"Slowly. You don't have to move fast," said my physiotherapist as he followed me taking small steps along the rail. Some times, he would nodded his head in approval. "That's right. Good."

I grunted. "This makes me wish I'd never tried to ride that bike, ever," I mumbled. My breaths became shallow, as if I was panting for running a mile, but even though with only one leg malfunction, it was still hard to walk.

My physiotherapist laughed at my statement. "You sure? You didn't look like you are."

I chuckled, agreeing with him while taking one more step ahead with my hands holding the rails. "At least now I know how hard it is to ride that big motorcycle, isn't it? And what makes Dad doesn't feel like....riding it for a long time."

"Harley Davidson is heavy, Terri. Your body position while riding the motorcycle is also different than other regular bikes. You could hurt your back-"

"Yeah, it totally hurt my back," I cut him. "But I gotta say, those who can ride them for hours are tough."

My physiotherapist smirked. "They've had enough time riding and knowing the tricks of the motorcycle. And most of them have it for generations."

"You're right, you're right," I agreed with him as quickly as possible, suddenly felt so stupid for trying to ride the motorcycle without knowing anything about it. But, hey, I am young. I have a big curiosity over things I have never done. At least, now that I know how hard it is to ride Harley Davidson, I won't do it again in the future. Maybe. "I'll learn about it before hand before I ride it next time."

"Your father might not allow you to ride it again."

"Nah," I conveyed. "Dad might not allow me to ride his Harley Davidson, but I can ask him to buy another Harley Davidson so I can ride it." I smiled in triumphant with the thought.

"Whatever you say, Miss Stark," he backed up, losing the conversation already. "By the way, I hope you're doing good," he said after I took the second round. "Because I have other appointment with one of the agents. Lost both of his legs on a mission. Gotta train him to walk again with new prosthetic legs."

"Oh my God, that's very unfortunate. But sure," I said with delight because, as much as I love a companion, I love being here training to walk again alone rather than being watched by him and tells me how to walk. "I'm good." I smiled.

"You sure you're okay without me?" He looked at me with a slight guilty written on his face.

I let out a breathy chuckle and nodded my head. "I'm fine," I said with a drag. "I can call my friends to come here if they're free."

One of his eyebrows raised in curiosity. "You have friends?"

"I do," I squeaked. "Now don't make your patient wait for you. Someone who's lost both of his legs usually aren't in a good mood."

"Okay. I'll see you later," he said before turning around and headed for the door. "Don't forget to update me your progress."

"I will!" I yelled just before he disappeared behind the door. I let out a long sigh, quickly let myself fall onto the floor and sat there to catch up my breath. If I knew therapy was this hard, I wouldn't ask my doctor to take off the cast three days ago. Somehow, I guessed, walking with two crutchers and a casted leg were easier.

My forehead was sweating. Bids of sweats pouring down from my hairline like I was showering. My hair matted on my head. My t-shirt under the armpit was damp, the back was also wet. I started to smell sour and started to feel uncomfortable with myself after an hour of the therapy session. I looked around the room and felt as if I'm a loser because there was no one here. I don't know if they have other therapy rooms, but this room I'm in was literally empty even though it was full with workout equipment.

I took out my phone from my sweatpants, looking at the time. It was only nine fifteen. Natalie and Ryder won't have a break until ten so I have plenty of time to myself. But not long after that, I knew I had to clean myself first before meeting the couple, didn't want them to lost their appetite because of me. Especially Ryder who loves to eat.

So up I get - with a lot of hardships when I only had to use one leg to push and the other stretched straight - and hopped slowly to a wall where I put my crutchers and towel and water bottle. I was taking a drink when my father came in with a smile on his face. I am happy to see him happy, but right now, he's creeping me out.

"Good morning, darling," Dad greeted me as he walked into the therapy room with his hands inside his trousers, too cheerfully. "How's my daughter doing?"

"Morning." I nodded at him. "I'm okay. What's up?"

Dad's smile got bigger with the question. "How long have you stayed here?" he asked as an introduction before going deeper into the topic.

"Four, five days?" I answered him while looking at him suspiciously. "Why?"

"You must be boring, aren't you?"

I shrugged. "Well, not that much because I haven't discovered most of the buildings yet."

"Oh, for God's sake, Terri. Just say that you're bored. You're killing my mood," Dad stated with a roll of his eyes. His face slightly fell in annoyance, but not as much as when he was having a tension with the Accords. "Now ask me 'Why are you here, Dad?'" he ordered. "Come on!"

I couldn't help but to laugh. It was awkward and the first thing that came up to my mind was to reply, "Seriously?" But the look on Dad's face told me not to mess up with him, at the moment, because he, indeed, looked excited with the news he was going to tell.

So I go along with him.

"Why are you here, Dad?" I asked as I wiped my forehead and face, switching leg for one second before standing on my left leg once again.

"We're going to Berlin!" Dad cheered, smiling broadly, showing his perfect teeth. Even with his eyes twinkling with excitement, I still doubted him.

"Are you serious?" I gaped. I'm still excited though. As a family, we had been to Berlin twice and it was amazing.

"Now ask me, 'when?'"

"When?" I quickly said it.

"Now," Dad announced and that made me even more excited before I began to frown when I remember Natalie and Ryder.

"Now?" I asked him for confirmation. My eyebrows cocked.

"Yes, now." Dad turned and headed for the door to exit. "Go pack up for a few days - the least you can do the better! You can shop there later."

"What? Dad!" I called him which made him stop with only a few steps towards the door. With him talking too fast, I had a hard time to digest what was happening.

"Yes, honey, something's wrong?"

I frowned at first, looking down the floor to find the perfect sentence to speak up. Two seconds after that, I looked at my father still with a worry expression on my face. "But I have therapy sessions," I told him guiltily.

"Therapy sessions? When?"

"Everyday."

"Oh, right." Dad's face fell again. The excitement in his eyes faded as his gaze slowly fell and staring at something in distant. He looked worried, but he looked as if he didn't want to leave me here either. He wanted me to follow him, but at the same time, he wanted me to heal fast.

As he stood there, I watched him thinking of a plan. I knew it was a plan. Dad was a quick thinker and, as I stood there with my shaky leg - tired - I knew Dad would come up with a plan in just a matter of seconds. And I was right. While we both consumed the silence for a few good moments, Dad then spoke up. His face brightened once again. It was as if there was a light bulb twinkled above his head.

"I'll arrange your therapy session later, okay?" Dad started, in which I almost protested because I thought he was merely making me do it without reasons or back-up plans. And when he walked back to me: "I could bring your physiotherapist along, but we won't be sitting still in Berlin. We're going to have a lot of movements."

With the word "a lot of movements" a thought came to my mind and I quickly smiled. "Ha. Maybe with 'a lot of movements' I won't be needing therapy session anymore after Berlin, eh?"

Dad looked confused. "Could be. Isn't that better? You won't waste anymore of your time."

"Yeah. So are we leaving now?" I asked again, in case he changed his mind, although, knowing Dad, he wouldn't.

It took Dad a few seconds to reply my question after pondering what I was trying to say. "Yes, we are. The jet should be here in twenty minutes so I want you to be at the pad five minutes early."

"But I need to see my friends first," I told him.

"You have friends here?"

"Yeah? Ryder? The guy who helped me to get my breakfast a few days ago and he has a-"

"And he has a girlfriend. Okay, that Ryder." Dad nodded, understood. His face showed relaxation and relieved when I told him Ryder has a girlfriend. "Ten minutes," he said before he turned to leave.

"Fifteen!"

"Ten!" Dad was still on his decision. When I heard the door shut with a loud thud, I knew I had to hurry before the time was up. If I wasn't there when he's departing, the chance of me travelling again was very, very thin.

~•••~

This far, after almost a week of being in the Facilities - after going back and forth from Dad's suite to the therapy room, and from cafeteria to Dad's suite - I did not need the tracker any more. The route I'm taking was the same track every day - even though there were other tracks but ends up on the same point. For now, I didn't need that other tracks.

Since the therapy room and Dad's suite were nearer, I decided to clean myself first. And then I packed my clothes for three nights using a bag I found in Dad's room. After making sure everything I needed was packed except my laptop, I exited the suite and called a random agent I bumped into and asked him to help me take my bag up at the airport.

As soon as I reached the cafeteria, I looked up for the couple. With the big room full with people wearing the same uniform, it took me a while. But after a few minutes, I caught them talking at the table where we sat when I first got here - when I first met Natalie. I guess it's their place.

"Hello, guys!" I greeted, taking a seat on the bench in front of Natalie and Ryder. "Look, I can't be long. I have a plane to catch up in ten minutes."

"Wha- ten minutes? Where are you going?" Natalie asked. Both he and her boyfriend looked curious.

"Berlin." I smiled widely.

Natalie stared at me with wide eyes and mouth hung low. "You serious?"

"I am!" I nodded vigorously with excitement. "My dad, though. I assume he has works there. We're not going to Berlin for fun this time."

"How many times have you been to Berlin?" Ryder asked.

"Three including this one."

Ryder snorted. "Stark," he muttered. Meanwhile his girlfriend: "Oh my God, that's awesome! I've never been to Berlin at all, but I know it's nice there," she stated sadly.

"One day you will, Natalie," I encouraged the dark brown haired girl. "Well, I've got to go. Wish I could stay longer with you guys."

"Can you send me pictures?" Natalie sent a request before I got up.

The softness in her voice made it impossible for me resist. "I'll try. Dad said we will be moving a lot, though I don't know if he means indoor or outdoor."

"Okay." Natalie still cheered despite what I told her. "And be careful out there. Your leg's still...."

I chuckled, touched with her concerns towards me. "I will, don't you worry. You stay beautiful."

Natalie laughed shyly.

"See you later, Ryder," I said, smiling at him. "Take care of Natalie for me."

Ryder gave a his poker face. "I've been doing it even before you came here, kiddo."

~•••~

I hopped as quickly as I could towards the airport. Since it was a new place for me, it took a few minutes longer to reach there. I tried to show Dad that I'm tired and sick and hurt with the leg and crutchers and how hard it was to move with one leg malfunctioned; however, when I got into the plane, instead of being nice to me, he was being hot as in mad.

"You're five minutes late!" he scolded behind me as I took a seat on one of the expensive, comfy seat. I listened to the noise of his struggle to keep my walking stick behind my seat. "Five is not acceptable, Terri. Secretary Ross is expecting me to be there before four. I repeat, before four o'clock! Now we might be there at four!"

I kept quiet, shrinking in my seat while taking a look at the sky outside. We're still going up. I could see the clouds in weird angle. For me, 'before' or 'at' doesn't make any difference.

"Terri, Terri. When will you stop being troublesome," Dad muttered to himself. He sounded stress, disappointed as well. I wanted to defend myself, saying that I didn't know the cafeteria was quite far from the airport, but I kept quiet, didn't want to argue with my father.

So I continued to stare at the clouds outside, taking a picture when I remembered Natalie wanted it, though I was not sure if she meant the flying too. As I kept my thoughts to myself, Dad came up to my side, handing me a bottle of water and a wrap of something that smelled like chicken.

I looked up at Dad and the foods in his hand before taking them. "Thanks," I muttered, putting the water bottle on my lap and opened the aluminium wrap of the food. It revealed my favourite chicken salad wrap. "Ooh! Thanks, Dad!" I thanked him, this time aloud, where my happiness of getting foods that you didn't ask when you're hungry, took over.

In front of me, Dad only watched me eating without saying anything. Once I'm done eating, Dad said, "Happy?"

"Content!" I said with a big smile before burping. I smiled cheekily when Dad rolled his eyes and shook his head. He then got up, took a seat on the other seat on my right, but still facing me. "Hey, Dad. Why are we going to Berlin?"

"Why, honey? You didn't like it?" He looked at me without expecting anything.

I shrugged. "No, just asking. It feels weird, though."

"Why? Because your mother isn't here this time?" he asked as if he knew what I was feeling.

I didn't answer.

Dad turned to look out the window where I caught a glimpse of birds flying. I kept on looking at him until he spoke again. "I'm sorry you have to follow me, Terri. I just want you to be with me."

"No." I recoiled in confusion. "No, I'm not mad at you. It's not because of Mom either. I just want to know why we're suddenly going to Berlin. Is this about the Accords?"

Dad turned his head with a jolt. "Please don't mention it in front of Ross. This is not a sixteen-year-old business, okay?"

I nodded my head understood.

"It's about...." Dad paused as he scrolled and searched something through his phone, before he transferred it to a tablet on a small table in front of me.

I looked down at it with curiosity before picking it up with my free hand - the other was holding the food.

"....that," he finished his sentence, looking at me with a worried look.

I stopped eating right away. My full focus was on the tablet and the play playing on the screen.

It was a mess. There were cars crashing and exploding and shootings at every direction. The camera wasn't on point, hence, dizzying me. I was about to give up and about to ask my dad what was actually happening when I saw Captain Rogers and War Machine with two new people in suits - though the other one has only a metal arm.

I looked up at Dad. "Who are these people?" I asked, referring to the two new people.