"You! I knew that this was a lie. This is some Hydra trick. I will deal with you once and for all. I will finally make sure that you can no longer torture me. And then, when you are dead, then the rest of your Hydra friends will follow. One at a time." (Y/n) hissed disdainfully, as she glared between Charles and the man that she had pinned to the wall. The thin blade slowly pushing its way into the old soldier's flesh. Bucky wincing, as he felt cold metal push its way into his warm flesh.

"(Y/n). Its not what you think. Please." Charles replied, his voice at once urgent yet still soft.

"I know exactly what this is..........you think that you can fool me. I know this.......I have seen it before; changing your faces to look like them. To try and convince me that they are bad, by twisting everything. But you made one mistake.........you left this..........this.........butcher, with his own face. And now I am going to do to him, what he did to me...........I am going to cut it off.............." (Y/n) spat. Her grip on Bucky's throat getting tighter; his own arm proving useless, as the blade that came from her hand sunk deeper and deeper into the sergeant's flesh.

"If you do this, you will be as bad as him................." Charles suddenly said. The blood now flowing steadily from Bucky's neck.

"You will be just like them..................." The professor added, as he moved to her side.

"This man.........this man is a victim, just like you. They........Hydra took him long before they took you. He was a sergeant in the army during the Second World War. James Buchanan Barnes, a young man that had his whole life ahead of him. They turned him into something that he should never have been. They made him into the Winter Soldier. Torturing him, erasing his mind. Sending him out to kill, to destroy. He is not that man anymore, he escaped them. He is no longer the Winter Soldier, is almost back to being the man he was; he is innocent. And if you kill him, it may make you feel better for a moment; but then you will realise that you have finally become what they wanted you to become. You will become what you never wanted to be............a killer of the innocent.................." Charles told her, as he slowly reached up and placed his hand on her arm. Silver tears rolling down her cheeks, as she looked to the man that she had pinned to the wall, whose blood was staining his shirt. His eyes wide, as they looked into hers. And even though they belonged to the man that had put her through so much, they were not the same. They were filled with............fear, they were filled with life........soul..........none of which had been there when he had been used to hurt her. (Y/n)'s grip suddenly loosening. Bucky falling, gasping for air as he hit the ground, Steve racing to his friend's side.

"Fine........but if I find out that you are lying, that............innocent, of yours, won't be the only one that finds out what I am capable of." The mutant told Charles, as she pulled her arm away from the professor. The long blade disappearing back into her hand, as she moved back to the bed and took a seat.

"Now..........how is it I can help you to destroy the people that destroyed me...............?"

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"You ok............?" Steve asked, as he, Bucky and the others watched the woman that sat in the other room with the two other mutants, Bruce and Tony. One of her hands holding that of the professor, while Logan showed her what he could do. A little chuckle leaving her lips, as she copied him; making his claws look like butterknives in comparison. It obvious that Bruce was completely in awe of her wonderful abilities, while Tony told her about how she could help, if she wanted to.

"I'm fine.........you should be in there with them. You should be talking to her, not just Stark.........." Bucky replied hoarsely, as he continued to watch the scene. His hand absentmindedly rubbing at his badly bruised throat. The now dried blood, turning brown on his flesh.

"Stark can handle this..........and I don't think that she would want to see me either at the moment, not now she has been informed that we are friends. Anyway, she is in the capable hands of Banner, and she is better off with the professor and Logan. She might feel safer with fellow mutants............."

"She'll come around, Bucky. And when she does, I'm sure that she'll want to speak to you again. She'll see that you both have something in common............"

"We have nothing in common!" Bucky exclaimed, as he turned and looked at Natasha.

"She isn't a killer.........if she was, I would be dead, no matter what the professor told her. She could have killed me before anyone could do anything. No, we have nothing on common, Nat. She is the innocent and I deserved everything she did to me. Tell me, if it had been you that I tortured; if it had been you that I broke and destroyed.........would you think that we had anything in common............or would you want to kill me like she did? No, Nat...........we have nothing in common..............." Bucky continued angrily, before storming out of the room.

"I'll go and talk to him..................."

"No, Nat...............leave him to me." Steve told her; giving the Widow a reassuring smile, before he left the room. Leaving Nat and the others to wonder what they hell they all should do next.

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"So...........what do you think................?" Tony asked, as he finished explaining about where they had found her, and about what she could do.

"Well, if all that means that I get to bring Hydra and anyone else down that would do to others what they did to me, then I'll help............." (Y/n) replied, as she turned to look at a smiling Charles.

"Perhaps experiment 472, came become the Sword of the Avengers............"