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Chapter I: Shadows of the past

tw: mention of torture, isolation, starvation, mental illness, abuse and wounds. angst.

The sterile corridors of the HYDRA base echoed with the sounds of distant machinery and the flickering fluorescent lights. Lola sat huddled in the corner of her cell, her body bruised and battered from the daily and relentless torture and experimentation. She had lost count of the months since she was first captured by the organization's ruthless agents.

The sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the corridor outside, sending a shiver down Lola's spine. She braced herself for another round of training or worse. But to her surprise, the heavy metal door of her cell suddenly blasted open, revealing two figures clad in sleek, high-tech armor.

Before Romanoff and Stark arrived at the HYDRA research and experimentation center, their mission had been straightforward: infiltrate the facility, gather intel on HYDRA's future plans, and dismantle their key bases.

As they breached the perimeter of the HYDRA facility, they quickly realized that something was amiss. Instead of encountering the heavily fortified stronghold they had expected, they found themselves facing what appeared to be a relatively nondescript research center.

"This doesn't add up," Natasha murmured, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.

Tony frowned behind the faceplate of his Iron Man suit, his mind racing through possible scenarios. "It's too quiet. HYDRA doesn't do quiet."

Their suspicions were confirmed as they encountered resistance from HYDRA guards and scientists within the facility. With efficiency, they fought their way through the opposition, determined to uncover the truth behind HYDRA's presence at the seemingly innocuous location.

Amidst the chaos of battle, Tony's keen intellect picked up on a subtle anomaly: a security camera feed that seemed to be recording footage of a hidden area within the laboratory.

"Nat, check this out.”, Tony called out, gesturing towards the monitor displaying the mysterious footage.

Natasha joined him, her eyes narrowing as she studied the feed. "A secret basement”, she remarked, her voice tinged with intrigue.

As Natasha and Tony descended into the depths of the laboratory, their senses on high alert for any potential threats, they stumbled upon a security cell hidden away in the shadows. Inside, they found a sight that chilled them to the core: a young girl, her form huddled in a corner, her eyes devoid of emotion.

She appeared to have endured unspeakable suffering, with bruises and wounds marring her delicate features. Dressed in a tattered hospital gown, she looked as though she hadn't slept or eaten in ages. Despite her ordeal, there was a sense of eerie calmness about her, as if she had resigned herself to her fate.

Natasha and Tony exchanged a glance, silently communicating their shock at the girl's serene demeanor. It was clear that the HYDRA scientists had subjected her to horrific experiments, stripping away her humanity in their relentless pursuit of power.

Without hesitation, Natasha stepped forward, her voice gentle yet firm. “We are getting you out of here." she said, her words echoing in the dimly lit cell. The girl's eyes flickered with a hint of recognition, but she remained silent, her gaze fixed on the floor.

Tony knelt beside her, his nonchalant heart aching at the sight of her suffering. “Don't be afraid, kid. We aren’t them,” he said, his voice tinged with compassion.

Slowly, hesitantly, the girl raised her head, meeting their gaze for the first time. As she doubtfully incorporated, Natasha and Tony saw a glimmer of hope flicker in her eyes—a spark of resilience amidst the darkness that had consumed her.

With a shared resolve, Natasha, and Tony set to work, dismantling the security measures that held the girl captive. As she incorporated and they guided her to safety.

A couple of hours later, Lola sat on the examination room, her eyes fixed on the window overlooking the S.H.I.E.L.D. compound. The room hummed with the soft whirring of futuristic equipment, monitors displaying vital signs and diagnostics as medics and healthcare specialists tended to her wounds. She was lost in her thoughts, her mind swirling with memories of her captivity and the horrors in comparison to the place she was right now.

Outside the room, Nick Fury, Tony, and Natasha gathered around a table piled with files retrieved from the HYDRA base. Agent Maria Hill stood nearby, her expression grave as she listened to their conversation. The atmosphere was tense, each of them grappling with the weight of the decision they were about to make.

Tony scanned through the files; his brow furrowed in concentration as he absorbed the details of Lola's abilities. “Her abilities are off the charts. Necromancy, umbra kinesis, reality deformation, energy absorption... She's the walking death.”, he remarked, his voice laced with awe.

Natasha nodded in agreement, her eyes flicking over the list of powers Lola possessed. “But she's just a kid, Tony. She didn't ask for any of this.” The redhead takes a moment, then proceeds: “Besides, I think the right training and treatment, she could be an invaluable asset to S.H.I.E.L.D., what do you guys think?” she suggests.

Fury's expression remained stoic. “She's also responsible for countless deaths while under HYDRA's control. We can't ignore that fact.”, he intervenes. "And what if she refuses to cooperate and becomes hostile?” he questioned, his voice judgmental.

Tony exchanged a glance with Natasha, their resolve unwavering. “Nah, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it," he replied carefree. "She was a victim, Fury. I’m with Romanoff on this one. The girl needs our help."

Fury shook his head in denial. “We don't know the full extent of her powers, or what she's capable of. If we bring her onto the team and she goes rogue…”

Natasha placed a hand on her superior’s shoulder, her expression determined. “We'll train her. We'll teach her how to control her abilities, how to use them for good. But we can't do it alone. We need to give her a chance, Fury. Otherwise, we're no better than the ones who exploited her.”

The man studied Natasha's unwavering gaze, a sense of resignation settling over him. He knew they were right—it was a risk they had to take. “Alright.”, he sighs out. “But she'll be under close watch at all times. We can't afford to let her slip through the cracks.”

With a shared understanding, the group turned their attention back to the files, their minds already racing with plans for Lola's future. Despite the risks and uncertainties ahead, they were united in their belief that everyone deserved a second chance.

After her examination, Lola remained seated by the window, her gaze fixed on the compound’s tranquil view. The room felt strangely quiet as Tony, Natasha, and Fury entered.

"Hey there," Tony began, his voice gentle as he approached her. "How are you holding up?"

Lola's response was slow to come, her voice barely above a whisper. "Reborn to die again," she murmured, her words weighted with sorrow.

Tony winced at her response, realizing the gravity of her situation. "Right, I forgot her file mentioned depression too, yikes," he muttered to Natasha, who shot him a stern look before turning her attention back to the black-haired girl.

"Hi, Lola," Natasha said softly, taking a seat beside her. "I'm Natasha, this is Tony and he’s our chief, Nick Fury. We just want to talk to you."

Lola's eyes flickered with recognition as she glanced at them, a shadow of resignation passing over her features. "I know who you are," she replied quietly. "You're HYDRA's enemy number one."

The three adults exchanged a glance, understanding the weight of Lola’s words. They had expected distrust, maybe even hostility, but her resigned acceptance caught them off guard.

"We won’t hurt you here,” Natasha reassured her, her voice steady. "We want to help you."

Lola’s obedient demeanor shifted suddenly, her expression clouding with anxiety. "You don't understand," she said, her voice trembling. “The pain and the death I carry with me… it's all my fault."

Fury stepped forward; his gaze steady as he met her eyes. "You were captured, Lola,” he said firmly. "You had no other choice."

Tony and Natasha nodded in agreement, their expressions sympathetic.

"We see great potential in you," Tony added, his tone earnest. "With the right guidance, you can use your powers for good."

But Lola shook her head, her doubts weighing heavily on her shoulders. "You don't get it," she whispered. "My abilities are a curse I can’t escape. All I do is consume and destroy lives.”

As she spoke, a sense of hopelessness settled over the room, casting a shadow over their attempts to reach her. Despite their best intentions, Lola's belief in her own inherent darkness seemed insurmountable. And as they looked at her, Tony, Natasha, and Fury knew that their task would be far from easy—but they were determined to try.

The two Avengers exchanged a meaningful glance, silently reaffirming their commitment to the teen’s well-being. "We're not just going to train you like HYDRA did," Natasha said, her voice carrying a note of promise. "We're going to help you find acceptance and a purpose in your powers. You’ll prove yourself, and the world, that your abilities can become a gift to help others.”

Lola listened intently, the weight of their words sinking in. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, a glimmer of hope flickered within her. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for her.

With a mixture of uncertainty and resolve, the girl nodded slowly. “Fine, I’ll try," she said quietly, her voice tinged with newfound determination.

Fury stepped forward; his gaze unwavering as he addressed Lola once more. “So kid, are you taking the offer?”

She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with doubts and fears. But then, she thought of her brother—her dear Martín, trapped in his wheelchair, his eyes filled with longing for a better world. And in that moment, she made her decision.

"Yes," she said, her voice steady. "I am.”

Tony couldn't resist adding a touch of levity to the moment. “HURRAY!”, he shouted. “But it's not like you had another option anyway," he quipped, earning himself a sharp slap on the back of the head from Natasha.

Lola couldn't help the corner of her lips to twitch into a faint smile. It was like a small glimmer of amusement breaking through the darkness that had clouded her heart for so long. Deep inside her, she felt the stirring of an old and long-lost emotion—hope.

As the days turned into weeks, and he weeks into months, Lola found herself immersed in a whirlwind of training, medical checkups, therapy sessions, and missions for S.H.I.E.L.D. With each passing day, she grew stronger, both physically and mentally, her once-darkened powers now tinged with a newfound confidence and control.

Under Natasha's watchful supervision and training, and the guidance of Tony, who became a father figure, Lola honed her skills and learned to harness her full potential for the greater good. She pushed herself to the limit, determined to prove to herself that she was more than the sum of her past mistakes.

Lola found solace in her newfound family. Even Fury, with his gruff exterior, became fond of her, offering support whenever she needed it.

The Avengers themselves, once distant enemies, became her closest friends. But amidst the newfound brightness of her life, she couldn't shake the lingering darkness that still clung to her powers.

Chapter I.I.

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