10.2K words

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The memories after that faded in and out. Mostly just her hanging out with Violetta, Katya, Trang, and Ghaida. Ahni was sometimes there, but she was mostly Ghaida's friend than anything else. Josh and her hung out quite a bit too and it was obvious for some time, Josh had a huge crush on her. But she didn't even notice. 

The same year that she entered College apparently, was the year of the snap. She was on the Campus when it happened, walking to her car by herself. Suddenly, students around her started to turn to dust. 

"What-" Elizabeth whispered, backing up from the dust and then running for her car. 

Penny had been told that Elizabeth was the only one of the Ohioan group to be snapped. But now, watching this, clearly that hadn't been the case. 

Pulling up to her house, her mother was rushing out of it and hopped in the car. "Follow my instructions. Now." 

The urgency in her mother's voice kicked Elizabeth into following the instructions to a dirt field and then they took an airplane. 

They landed in Siberia and her mother led them urgently into the compound, while Elizabeth followed a little slower. Her mother marched straight to the chamber where the super soldiers were being kept in cryo. Elizabeth followed even slower, looking around at everything in confusion. 

"What is this place?" Elizabeth asked and then saw the super soldiers in the tanks. They had all been shot through the foreheads once with bullets. "Wha- who are they?" 

"Shit." Lucinda muttered. "They're dead. And what the hell is wrong with the cryo tank?" She was messing with the cryo tank at the end of it. 

Elizabeth looked at it. She ran her fingers over something, dust falling away for a name plate that said, 'Winter Soldier'. 

"'Winter Soldier'." Elizabeth repeated. "What is this place?" 

Lucinda sighed. "It's a compound, a base for an organization that I used to work for. We, used to work for. You don't remember any of it, do you. Or remember James? Well, you never called him James. You always called him Sebastian so per-" 

Elizabeth cried out, dropping to her knees, grabbing her head in her hands. 

"Yes, the remembering always hurts." Lucinda muttered, more worried about the cryo tank at the moment. 

"Where is he? What happened to him?" Elizabeth demanded immediately. 

"He escaped." Brocks' voice interrupted and Elizabeth sprang to her feet, glaring at him. "Took him a few years, but he managed it. At first, he was on his own. We got him tracked to Romania after a few years, but the Avengers got him first and the Avengers kept him." 

Elizabeth shifted on her feet as Rumlow came closer to her. "And he forgot all about you. Just like you forgot all about him. Except, he gets a happy ending. And you don't." He tossed something at her with a grin and walked a few feet away. 

It was a photograph, which Elizabeth held by the corners in both hands. Steve was in the middle, Bucky on his right and Sam on his left. The three of them were grinning at the cameras, all clearly happy and in love. 

"His soulmates?" Elizabeth asked softly. 

"Yep. 'Course, I get to see them sometimes too." Rumlow admitted. "They have no idea I worked for HYDRA." 

"We need to be careful." Lucinda said, coming back from the machine, not having paid attention to the conversation between her daughter and Rumlow. "Fury might have agents out looking at the abandoned HYDRA compounds. He might think we'll try regrouping with this. . . well whatever happened. Do you still have your source?" 

"Heck yeah." Rumlow grinned, "Penelope's a lovely girl. She tells me everything I ever want to know." 

Penny sank into Rhodey, ashamed of herself then. Rhodey squeezed her tightly, kissing the top of her head again in comfort. 

"Your soulmate?" Elizabeth questioned. 

"Nope. Daughter of Nick Fury." Rumlow chuckled. "Daddy shelters her to much so she's got the daddy issues. Gives me the perfect opening to exploit her." 

"Poor girl. Looks like she has bad taste if she chose you." Elizabeth snapped. 

"Says the girl who fell in love with a deranged murderer." Rumlow chuckled. "Steve's hotter. And a better fucker." 

Sam gritted his teeth, glaring at the memories. Bucky tucked his head into Steve's shoulder. 

"Whose Steve?" Elizabeth asked. 

"The blond one in the middle." Rumlow chuckled. 

"And he sleeps with you after everything you did to James?" Elizabeth sounded irate, shaking like she was going to murder him. 

"No, no no. See, that's the beauty of it." Rumlow smirked. "They have no idea. James doesn't remember me either. But he's happy. Happier than he ever was with you at any rate." 

Clearly, Rumlow was trying to goad her. Elizabeth just slipped the picture into her pocket. "Well, how can you even be happy with someone when you're locked up here anyways." 

She walked away and sat down in the chair. Rumlow joined Lucinda and Elizabeth took the picture out of her pocket again. She ran her finger over each of their faces and then pressed the photo to her chest and closed her eyes. 

The memory fizzed and Elizabeth was now laying in a room. It was scarce of anything besides a bed and a dresser. But Penny recognized it as Bucky's room when the compound had been bustling and full. 

"MECHANICS HERE!" Rumlow's voice cackled and Elizabeth sat up, padding out. She paused when she saw that it was Trang, who was already at work at the machine. 

"Trang?" Elizabeth asked in confusion but the Vietnamese girl didn't react to her name. Elizabeth walked around, kneeling in front of Trang, but her eyes were blank. Elizabeth's eyes flashed angrily and she stood up again. 

"What did you do to her?" Elizabeth demanded as her mother came into the room then. 

Her mother sighed, "It's like a hypnotic state, hijacking the hippocampus of the brain. She remembers everything, but after she's released from this state, she won't remember anything that happened. It was easier than constantly trying to give her memory pills. Your friend is a genius, Elizabeth, but her moral compass was to strong." 

"How did you do the surgery?  That woman from Wakanda?" Elizabeth questioned. 

"No, about. . . gosh a while now. But a few years back there was this neurosurgeon in New York. Best in the world from what I understand. Went by the name, Doctor Stephen Strange. Well, we threw a little money at him and he agreed to the experiment. Of course, we didn't risk anything. He was wiped after as well. But he blew so much money he probably didn't even notice it." 

"Geez." Stephen groaned, pushing his hands into his eyes. "I'm so sorry Trang." 

Trang looked horrified and then looked at Ghaida. "Was I- Does that mean I was the spy? That it was me all along?" 

Ghaida shook her head. "No, Trang. Lucinda only ever used it when she was with you personally. She never used it on you when you were in the tower. It is still active though. Shuri has the skill to remove it later if you'd like." 

"Of course." Shuri said immediately. Penny noticed then that Okoye was gone and T'Challa was on the phone in the corner of the room. They must be inquiring after the Wakandan doctor. 

"Shuri?" Penny asked softly. "Did that doctor, did she ever work on Bucky's arm too?" 

Shuri's eyes widened and she got up off the couch and approach Bucky. "I need your arm. I just want to make sure it's safe." 

Bucky nodded dully, his head resting on Steve's shoulder. Shuri carefully detached the arm and carried it over to the coffee table. "Trang!" 

Trang joined her at the table. 

"It's not fixable." Trang finally pushed back, her voice sounding robotic. "At least, not without a lot of expensive parts I don't have my hands on." 

"Thank you Trang." Lucinda said and looked at Rumlow. "E ages slowly anyways. We'll just keep her here until we find an excuse. You keep me in the loop with the Avengers." 

"Yep." Rumlow said, walking over and cupping Trang's face. "I'll take her home now." 

Tony snarled under his breath.

"As long as you don't take her home to bed." Lucinda snarked. "And I need you and Jackson to keep Elizabeth fed and everything. I have to get home to Paul and my sons." 

Elizabeth was ushered back to Bucky's room, the door closed and locked behind her. 

She spent days in that room, the food pushed through the slot the only interaction. Rumlow and Jackson never spoke to her. 

For her, she mostly just slept or stared at the photo she now had. Every time she touched one of their faces, she repeated their name, "James. Steve. Sam. Steve. James. Steve. Sam." 

Penny wasn't sure how many days passed, but it got to the point where Elizabeth even started hallucinating Bucky into her surroundings. A vague outline of him. He never touched her because then he'd disappear. But she would talk to him and he would just smile. It broke Penny's heart. 

The hallucinations got stronger. Bucky was speaking back to her. Telling her stories about Steve and Sam. Telling her things about Wakanda. And he always told her that he loved her. Over and over again until he was disappearing and fading. 

That was when the ghosts started to come. It was Howard first and Elizabeth blinked in surprise. "Hey kid." 

"Hey Howie." Elizabeth whispered softly. 

"And she talks." Howard grinned. "You wouldn't speak a word before. But, then again, it's been nearly fifty or so years." 

Elizabeth smiled a little. "How's the afterlife? Am I joining you any time soon?" 

Howard chuckled. "Nope. You still got a long life ahead of you kid. It'll turn out okay. You only have three more years ahead of you." 

"How many years have I been in here?" Elizabeth asked. 

"Two, roughly." Howard said. "I've been here for about a year now, but you haven't been able to see me until now." 

"I feel like I've been in here forever." Elizabeth whispered. "And it's so cold here." 

"I'll try and make the time a little better." Howard chuckled. "And I'll bring some friends along next time. I suppose you should probably meet my wife." 

And so other ghosts joined. Ghosts that were all friendly. Howard was the one there the most often, sometimes bringing Maria. Penny also recognized King T'Chaka. And sometimes the King brought other Wakandans and they thought her songs in their native language, which Elizabeth eventually picked up and sang along to. 

Elizabeth lived in a ghost world for a long time, spinning with the ghosts, singing and chanting in Wakandan. Or talking about fancy things with Howard, who was still spitting ideas from beyond the grave. 

"He's going to build a time machine." One of the conversations went, Howard sitting at the chair. He had ghostly mechanical parts in his hands, messing around with them. "I guess I must've raised him some sort of right for him to do that." 

"I'm sure you were a great dad." Elizabeth smiled. 

"Nope." Howard sighed, leaning his head back against the wall. "Never made enough time for my own kid. I was to busy, trying to find Steve Rogers in that ocean. Always thought I was closer each time. And when we found the Tesseract, I thought we'd found him too. They gave up the search, but I never did. I never found him either and I lost my son in return. So really, I just lost both of them." 

Elizabeth was looking at the picture, "He seems worth it." 

Howard looked at her. "I still like to believe that my endless searching led to his recovery. But even now, sometimes, even knowing the future because I'm dead, I wonder if maybe I should've just been with my family." 

"Maybe one day I'll meet him." Elizabeth laughed at herself. "And I'll tell him how much you love him. He probably won't believe me though. Only crazy people talk to ghosts, but then again, I think I'm probably a bit crazy." 

"Just a little." Howard chuckled fondly, ruffling her hair. 

The visions continued on until it reached another conversation. "Why can you touch me but not objects in this world?" Elizabeth asked. 

"Loki uniquely designed it so that only you had the power of interaction." Howard said thoughtfully. 

Elizabeth pushed the palms of her hands into her eyes in frustration. "I can't remember him well." 

"I just think it's funny he's mated to my son." Howard chuckled. "Three egotistical, narcissistic men who somehow get along. I think it's their brilliant, creative nature. But Loki doesn't show his creative side to them- well anyone." 

"I wonder why." Elizabeth said thoughtfully. 

Howard shrugged, "He has his reasons. Regardless, the trigger that he created means that you can interact with ghosts, but you can stop ghosts from interacting with you. So hypothetically, you could punch me in the face, but then change it so that I can't punch you back." 

"But I won't." Elizabeth replied, grinning. 

"Thank you." Howard chuckled. "Regardless, It's hard for me to understand the triggering method. It's mostly magic, which even as a ghost I don't understand. But it seems that you could push power into a soul and I could, hypothetically if it were to work, pick up this comforter." Howard said. 

"Can we try?" Elizabeth asked. "It might as well give me something to do." 

"Sure." Howard said. 

Steve suddenly stood up, walking over almost calmly to the wall, and then punched it so hard, brick and dust settled on the floor. "Steve?" Sam asked uncertainly. 

"I'm such an idiot. I know where this is going." Steve muttered, putting his head against the wall. 

Howard laughed suddenly as he became a bit more solid and then tapped on the dresser with his knuckles. Elizabeth looked exhausted, sliding to the floor. 

"Hold on." Howard grinned, popping out of disappearance. Elizabeth shivered until he suddenly popped back into existence holding a fluffy blanket, a package of oreos, and a bottle of coke. He dumped them on the bed and then knelt down, pushing the energy back into Elizabeth. 

"You okay?" 

"Yeah, it just was a lot." Elizabeth said, getting back on the bed. She smiled at what he had brought her. She put the food aside, wrapping herself in the blanket. "Thank you." 

"Of course kid." Howard said softly. "And don't eat that to fast or eat to much of it. You'll just throw it up. They're not feeding you enough." 

She did it again with Howard a few days later and he walked through the wall and brought back something in his hands. "He left this one, never got to give it to you." 

Elizabeth took it with shaking hands. It was a stuffed Okapi, but it looked like it had been sewn from cloth. There was a note pinned to it which read

: I made this one cause I didn't have time to find one. I love you doll. 

- Yours Always

"I miss him." Elizabeth sobbed, falling sideways on the bed. "I miss him so much. And I'm glad he's happy but I miss him. I wish he would come and find me." 

"He can't." Howard said softly. "He was snapped with the others. Only Steve made it. Sam and Bucky though. . . they're gone until the time machine is made." 

"Steve's all alone." Elizabeth whispered. 

A few days later- or maybe weeks- Elizabeth had a piece of paper in her hands. "I- I had an idea." 

"Yeah?" Howard asked. 

"If- If I put my power into you, then you can take this, and you can put it somewhere Steve can find it." Elizabeth said. "Right?" 

"Yes." Howard said, though he didn't look enthusiastic about it. 

"Then let's do it." Elizabeth said. 

Howard nodded and then warned her, "He might not come." 

"I know. But I'm willing to try, at least." Elizabeth said firmly. She pushed her power into Howard and then he was gone. 

Days later, her cell door was slammed open. She looked up, but it was Rumlow, rushing towards her. 

"What the hell did you do?" Rumlow snarled, but didn't give her time to answer, locking her wrists and ankles together. He locked the muzzle around her jaw and put a blindfold over her eyes, before shoving her under the bed. He put her up under it so that no one could see her. 

"Rumlow?" Steve's voice called through the compound. They watched Steve enter the room, frowning. "Did you find someone?" 

"Nah." Rumlow said calmly. "Not in this room." 

Steve stepped further inside and Penny's heart pounded. His eyes landed on the Okapi stuffed animal and he picked it up. He started to explore more of the room and found papers in one of the drawers. 

"This is Bucky's handwriting." Steve whispered, flipping through it. 

"Maybe this was his room?" Rumlow questioned, looking tense, but sounding nonchalant. 

"I can't read all of it, some of it's in Russian." Steve muttered. "He keeps talking about a 'doll'. But he never said. . ." 

Steve searched all the drawers and found a picture. It was a polaroid and old. It was of a really young Elizabeth, when she was a kid. Bucky had her on his shoulders. On the back, Bucky had written, 'Mine'. 

"C'mon Cap, we gotta search the rest of this place and then report back to Fury." Rumlow urged. 

"Right." Steve muttered, hesitating, and then putting the photo back in the drawer. 

Rumlow raised an eyebrow, "You're not taking it?" 

"It feels. . . wrong to." Steve murmured, but took the papers with him. "I'll ask Nat to translate these later." 

Rumlow nodded and Steve picked up his shield. "Do a deep search. If someone really is here and needs our help, I want to find them." 

"Sure thing Cap." Rumlow said and Steve exited the room. Rumlow's face immediately became one of rage. Making sure Steve was long gone he hissed, "You are in so much trouble when he's gone E. I don't know how you got that message to him, but you're going to pay for it." 

"She was right. There." Steve snarled, punching the wall again.

Penny finally moved, squeezing Rhodey's shoulder and moving over to hug Steve. "It's okay Stevie, it's okay." 

Steve wrapped his arms around her and sank down against the wall, holding her tightly to him. 

Elizabeth stayed under the bed for a while, Howard pacing the room. Rumlow walked straight through him, getting Elizabeth out from under the bed. He punched her across the face. "You stupid, stupid girl." 

Elizabeth cried out as he punched her in the stomach. 

"Almost ruined everything." Rumlow snarled. 

Howard knelt down, touching her head. A surge of power went through him from her and he slammed his fist up Rumlow's jaw. Rumlow's eyes rolled back in his head and he fell to the ground unconscious. 

"Yes! Go dad!" Tony cried out from the couch and then blushed as everyone stared at him. "Sorry." Stephen smiled just a little. 

Howard undid her bonds and then Elizabeth stumbled to her feet. She grabbed the Okapi and the note. She opened the drawer and made sure she had both pictures. Then she ran for it. 

She fled the compound, not even noticing how the snow seemed to avoid her, or that her feet didn't leave prints in it. Or that she wasn't cold. 

She ran and continued to run for a long time until she reached a small town. There, she stole a car and then drove further until she got to a larger town. There, she stowed away on a boat which took her to another country. 

She continued on and on, stealing and moving through the night. 

Finally, she reached New York. She looked exhausted and dirty, everyone on the streets was avoiding her. Howard popped up next to her. 

"Where do I find him?" She asked. 

"Try and keep up." Howard said and started leading her through the city until Howard turned into an alleyway. "He's over there." 

Elizabeth looked over, her excitement fading as she saw Rumlow was with Steve and Natasha. "Can I trust the red head?" 

"Yes." Howard said. "Her name is Natasha. She's very close with Steve. Now, let me see if I can provide a distraction. You need to work on how you're going to get Steve to trust you." 

Elizabeth nodded and Howard was gone. 

As Rumlow hopped out of his seat, said something to them, and rushed around the corner, Elizabeth darted across the street. 

She ran up behind Steve and grabbed his shirt sleeve. "Steve?" 

Steve spun and looked down at her, taking in everything he saw before him. "Uh-" 

She held up the picture that he had left in the drawer. His eyes widened and he looked angry. "Where did you get that?" 

"Where I asked you to come find me." Elizabeth whispered. 

Steve's eyes widened. "It was y-" 

Elizabeth saw Rumlow coming back and she ran away, weaving in and out of the crowd. She darted around buildings, crossing streets, taking alleyways. All the while, Steve was running behind her, shouting for her to stop. 

She didn't stop until she came to Central Park, disappearing into the trees, and crouching down behind a bush, panting. 

Steve skidded to a stop. 

"Did he follow?" Elizabeth asked. 

"Who?" 

"Rumlow. Did he follow?" Elizabeth asked. 

"You know him." Steve stated and his eyes widened with realization, "He's with HYDRA?" 

Elizabeth nodded. "He always has been. He was mine and Bucky's handler." 

"You knew Bucky." Steve murmured. 

Elizabeth nodded again. "He protected me. Kept me safe. Every time they put him in cryo, he would give me a stuffed animal so I wouldn't cry. I knew him since I was a kid." 

Steve smiled a bit sadly. "C'mon, let's get back to base. We can talk more there." 

Elizabeth nodded, standing up. The two of them started to move through the forest. 

"Were you the one he was always calling doll?" Steve asked. 

She nodded, "When I got older they started to think we should be paired together. Because he's a super soldier and I have this gene that's half- Asgardian. So they said our children would be powerful and immortal. A new race. But. . . Bucky and I. . . we fell in love without them. I still love him." Her eyes filled with tears and she took in a deep, shaky breath. "But he has you and Sam so he's okay. I only ever wanted him to be happy anyways. And he is with you." 

Steve squeezed her shoulder. He looked unable to tell her about Bucky and simply went and said, "I should introduce you to Tho-" 

Suddenly, Elizabeth seized up, blood starting to trickle from her ears and she fell flat on her face. Steve meanwhile, took another two steps and crashed into the ground as well. Blood also flowed from his ears. 

"A pain in my ass." Rumlow grumbled, holding up some sort of stick. "And you," He kicked Steve in the chest, before propping his body up against the tree. "have your boyfriend Tony to thank for this handy little tool. Short term paralysis. Ah, Stark." 

He left Steve there, kneeling in front of Elizabeth, releasing his anger on her, his fists hitting her again and again. Steve looked angrier than Penny thought she had ever seen him, but he couldn't move an inch, only able to watch. 

Rumlow sighed, letting Elizabeth go. "You know, I really ought to just gut you. To bad your mother loves you. And I need my paycheck." Then he was kneeling in front of Steve again. "I'll have to make you forget too. Good thing I brought so many pills with m-" 

He was tackled by someone with red hair and he grunted, dropping the short term paralysis device. Natasha and him fought on the ground and she finally got her leg around his neck, trying to pin him down. His arms were still free, which he used to both fight her, and try to grab the device. 

Steve's paralysis seemed to wear off quicker and he stumbled to Elizabeth's side. "Hey? Doll?" Her eyes fluttered open. 

"Get her out of here Steve." Natasha yelled. "Go!" 

Steve struggled, pulling her into his arms. He wasn't in a good condition, as he tried to get away. And then he seized up again, this time falling so that Elizabeth was trapped under him. 

Rumlow staggered to his feet, approaching Steve and Elizabeth, but he didn't make it far when an arrow hit him in the back. Rumlow cried out, falling to his knees and Clint hopped down from his tree. 

Rumlow clicked the short term paralysis but Clint just smirked. "Sorry, but your tool doesn't work on the hearing impaired." He kicked it out of his hands, stepping on his chest, pointing an arrow in his face. "You know, usually this is the part where Cap tells me to spare your life. But, I'm in a really bad mood, as I have been for the past four and a half years. So you get the longed privilege of saying a few words before I kill you." 

Rumlow grunted out, "You talk to much." 

A gunshot rang out, hitting Clint in the back. Rumlow turned in time, the arrow grazing his neck instead of killing him. 

More gunshots rang out, a second hitting Clint near the neck, but the third hit Pietro instead. "Clint!" Pietro shouted, trying to stop the bleeding. Rumlow struggled and then staggered over to Steve, Nat, Clint, and Pietro, shoving a pill into each of their mouths and they all dropped, unconscious. 

Jackson approached and Rumlow and him dragged Elizabeth out. Rumlow got her on her feet. "Are you happy? Did you get what you wanted?" He lifted his gun and hit her across the face and everything went black. 

Now she was in the cell again, but Lucinda suddenly rushed in. "Elizabeth, where are the pictures?" 

Looking confused, Elizabeth held up the polaroid and the other photo. Lucinda took them and put them in the drawer, grabbing Elizabeth's hand, "Hurry!" 

Elizabeth stumbled, letting her mother drag her to another room. Elizabeth dug her feet in, seeing the machine. "No! I'm not going in that!" 

"Brock!" Lucinda shouted desperately. The two Rumlow brothers man-handled Elizabeth into the machine. 

Bucky suddenly hopped up and ran out of the room. Penny wished that she could've followed, burying her head into Steve's shoulder instead as Elizabeth's screams filled the room once more. 

Elizabeth and Trang were walking down a sidewalk, Ghaida on the other side of Trang. Trang caught sight of something on a billboard and started grinning, wildly. 

"What?" Elizabeth asked, craning her neck to see the board and caught a glimpse of it before it changed. Ghaida and Trang exchanged an anxious look as Elizabeth asked, "Whose Tony Stark?" 

"Nobody." Trang and Ghaida answered together. 

Elizabeth nodded her head, "Right. . ." 

They went into the library and Elizabeth went up to the front desk. "You do it." Ghaida muttered. 

"Why me?" Trang complained. "I don't want to do it anymore." 

"Because I don't either." Ghaida grumbled. 

"Do what?" Vi asked, coming up behind them with Katya and Ahni in tow. 

"Elizabeth saw the name Tony Stark. . . again." Trang sighed. 

"Which was your fault probably." Katya snickered. 

"She's seen the name sixty- seven times this week." Vi rolled her eyes. "He's literally coming here. Just leave her be until he's gone. You'll just have to give her the pill thirty minutes from now again." 

They all clammed up as Elizabeth came over and started homework. 

The memory changed so that it was Trang and Elizabeth in an auditorium. Trang looked like a little kid inside a free candy shop, watching Tony Stark walk on stage. Elizabeth on the other hand, looked like she was falling asleep. 

Suddenly, the doors opened and kids started spilling out and Elizabeth jerked. "Is it over?" 

"Sadly." Trang said, standing up and stretching. 

"Thank God, I've never been more bored than when I was sitting in for that stupid philosophy exam." 

Trang shot her an annoyed look. "It's just cause you're not an engineer. You wouldn't understand it." 

"Why do you like him?" Elizabeth asked, grabbing her backpack and cracking her neck. 

"He's intelligent! And handsome." Trang grinned. "I mean, look at him. He's got great hands." 

Elizabeth just stared at Trang like she had two heads, "Hands?" 

"Well what do you like about a guy?" Trang asked defensively. "I've never seen you gush about a guy once."

Elizabeth was silent for a moment. "I don't really care how they look or what they have. I just want to be treated right. Like. . . I'm worth something. All of these guys here on campus are just idiots with no experience." 

"So daddy issues. You'd love Tony." Trang grinned and then that smile faded as she caught sight of Lucinda standing on the sidewalk on the other side of the street. 

"Mom?" Elizabeth asked, confused, "What are you doing here?" 

"I needed to talk to Trang." Lucinda said sweetly while Trang stared at her feet. "It'll only be a second. You can wait, if you'd like." 

Elizabeth stood to the side while Lucinda and Trang stepped away. Lucinda's face was kind but her words were harsh. "Having fun Trang?" 

"I- she- I-" Trang stuttered. 

Lucinda held her hand out, which contained a memory pill. "I could kill you. I'm angry enough to do so." Trang paled drastically, taking a step back. "Or you can take this pill." Trang's face became wary. "Trang, I know how much you admire Stark. If you bring my daughter to his stuff and I have to make her forget, then you get to forget as well." 

Trang reached out and took the pill, putting it in her mouth. She collapsed and Elizabeth rushed over, "Trang?!" 

Now, Elizabeth was in a car. Violetta was driving it across a bridge with Katya in the backseat. Elizabeth had her hands pressed to the sides, looking terrified at Violetta's driving. 

"Where the hell did you learn to fight like that?" Katya demanded. 

"Red Room. Italy." Vi said, weaving in and out of the cars. "Are they still following us?" 

Katya and Elizabeth both looked behind and through the windshield, they saw the aliens running through the cars as well. "Yes!" Elizabeth shouted, "What they hell are they?" 

"Aliens." Violetta answered, cursing as the traffic started to jam. "We might have to run on foot. Do you have a handgun?" 

"What?" Elizabeth asked in shock. 

The car was suddenly rammed from the side and all three of them screamed as the car went over the side of the bridge, plunging into the water below. Elizabeth shot her hands out and they all went quiet as a bubble surrounded them. 

"So." Katya finally said as they just sat there. "Wanna tell us when you got the ability to control water?" 

"I have no idea." Elizabeth whispered. 

The memory changed, this time the three girls were sitting in a Barnes and Noble, drinking Starbucks coffee and had psychology books on the table in front of them. 

"So you're telling me having superpowers is normal now?" Elizabeth asked skeptically. "That there are whole groups of them, and there are other planets besides the eight we learn in first grade? And all the while my so called friends shoved memory forgetting pills down my throat." 

"Yeah. Pretty much."  Katya sighed. 

"Look." Vi said. "I'm sorry. I figured they weren't really doing anything and it all seemed harmless enough. But it's gone to far. You're an adult now and your mom can't continue to make decisions for you. I got rid of my pills. I'm done." 

"Me too." Kat whispered. 

Elizabeth sighed, "So what now?" 

"We become superheroes, I thought that was obvious." Katya rolled her eyes. 

Violetta snorted, "Yeah right. I'm more of a villain." 

Kat frowned. "I don't get it. You've got fancy water powers, you can take people down with a wooden stick, and I can shoot a bow. And you don't think we have a chance of doing some good? We don't have to do large scale things. We can just do small things- like Spider-man." 

"I don't understand the reference." Elizabeth muttered. 

Vi huffed. "You don't know what I had to do, who I had to kill. I'm not cut out for hero work." 

It was silent after that and the memory fizzled away. 

Elizabeth was walking along a lake line by herself. She seemed lost in thought until she came upon a small shack that was sitting on the edge above the water. The roof had caved in and one of the windows was shattered. 

She hopped up the stairs and looked around, peeking her head inside. She stepped into the building and saw the hole in the floor. Everything around her was moldy and dusty and she winced a little. She poked around, finding small trinkets like seashells and what not, before looking down in the hole. 

She reached in and pulled out the trident, which was gleaming. It was silver in colour and seemed untainted by the surroundings. "What in the world?" She whispered. 

"I was wondering when you'd find that." A voice behind her said. 

She spun around, piercing the man behind her. But as he was a ghost, it went straight through him. He was a man who would've come up to Steve's shoulder. He had white hair and wore glasses on his nose. He wore a green sweater and tan jeans. He also had a huge white mustache and a big grin on his face. 

"Careful, careful. You'd hate to do that to a real person." The man chuckled. 

"Who are you?" Elizabeth asked, "What are you?" 

"A ghost. Sorry for scaring you. Sometimes I forget that you forget you can see us." The man chuckled. 

"Right." Elizabeth murmured, stepping backwards, flipping the trident in her hands. "I don't understand." 

"No, but you've got a friend who does." The man said. 

Elizabeth glanced up but he was already fading away. 

In the next memory, Elizabeth was striding after Trang, who was hurrying through the hallways of a large mansion. Trang stormed out into the backyard, which was huge and stretched for miles. Trang spun on her heel, "Elizabeth, I want nothing to do with this!" 

"Trang, please." Elizabeth sighed. "You're the only one I can trust with this." 

"Do you even know what your mom is going to do to me if she finds out?" Trang hissed, looking around. "She is going to kill me in my sleep! And that's not a joke!" 

"Hey E!" Vi shouted from the house and both Trang and Elizabeth turned to see the Italian hanging out the window. "Come see what I found." 

"No! Hey!" Trang shouted as Elizabeth used water to catapult herself up and into the room with Violetta. Clearly, it was Trang's bedroom and the walls were plastered with all sorts of posters of Iron Man and Tony Stark. 

Elizabeth looked around, "So Trang has a celebrity crush?" 

"Oh my God, this is so humiliating." Trang moaned, putting her hands over her face while Tony chuckled at her. 

"Oh, that's nothing new." Vi waved it away and went over to where there was a lamp. "And if I turn it this way and punch in a code. . ." 

"You can't just mess around in my room!" Trang yelped, bursting into the room, followed by Katya. It was to late though, the floor opening up to show a slide. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "Impressive." 

"God." Trang hissed, going over and pressing something. "I need to delete the footage, then re-edit it, you make my life so difficult Vi!" 

Vi hopped down the slide. After a few seconds, Elizabeth followed. 

They were thrown out into a huge lab which looked like any engineering kids dream. Penny didn't know what more than half the stuff in the lab was but Tony's eyes were wide. "Can I come visit?" Tony gasped. 

Trang giggled then, "You know you could build this yourself." 

"Yeah, but yours looks like more fun." Tony whined. 

"What is all this stuff?" Elizabeth asked, putting the trident down on an abandoned table. 

"Engineering things, clearly." Violetta said as Trang and Katya joined them. 

"Just don't touch anything." Trang growled, stalking through the room. 

"To late." Violetta said, opening up the a door which slid open, revealing the Iron Woman suit. Tony actually stood up and Trang put a hand over her face in embarrassment. Tony turned to Trang, "It doesn't look like this anymore. This is more high tech than mine!" 

"What is that?" Elizabeth asked, gaping. 

"An Iron Man suit." Katya answered, also looking shocked, "When did you build this? This looks cooler than the original one." 

"Miss Nyguen built it when she was catorce y medio." L.I.T.Z.Y. said over the intercom.  [Fourteen and a half]

Elizabeth jumped and looked around warily. "Who was that?" 

"Fourteen?" Vi asked, looking impressed. 

"I started it when I was Fourteen." Trang corrected. "I didn't finish it until after I was fifteen." 

"Still, impressive." Katya said. "What does it do?" 

"It flies and shoots, that's all we need it to do, right?" Violetta asked scathingly, hopping up on a counter to sit down. 

"I'm not joining your little superhero thing." Trang snapped. "I'm not that brave, yeesh." 

"Yeah well, I didn't kill two thousand people before the age of thirteen to become a superhero either." Violetta snapped back, "Yet, here we are." 

"Elizabeth?" Katya asked because she was looking at the wall, lost in thought. "What's wrong?" 

Elizabeth glanced away and stared directly at Trang. "Guess I'm just wondering what I don't know about Ghaida and Ahni too. I mean, what's next? Does Ahni have super strength or something? Is Ghaida an assassin warrior too?" 

Trang sighed, "E. . . It was never about hurting you or keeping anything from you. Do you even know how powerful your mother is? She has top contacts around the world. Presidents, Prime Ministers, Dictators, Generals. She even has first name basis with Nick Fury of frigging S.H.I.E.L.D. I wouldn't be surprised if she knew leaders of planets. When she tells us to do something, no matter what, we did  it. And so did you, so don't act like it was just us." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Elizabeth asked defensively. 

Trang just shook her head. "You're just lucky. Cause you get to forget all the terrible shit you do. I have to live with it." 

Trang pushed away, storming through another door. Elizabeth glanced over at Vi and Kat. 

"She's got a point." Vi muttered. "I'd like to forget too. Start over with a clean slate. Not always have two thousand lives on my conscious. But we can't." 

"Well I'd like to remember." Elizabeth muttered. 

"I don't need a test to know that your weapon is made of Vibranium." Trang came back out of the room, restarting a different conversation. "It's blatantly obvious." 

"What's Vibranium?" Elizabeth asked. 

"A metal that can only be found one place on Earth: Wakanda. I'm not sure why guards haven't been sent after you to retrieve it." 

"I found it in an abandoned fishing shack." Elizabeth replied sarcastically. "Pretty sure they could've found it by now if they wanted it." 

"Or they can't touch it." Trang said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I've seen the videos. Anyone else who tries picking that up gets turned into ice. Except you." 

"Well I'm made of ice." Elizabeth said. "Maybe that's what it is." 

"Of course it is." Trang replied, rolling her eyes.

The memory faded and fizzled. 

They were back in Trang's lab and Trang had boxes set up. 

"You made this for us?" Elizabeth asked, taking the lid off of hers. She pulled out a uniform, along with several golden shurikens. 

"Figured I might as well put my genius to good use and protect you lot." Trang said. "But I'm having a lot of fun designing Katya's arrow heads." 

Katya grinned at all the labels on hers. 

"So, you ready for that trip to Hong Kong?" Trang asked Elizabeth. 

She shrugged, "I guess. I'm honestly surprised moms' even letting me go at this point. But, who knows, maybe it'll be fun." 

In the next memory, she was in a restaurant with the rest of the class. Elijah came over, speaking in fluent Chinese for their orders, before grinning and asking them again in perfect English. 

Elizabeth kept looking at him out of the corner of her eye and getting easily flustered when he spoke to her, even if it was just about the order. 

The next memory showed Elizabeth in her Frozaline outfit, standing ontop of a dome. Looking inside was a giant with indigo coloured skin. When he bared his teeth, each of his canine ones had a different coloured gem imbedded in them. 

"What'cha doing?" A voice came from behind Elizabeth. 

She spun around, her trident inches from Elijah's neck. He was wearing his own superhero outfit, but he wasn't wearing a mask. Elijah raised an eyebrow. "Are all Americans so unfriendly." 

"Only when we're snuck up on." Elizabeth snapped. "What the hell is wrong with you?" 

"I wasn't exactly quiet." Elijah started to smile. 

Elizabeth glared at him and moved away, opening up the top to the dome. Elijah followed her silently and Elizabeth seemed to ignore him. 

The memory faded once more and now Elizabeth was walking down the street of Hong Kong, until Elijah popped out of the alleyway of the restaurant he worked at. He leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed and said, "Hey Frozaline." 

Elizabeth glared at him, looking around, and hurried after him. "What's wrong with you?" She hissed. 

"Why are you acting like you're in a comic book?" Elijah asked, smirking. "Masks and stuff? Hiding your identity. Nobody does that anymore. It's all about the fame with superhero work. Iron Man. Tony Stark. Captain America. Steve Rogers." 

"Right, well maybe you do it for fame, but I just want to help." Elizabeth snapped. "And maybe if I knew who those people were, I could agree with you." 

"Anyone ever tell you that you're aggressive?" Elijah questioned. "You don't know Hong Kong like I do. I'm just offering help." 

"Well I like flying solo." Elizabeth said, turning around. Elijah reached out, grabbing her arm and as their skin touched, Elijah dropped to his knee, his hand flying to his chest. 

Elizabeth rolled her sleeve up to see the bright red bird sitting there, her face turning to concern. "I- I'm sorry." 

"It's alright." Elijah said, pulling his shirt up to look at the two tattoos sitting there. A cheetah, and an Okapi. "Two?" 

"Yay." Elizabeth muttered. 

"Hey." Elijah said, getting to his feet. "C'mon, let me introduce you to the others." 

"Others?" Elizabeth asked, but took his hand gingerly, letting him lead her down the sidewalk. He took her to a club, which was full of Asian superheroes. Penny saw Josh in the background, doing his DJ work. 

"Lan! Mai! Hey!" Elijah called, leading Elizabeth over to where Lan and Mai were sitting with some others. Mai was sitting in the lap of some female superhero and Lan was lounging on a chair. 

"Sup fireball?" Lan asked, throwing playing cards down. "Whose the cutie?" 

"My soulmate. Elizabeth, meet my best friends, Lan and Mai. Lan is a shape shifter. Mai is an elemental, much like yourself." Elijah said, introducing them. 

"Nice to meet you." Elizabeth said, sitting next to Elijah, looking around. 

"My superhero name is the Galactic Magician." Lan said grandly, introducing himself. "But, my names can vary, depending on the animal I change into. Like The Quick Tiger or Lord Marvelous Fox or Macho Moth or-" 

"Butt-scratching Baboon?" Mai deadpanned and Elijah chuckled. Elizabeth actually smiled. 

"CHAN!" Another voice boomed out and a much older Wong appeared. "You know, as head of this precinct, you should have better control on the people here." 

"Sorry Wong." Elijah rolled his eyes. "But they have to use their powers at some point, this is our only safe place." 

"And I've told you time and time again that the Sanctorum-" Wong cut off sharply when his eyes landed on Elizabeth, becoming temporarily speechless. 

Elijah immediately said, "This is Elizabeth. She's my soulmate." 

"Ah." Wong nodded as Elizabeth stood up and they shook hands. 

"You can just call me E." Elizabeth said softly. "Everyone else does." 

"And you, are welcome at the Sanctorum whenever you want." Wong said quickly. "We have four bases and I can sense a strong magic about you. If you ever want to learn." 

"What!" Lan and Mai complained loudly. 

Elizabeth smiled a little. "Like Harry Potter?" 

Wong chuckled, "Only if you get Strange. His Severus Snape impression is on point. And his own soulmate calls him 'Harry' as a joke." 

Elizabeth grinned full out at that. 

"I'm heading to the Kamar-Taj Sanctorum tonight." Wong warned Elijah. "Keep them all out of trouble." 

"Yes sir." Elijah saluted him cheekily and Wong rolled his eyes, heading off. 

"You knew who she was the minute you saw her." Elijah accused Wong as the memory faded. 

"More like, I recognized her magical aurora." Wong sighed. "It's very strong." 

"I've never sensed it." Stephen replied, clearly agitated. 

"Yes, you have." Wong nodded. "You'll know you have when you feel it again." 

Now they were fighting inside the dome. Kalabihiti was the last one left and everything around the place was on fire. Elizabeth was doing her best to defend Mai, whose lightning had enveloped the indigo giant. Elijah was flying above, hovering. 

Mai grabbed Elizabeth's arm and the water she'd been using shot back into her body. Elizabeth's entire body started to seize up in a fiery pain as Mai channeled her water. Elijah swooped down, separating them just as Elizabeth's vision went black. 

The memories were very fast after that, the Ohioan group becoming closer and closer until they were nearly inseparable. The fighting and bickering that had been prominent in the beginning ceased. Elizabeth became much happier and not as suspicious of anyone. Her and Elijah were also very sweet to watch together. Especially their wedding. 

In between the missions that they did, the memories became musical and there were lots of them at the same club, on different nights, dancing. It was well done and everyone knew they were the superheroes, so they always wore masks. They were brilliant dancers and singers and almost always won first place by a landslide.

There were memories of her in Epcot where a superhero ball was going on. She was chatting animatedly, looking absolutely ecstatic to be talking to Frozone, while Elijah smirked by her side. 

And then lots of fighting and Elizabeth discovering the use of her powers. A fight where she was taken captive and brought to Australia, but the brother of the sister that kidnapped her helped her come free. 

Now, they were in their superhero uniforms again, back in Florida. A hurricane was brewing on the surface. Trang was in her Iron Woman suit, her and Elijah flying through the city. The others trying to get as many people to safety as they could. 

Elizabeth stood on the edge of the shore. This is War by Matthew Raetzel was playing in the air. Elizabeth braced herself on the rock, eyes closed and her hands pushed outwards. The hurricane couldn't get past her. The waves seemed to crash straight up against an invisible wall. Elizabeth's foot started to slip on the rock, but she didn't back down. 

The music was only in her head, as though putting a sound track on her memories. She suddenly leapt off the rock, using the water, pulling herself out over the water. People had stopped on the streets, watching her pull the water back, creating a funnel out on the water. 

She was controlling it and Elijah was hovering, watching her, a proud look on his face. Her body was trembling as the music hit a crescendo and then Mai was there, helping her. Elijah landed on the beach and put up a huge fire shield so that any water was evaporated almost instantly if it got near. 

Elizabeth and Mai forced the water into the ocean, before Elizabeth dived into the water. She pulled the water down with her, forcing it down, further and further until it reached a barrier that no human could pass through because it was to cold. But Elizabeth went through it as the music started to slow. 

Elizabeth stared around her in shock as huge Megs swam past her and other huge, extinct creatures. She dodged out of the way and pushed herself back through the barrier, sealing it permanently and then swam back up, popping up through the surface as the music came to an end. 

Then, Elizabeth was stepping through the doorway of a house. The decorations inside were oriental and something Middle Eastern. "Ghaida?" She called out but no one answered. 

She walked around until she found a room upstairs. Ghaida was laying in the middle of the floor, unconscious and unmoving. Elizabeth ran, skidding to her knees, shaking Ghaida. As she rolled over, they could all see that her wrists were cut and bleeding. 

"GHAIDA?" Elizabeth cried out, fingers trembling as she tried to find a pulse. Then her hand was fumbling for her phone. "I have an emergency-" The memory faded out. 

Ghaida looked away from everyone else, but Loki got up, putting his arms around her, pulling her into a hug and murmured something into her ear. 

Then the memories slowed up to show Elizabeth hiding, looking down upon her mother and father. Paul had aged well, but he was getting old now, somewhere in his late sixties, early seventies. 

"You used them on me." Paul said aggressively. "That man- Sebastian. You have been HYDRA all along? You had control of the Winter Soldier?" 

Lucinda sighed, looking down. "Paul, I was doing work for humanity-" 

"HYDRA forced that man to kill hundreds. And what about Elizabeth? My daughter? I always thought it was strange that you were taking her off to God- knows where, but I was glad the two of you were bonding. And she was so happy wherever she went. Did you force her to kill too? How many people did you make her kill?" 

"I wanted nothing, but her safety." Lucinda hissed. "James Barnes kept her plenty safe there-" 

"Until she ended up in a hospital, shot in the chest. And she doesn't remember any of it!" Paul roared. "You've done all of this behind my back Lucy!" 

"I was keeping you safe too!" Lucinda yelled back, tears in her eyes. "and our daughter-" 

"No. My daughter. She was never yours." Paul shook his head, pushing past her. "You were protecting yourself. You're done with her. Elizabeth deserves to know-" 

The gunshot rang out as Lucinda sobbed and Paul fell to his knees. "She's mine." Lucinda cried. Elizabeth jerked, stumbling to her feet and running. She dashed into her bedroom, tears streaming down her face as she shoved random things into her backpack. She grabbed the Penguin Pillow pet and then something silver off her dresser. 

She ran down the stairs and then cursed, turning. The silver ring bounced across the floor, rolling underneath the vent. 

"E?" Her mothers' voice called through the house. "Are you home?" 

Elizabeth threw the door open and skidded past her mom. 

"E?" 

"Stay away from me." Elizabeth gasped. 

Lucinda sighed, but started to chant. "Desire. Fragile. Nine. Midnight. Icebox. Thirteen. Sergeant. Swimming. Sixteen. Sebastian." 

Elizabeth froze, hand on the door. "Ready to comply." She whispered. 

Lucinda sighed. "Let go of the door handle." 

Elizabeth's hand fell. Her head was hanging, but Penny knew that she was faking it. 

"Just stand there for ten minutes." Lucinda sighed, moving out through the doorway. 

Elizabeth stood there, but not for ten minutes, soon dashing out the door. Lucinda called behind her, but Elizabeth shot upwards, using the water from the sewers. 

The memory faded until it was all of them in a car, weaving in and out of traffic. Violetta was leaning out the window, shooting at something behind them while Elizabeth tried to keep a water shield up around them. 

"WE'RE NOT GOING TO LOSE THEM IF YOU KEEP DRIVING LIKE A PUSSY!" Violetta shouted at Lan, who was behind the wheel. 

"YOU AMERICANS DRIVE ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD!" Lan shouted back. 

"I'M ITALIAN! FIGURE IT OUT!" Violetta shouted back, shooting. 

"Elizabeth, we need a plan." Trang said, holding her hands out against the seats, keeping herself steady. "I can maybe call in some drones, but-" 

"New York." Elizabeth ordered. "S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. We need to find Maria Hill, that is our only lead right now." 

"Elizabeth, they're on either side of us." Mai warned. Bullets shot through the car and they all hit the deck as the car went and was rammed towards the side. Ghaida flew forwards, smashing into the seat and fell, unconscious. Elijah pulled her into his arms, trying to provide care. 

"Elizabeth." Elijah whispered. Elizabeth looked at him and then nodded. 

"Hold them off." Elizabeth whispered. "Meet us in New York. Ahni, you need to take Ghaida." 

Ahni took Ghaida into her arms and they all left the car. Elijah set fire to the boys motorcycles and then started to hold them off. 

The memories faded again. Now, Elizabeth was standing with only Elijah and Katya in a room. Penny's father, Thor, and Loki were the only other three in the room. 

"Nelson, I told you to stay on that ship, no matter what." Fury said angrily. 

"Well then you need to do a better job of keeping my friends safe, or I'm going to do it for you." Elizabeth snapped, jabbing her finger at him. "And if you would just give me the information I need to find these HYDRA bases, then I can find Ahni, get back to the ship-" 

"And tell the Navy what?" Fury asked. "That you can magic yourself on and off the boat? There are HYDRA spies on that boat." 

"And you've turned me into a spy." Elizabeth snapped. "Which I've done in return for keeping my friends safe. You've failed. So don't be mad at me for failing to uphold my end after you failed to keep yours." 

It was silent for some time and then Loki stepped forwards, eyes twinkling with mischief. "If you pick that hammer up, I pledge my help." 

Elijah scoffed and Katya rolled her eyes. "C'mon, we'll get Trang to hack Starks' interface. This is no help." 

"Starks' interface is more secure than whatever you can throw at it." Thor rumbled.

"You would think considering Lucinda has turned Ahni into a super soldier, you'd be more apt to help." Katya said angrily. 

"Oh but they'd love another super soldier, wouldn't they." Elijah snarled. "Cause two just isn't enough."

"Can we go now?" Elizabeth's voice interrupted and they all looked over to see Elizabeth was annoyed- and holding Thor's hammer. "Here." She held it out towards Loki, who looked stunned. And then Loki swept into a bow. 

"Like I said, my Queen." 

"Knock it off brother." Thor said, seeming frustrated, taking the hammer from Elizabeth's hand. 

The next memory was of the Ohioans, Loki, Thor, and Clint heading into a HYDRA base. They could hear fighting up ahead and they readied themselves. But as they charged into the room, they were only met with Steve, Bucky, Natasha, and Sam. 

"Clint? Loki? What are you doing here?" Steve asked, looking between all of them while Elizabeth had frozen, staring at Bucky with wide eyes. "Who are they?" 

"We're looking for our friend." Mai interjected. "African America, female. Pretty tall. She was taken captive." 

"Not anymore." Bucky said. "They've turned her into a super soldier. Trigger words and everything. She's on a rampage." 

"Which direction?" Elizabeth asked, still unable to tear her eyes from Bucky. 

"That way." Sam answered, pointing. 

Elizabeth looked away finally and said, "We'll take it from here." 

"I think I'd like to know who you all are first." Steve frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. 

"Nobody." Elizabeth replied. 

Suddenly, shots rang out and Elizabeth's water shields went up immediately. "Elijah, Lan, Mai, take the flanks. Now. Vi, Kat, I need you two up high." They went running and soon enough, they had taken Ahni down. 

"Yeah." Bucky scoffed, "A bunch of nobodies." 

"I have to get back." Elizabeth ignored Bucky, turning to Elijah. "Tell Nick to protect you all better. Thanks." 

She shot up with the water, landing herself in the ocean and took off back to the ship. 

The memories after that were mostly about the ship and how eventually she took it down, letting the ship explode. 

Then, joining the Avengers. 

Elizabeth mostly avoided them, spending a lot of time in the vents. Particularly in the vent in Steve, Bucky, and Sams' room. 

"She remembered me." Bucky whispered. "She remembered me and I couldn't remember her." 

"That's why she was so withdrawn at first." Pietro murmured. 

Finally, Clint found her in the vents. This time, she was just in them, not overseeing any room. "Hey, what are you doing up here?" 

"I like it up here." Elizabeth whispered. 

"Yeah? Me too." Clint said, sitting next to her. They were silent for a long them before Clint said, "Did we piss you off somehow? We never see you?" 

"No." Elizabeth whispered. "I just have trust issues." 

Clint chuckled, "Yeah, I think we all do. You'll fit right in, in no time. Or at you upset about your soulmate being with the other girls?" 

"What? No." Elizabeth shook her head. "No, I said he could. But I just can't join in until I know I won't. . . get hurt." 

Clint nodded. "Yeah. I was the same way. So was Bucky. He could only be with Steve at first. Couldn't even really be with Sam. But he's pretty flirty now." 

Elizabeth nodded, eyes pricking with tears and she quickly looked away. "I noticed." 

"So, what do you like to do?" Clint questioned. 

Elizabeth looked at him, "I don't even know." 

Clint smiled sadly at that. "Want to shoot with me?" 

Elizabeth hesitated and then nodded. Clint took her down to the archery range with him. He taught her how to shoot and she was smiling in no time. And when she hit the middle, she actually turned around and kissed him on the cheek. 

Clint chuckled as the two of them walked out. "You're not a bad shot." 

"Thanks." Elizabeth said happily. "I'll see you later Clint." 

Clint grinned and said, "See you later little bird." 

Elizabeth was back in the vents, listening to them talk. "I don't know, I mean, she seems nice enough." Bucky was saying hesitantly. "But it's not like we know her." 

"She probably is dealing with memory issues like you Buck." Sam said gently. "If she had to deal with HYDRA." 

"Yeah, well, I just hope she isn't HYDRA." Bucky said and tears slid down Elizabeth's cheeks. "Maybe we could ask Wanda to search her mind." 

Elizabeth crawled away, sliding into her own bedroom. She sat on the bed, wrapping her arms around her legs, rocking back and forth. 

There was a knock on the door and she wiped her tears away. "Come in." 

It was Ghaida. The Indian girl just got on the bed and hugged her friend. Elizabeth burst into sobs, "He doesn't remember me!" 

"I know." Ghaida whispered. "It's okay Elizabeth." 

Elizabeth wiped her tears away, sniffling. "I don't know what to do. Every time I look at him. . . all I can remember is how much we loved each other. And It's not fair. I don't want to remember if he doesn't. I- And Elijah- how is it fair to Elijah? And it's so painful. Every time he looks at me there's nothing. Nothing. I- I don't- I can't." 

Ghaida hesitated and then held out her hand, which contained two pills. "Trang designed them especially for this since I've known for a little bit. She. . . she already took one so she forgets that you know Bucky. And I'll take one too so I forget too. And you can start over Elizabeth. You can learn to love him again, without the painful memories." 

Elizabeth picked up the pill and Ghaida continued, "You don't have to. It's your choice." And Ghaida took her own pill, falling unconscious. 

Elizabeth closed her eyes, crying again. She picked up the penguin pillow pet, hugging it to her chest. She raised the pill to her lips. "Sebastian." And she swallowed the pill. 

Penny saw how painful the next memories were. Elizabeth had done a complete one-eighty, becoming the radiant beam of sunshine that Penny had first known her as. She easily interacted with all of the others, becoming very close with Clint at first and then Sam. Her and Fury interacted together a lot as well. Then Loki and Thor along with Rhodey and Heimdall. Pietro and Steve and Bucky was some of the last ones. 

But there was nothing there between the two anymore. 

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relationship headcanon with Peter

Peter Maximoff\Quicksilver(X-Men) x reader

notes: I still have a strong hyperfixation on Peter, and I'm still stupidly in love with this mutant, I miss Peter in real life(

warning: bad english, silly fluff, mention of the reader being Xavier's adopted child (very briefly), possibly OOC Xavier lol, mention of movie plots (not too much), some mention of self-hatred (Peter), daddy Issues, mention of depressive episodes

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★ imagine that you met him when you pulled Eric out of the Pentagon (and imagine that Xavier is your adoptive father), well, he flirted with you a lot and persistently and, well, maybe Xavier wanted to kill him a little (?) (yes, in my headcanons Xavier this is exactly the kind of father, please don’t hit me)

★ but nevertheless, you decided to stay and not fly to Paris, or rather, it was your father who decided, he thought it was better to leave you with a teenage guy (SOS SOS NO BOYS ❗❗❗) than to put you in danger (especially considering that Eric is on board)

★ and you decided to hang out with Peter, like you were bored and he seemed like a nice guy and you both listened to Pink Floyd, so why not?

★ you hung out all day, and it was a great day, you did literally everything you could and perhaps also became a kleptomaniac (Peter seems to be a very bad influence on you)

★ you separated, but decided to continue communicating, although you were gradually moving away because of your studies, helping your father, etc., but for some reason you missed Peter, he seemed so familiar, it was so easy with him, and even despite the fact that he was always flirting (with everyone), he did not cross the boundaries and, in principle, seemed not tojust like all the other boys.

★ and then the apocalypse, Peter told you that he is Eric's son, and much more. so much has happened lately that you didn’t even understand when it all ended and when Peter decided to stay at school, but you were glad for this coincidence of circumstances.

★ you had time to catch up, which you were both very happy about, and Peter definitely fell first and harder.

★ he decided to hide it because, well, he’s clearly not in your league, you clearly could have someone better and cooler and more beautiful than him, Peter didn’t even understand why you were friends with him.

★ but you definitely fell in love with this gray-haired kleptomaniac, and unlike him, you didn’t think for a long time and almost immediately confessed your feelings to him. In general, it’s so banal, but you started dating.

★ uhh he is definitely a very gentle and sensitive lover, he is 100% master of all types of love, he will tell you forever about how much he loves you and how beautiful\handsome you are even if nothing has changed about you:

—god, baby! you are so beautiful\handsome today, you are simply beautiful\handsome!

—Peter, literally nothing has changed since last day.

—shh, it doesn’t matter, you’re always stunning.

★ baby, darling, ray of light, my love, etc. - absolutely all pet names Peter will use in relation to you.

★ he will hug you forever, like.. constantly, sometimes some mutants think that you have already grown together (children constantly shout “EWW”)

★ he will definitely buy you something (steal), like literally you just mentioned that you want (something) and the next second he’s standing there with it lol.

★ he is still a person with his own feelings and thoughts, so sometimes you have to calm him down from attacks of self-flagellation and self-hatred, you tell him that he is great, that he is the best person on earth, etc., and he will definitely cry.

★ continuing on this topic, he still has not told his father that he is his son, and he suffers greatly from this, either because of the all-consuming desire to say it or because of some subconscious resentment towards Eric. you will definitely support him in any case and listen to his thoughts on this matter.

★ he just lies his head on your lap and talks about his feelings and experiences, and you just stroke his head, combing his soft hair.

★ but don’t worry, this is not a one-sided game, he also supports you and will do everything (and when I say everything I mean ABSOLUTELY everything) to make you happy and if you need to distract you from all your worries.

★ if you have depressive episodes, he will do all the housework for you, clean, cook, even if he needs to take you to the bathroom and wash your hair, you are the best thing that has happened to him, a small thing can do this to you, regarding how much love there is you give it to him.

★ sometimes he thinks that he is unworthy of you and you always scold him (kindly) for these thoughts, because why does he even think so, he is the best boy on earth, this should not be in doubt.

★ you ship your fathers as a joke (SORRY—)

★ remembering Xavier by the way, at some point he accepted that you were together, although he still tries to take care of you (and it seems to you that he threatened Peter a couple of times, saying something like “if I hear even one bad thought about my child in your head..." )

★ btw, I have headcanons of Peter's jealousy.

★ almost every evening you have a kissing session while watching a movie, no matter what, after 5 minutes they will already forget about film.

★ dates in arcade machines are the best that could be, in principle, every date with Peter is the best that could be.

★ to summarize, Peter is the best (anyone doubted?), He is the best thing that could happen in this life. he's definitely 37637262726\10.

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god I love Peter, I want him in real life or his kinnie in my life (please if you are Peter's kinn text me—)

sorry if there are mistakes here, I wrote this very sleepy :(

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