The Team all arrived back at the compound, Thor and Bruce going their separate ways away from S.H.I.E.L.D for awhile as well as Clint retiring to spend time with his family. The Avengers had new recruits, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, James Rhodes, Sam Wilson and Vision.
They were to be trained by Steve and Natasha.

Then there Marina, a walking empty shell. Her soul was lost. She was a cold, introverted person who now struggled with words. She suffered with nightmares every night, developing Insomnia over time and having small episodes of amnesia where she would forget her own name and her purpose.

Everybody on the team would take shifts in making sure somebody was with her constantly. She was a hazard to herself and couldn't be left alone. Marina refrained from using her powers. They were a harsh reminder that she had the strength to save her sister, but she didn't.

It has been nearly three months since then, New Year's Eve was just one day away.

The Avengers compound was rather quite, the Team taking a day of as they lounged about in the gathering room on the sofas in front of the T.V. They were all conversing and socialising, but in the corner of the room, sat in a single Love chair with her knees brought up to her chest was Marina.

She was staring of into space, eyes in a daze as her purple t-shirt that was once Clint's hung of her shoulders since she lost a hefty amount of weight. Her fingers absentmindedly tugged at the material of the jogging bottoms she wore that were once Pietro's, the material sifts between the pads of her thumb and fore finger.

"Rina?" Pietro called her, using her nickname.

No answer.

"Marina?" Wanda tried, all the teams attention moving to her.

"Who is Marina?" She questioned, distant eyes moving to look at the twins and the others.

They all just sighed, Steve standing from his seat and padding over to the distraught girl. He just picked her up, moving her back over to the couches where they all were and sitting her on his lap once he sat himself. He placed a blanket around her frail and delicate frame, her shuddering coming to a minimal when he wrapped his arms around her frame.

This was nothing new, many of them had to do this once or twice a day, once a week of she was doing well. This was however the sixth time this week, and it was only Tuesday.
He hummed softly to her, pink eyes slowly sliding shut as she entered a slumber that was plagued with nightmares.

"We can't keep doing this" Stark whispered, eyeing her sympathetically.
"She doesn't deserve to suffer this much, we should get her to see someone" he stated.

"We can't, she has a fear of speaking now" Natasha replied.

"We will see how she goes with tomorrow's ball that Starks throwing for New Years, see if she can come out of her shell then." Steve informed, leaning back slowly to support the sleeping form atop of him.

"That would be what's best"

~Time skip~

The ball was in full swing, women dressed in gorgeous dresses and men wearing tuxedos. Tables filled with food and drinks were in the far corner of the room, an orchestra to one side and a bar at the other and finally a stage with massive, red, velvet curtains and grand piano situated in the middle of the stage. It was a change from Tony's usually rowdy and chaotic parties, but it was a nice change.

The team were scattered amongst the hall, the twins and Vision dancing, Steve, Sam and Natasha sat at the bar. Tony and Rhodes conversing with a larger group. Marina stood to one side in the corner of the hall, a champagne glass in hand that she absentmindedly twirled between her fingers and watched the blood red liquid slosh about.

She was absolutely stunning. Her pastel coloured hair left in soft waves with a head piece of top it of, a beige sleek dress that elegantly dropped down to her feet, concealing her beige heels.

Marina stared down into her drink, watching the light gleam in its reflection until she downed what was rest of it. She moved her gaze to the grand piano, thoughts rushing through her head until she decided on an idea.

She would play.