I sit in the main room after a much needed shower, watching television when a tall man bursts through the door.

He has an eyepatch and clearly means business. When he spots me on the couch, his eyebrow quirks upwards with a tilt of his head before Tony enters, noticing the extra presence.

"Nick Fury, what an unpleasant surprise at 12 in the afternoon, here to ruin my good mood I presume?"

The tall man, I am guessing is Fury smiles while patting Tony on the shoulder,

"Just here to greet your newest recruit. Y/N Stark, it's a pleasure to finally meet you alive and well."

He extends a hand for me to shake which I cautiously do, nearly 100% positive this man is up to something. I just can't think of what it could possibly be.

"You as well."

With a smile and a nod, he gestures for Tony and I to follow him into the meeting room. Tony tells Friday to gather up the others to which they arrive in just a few minutes. Fury stands at the head of the long table with a file in his hands.

"Alright Fury, class is in session. What do you want." Tony's tone is clearly suspicious. When his eyes flicker to mine I can only tell that he has an idea that whatever Fury is about to say involves me.

"Thank you for asking Tony. Due to your newest recruit and how you managed to obtain her and regain her memories, thank you for the updates Tony by the way, you have pissed off a few people."

Everyone looks around and I notice Wanda staring at me. When I look back, she instantly turns away and focuses her attention back on Fury.

"My first guess is Hydra, they're mad we took their pet." Natasha speaks up and I scoff, glancing over at her from across the table, "I was no pet Romanoff."

"They kept you in a cage and fed you when they felt like it, only letting you out to play to train you. You were their pet, acceptance is the first step to recovery Stark." She fires back with a smug grin. I roll my eyes with a short laugh, noticing that Clint and Tony also seem amused at the banter between us.

"Thank you for the entertainment Romanoff, and yes, Hydra is definitely upset. And they're on the hunt."

"So we have to get them off Y/N's scent." Steve finally speaks up with his serious-captain-like tone.

"Why is it so important that they get me back?" I know that Lascombe was planning to use me for something but I was never fully sure of what it was. He never really told me. He would always just say the same as Strucker did, that I was special, that I was their greatest gift. Back then I used to think it was a compliment. Now I just realize that it was them telling me I was their greatest weapon to use, and they weren't done upgrading me to what they wanted.

"You're their key."

"Key to what, exactly?" So Wanda is choosing to speak instead of sitting in angry silence.

Fury looks over at her and smiles, "Well since their plan with you and your speedy brother didn't quite go as planned, they want their biggest weapon back."

I instantly stiffen hearing him bring up Pietro, I can feel my fists clenching and my jaw tighten. I force myself to stay calm so I don't scare anyone but I think Wanda already has that covered. The topic of her late brother immediately causes her eyes to turn red in anger.

"His name was Pietro."

Steve places a gentle and calming hand on her shoulder to pull her back. She looks down at her hands with a muttered apology and starts playing with her rings, something I have noticed she does when she's stressed or anxious. I almost want to say something to her but I figure now isn't the time given our argument earlier this morning. So I change pace.

"So they want me back. Do you have any leads?"

Fury nods in confirmation, sliding the file over to Steve who opens it to see a man with short dark hair pictured at the front.

"Rumlow..."

"He wants her, you guys took Hydra's favorite assets away during the battle with Ultron. And then took another just a few days ago. Rumlow has been spotted snooping around, raising some alarms lately, I'd say there's a good chance he's at the head of all this, Lascombe's biggest henchman. Has a pretty bloody track record. To say the least, they're coming for her."

"Well they're not getting her, sorry, hands off." Tony claps his hands and stands up.

"This was a great talk everyone but I have officially been sucked of all the joy I had in my body today so I'm going to go and see Pepper and check on the company, you all have fun. Fury, it was a pleasure seeing you again but unfortunately you're a buzzkill."

"Tony this is serious-" "No. You know what's serious? Getting my sister back after not seeing her for years. Actually, after being told she was dead. If they want her, I truly welcome them to try. But no one is laying a hand on her. Not unless they have a goddamn death wish."

And with that, he leaves. I sit in silence while everyone stares at me. What the hell am I supposed to say? So I settle with one thing,

"He gets the anger issues from Dad."

I notice Wanda cracking a smile at me before I stand up and excuse myself to my room. I pace around, thinking about what's about to happen. I knew this would come, I knew that they'd come looking for me, I mean how could I have been so stupid to think that I could just be safe and fine here? Everyone is about to put their lives on the line just to protect me but it's not fair to them, no one should have to risk their lives for me. I could disappear, that way I protect them from any harm that Hydra will cause them. I can't let Tony get hurt, or Nat, or Wanda or Steve or any of them. They've done enough for me with reuniting me with my only family left.

"Are you alright?"

The Sokovian accent takes me out of my racing thoughts. I stare at her and see her looking at my hands nervously. When I look down I see the blue radiating from them and try to shake it off, taking a deep breath as I continue to pace.

"They're coming for me and everyone is going to be in harm's way, just to protect me. It's ridiculous. I should just leave. I can't let anyone get hurt because of me."

"Don't put yourself in that position. You're one of us and we protect each other. We're a family."

I shake my head and grunt, feeling my eyes changing to blue the more anxious I get. I sigh and continue thinking about them, about Hydra and what they'll do the second they get me back.

"Please stop. I can't...I can't take anymore."

"It is necessary to gain your strength."

I can feel more electric currents surging through my veins. I scream in agony but they don't stop.

"Hey," A soothing voice pulls me from the nightmare. Wanda has a hand gently squeezing my arm and I look down at her and realize that I have lifted nearly every object in the room with my mind. She looks down at my hands still buzzing with blue energy and allows herself to slip her hands into my own. When she looks back up at me her face is soft and warm. The hand contact is enough to calm my nerves and I take a deep breath, watching everything smoothly land back in their original places.

"You're okay."

I look into her eyes, feeling my own return to their original shade and shake my head with an amused chuckle as I pull away from her, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"No, I'm not."

She follows suit and takes a spot right next to me, patiently waiting for me to explain. Instead of doing so, I of course pull the dick move to snap at her.

"Oh, you want me to actually speak my thoughts now? Are you over the whole reading my mind thing?"

Wanda sighs, glancing down at her rings as she starts to fiddle with them once again, I notice her closing her eyes tightly as she speaks.

"I'm sorry for that. You looked so riled up, and your thoughts were nearly screaming at me. I got concerned so I listened to them to see if I could help... Still, it was inappropriate and an invasion of your privacy so I do apologize. I never meant to upset you with it. I promise it won't happen again."

When she opens her eyes I can see them slightly glossed over with forming tears. She's being truthful, she does regret it. That, I believe. I know I can't stay mad at her for long, and I don't doubt that my thoughts were loud as hell. Loud enough to scare her. I grab her hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.

"It's alright. I understand. I overreacted a bit..."

She giggles and shakes her tears away, "we both did."

"I'd say, you looked like you were going to murder me."

Now she lets out an angelic laugh and I swear by it, it literally sounds like angels.

"I thought I was about to."

"Fair enough."

Our laughs start to die down and she tilts her head at me curiously.

"So, what is on your mind then?"

My mind goes back to the previous thoughts and I start to get anxious again, but she doesn't allow me to lose control because she starts rubbing those patterns on my hand again, like she did last night. I focus on that feeling, the warm one she's providing me with as I take in a breath.

"I-I can't go back there...What they did to me...I'm just scared."

I don't realize I'm crying until I feel the tears drip onto my hands. I keep seeing flashes of being there, being stuck in that cell, being tortured, the experiments...all of it.

"They wiped my memories, gave me all of these powers...if they get me back I guess I'm just scared of what else they can do, Strucker used to tell me there's so much more he has in store for me. If they get me back-" "They won't. We won't let that happen."

"You can't promise that. They're smart."

"Maybe, but we're smarter. And plus, we have a literal god on our side. And me. And you."

I manage to crack a smile and turn my head to look at her. She has on the most adoring smile, one that makes my chest tighten from a lack of oxygen that she ever so kindly decided to take away from me by looking that gorgeous.

"I don't want to be their weapon," I croak out before I release a terrified sob. She grabs me and pulls my head into her chest, speaking calming words to me as she rubs my back, allowing me to release my emotions. My body begins to shake and I can feel my power start to release itself when wind starts to pick up around us.

"Shhh, it's okay. I won't let them take you, okay?"

She pulls away and cradles my face in her hands, looking into my miserable eyes with that same adoring smile. She brushes the hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear before she places a soft kiss on my forehead, then back to looking into my eyes.

"They'll have to go through me before they land a hand on you."

The wind in the room dies down and she smiles brighter in pride of me for reining in my control. We move to lay on the bed and she opens her arms for me to lay on her. When my head rests on her chest, I feel her arm wrap around my back and start to trace her patterns again. It's so relaxing I start to feel my eyelids get heavy. She notices this and pulls a blanket over us, signaling that it's okay for me to sleep.

"Thank you. For being here."

"No thanks necessary. I want to be here for you."

That only makes more tears come out as I grip her side, pulling myself more into her, wanting to be as close as possible. I'm not one for being emotional or vulnerable, but at this moment I can't help it.

I feel safe with her, and when she says things like that, I believe her.