~Everybody's damaged. It's just a question of how badly, and whether you're healing or still bleeding.

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three days had past since the incidence had happened between Steve and Betty. Everyone was on edge about it. Never had they encountered something like this. They wouldn't call her broken no, because they believed they could help her. Somehow. They called her damaged. Not broken but damaged.

Betty on the other hand. She called her self a monster, a toy, puppet. Most I'm importantly she called her self broken. Broken beyond repair. She knew no one could help her mend together. Fuse what she had left of herself.
Hydra had done a number on her. To many to count. Every single one haunts her.

Natasha's head was thinking, trying to figure out what to do next. Snapping out of a trance she had been in, Natasha looked to Steve and Tony. They were having a heated discussion that much everyone could tell. The look on Steve's face and the posture Tony had confirmed it.

Tony stormed out the room, never glancing at anyone and slammed the innocent door shut. Everyone tore their eyes away from the door Tony exited from, and looked to Steve. His face showed distress, lines dancing across his forehead showing he had done this too many times in his ageless life, long fingers placed apon them rubbing slightly.

Gliding towards Steve, Natasha had begun thinking. What had happened to Betty? Something so bad that she didn't even know who Steve was. She didn't trust her own brother. Natasha saw how it affected him, Steve always getting lost in thoughts. A distant look in his eyes. Memories no doubt running through his head. Re-living the good times when he had his sister and best friend.

"We'll figure something out Steve. I know we will" Natasha Started. Steve glancing back down at a worn photo in his delicate hands, careful not to put any tears into the precious paper. "I-I knew her for a while. I don't know how long but it was between a year and a year and a half. We didn't become friends but we became comfortable with each other's company." Steve looked over to Natasha again, now though, with softer sky blue eyes. His gaze drinking in her appearance, noticing how she showed the tiniest bit of sorrow. About to say something but she cut him off before he could do so.

"There was this other guy, but I never saw his face. The two of them had a bond no one could break. I don't even think they had realised they had it. When no guards or superiors were present, they would stand close. Never touching, but close enough to visibly ease at one anothers presents." She breathed, before taking a deep breath.

"Did you ever catch their names? It could be useful to find out what happened to her Natasha." Steve stepped closer to her, awaiting her response, eager for any helpful insight.

"No, we only got her name. Never his, the red room said it was not important, he was only there for back up. Should anything happen. They called her Sargent Hollow. Though everyone thought them as scary, we all wanted the bond. The relationship they had. It was breathtaking to watch them fight. They never hurt one another, it was more playful. Sending each other glares that didn't mean a thing. Small genuine smiles played on their faces. Eyes dancing and roaming over bodies to seem intimidating. When really it was just an act. It was like this was the only time they had fun. So they cherished every second of it."
Natasha finished. A slight glaze in her eyes, from thinking back to certain memories.

Steve stood there shocked. Sure She opened up to Steve a little about the red room. But never had Natasha opened up this much. Nor had she put so much emotion into her words. Her memories she liked to lock away, she seemed to keep these ones close to her. She had looked up to Betty for so long, only for her to be ripped away.

"Natasha, I had no idea. I'm sorry, I've been thinking about myself and not even thinking if anyone else had a past with her. Is that why you're so determined to help?" Steve rushed, finding the right words to phrase what the jumbled mess was going on in his head.

A small clank was heard over the speaker from Betty's room. Heads shot to the screen, where betty's room was plastered as if on display. There she was still where she had been cuffed before. Now only she had her head down, in her hands she held something that looked like a army tags. However, it was without the chain.

She looked at them confused but a glimpse of longing. Betty brung them as high as she could with the cuffs on her wrist. She twisted them in her hand. Before she spaced out she held them tight in her hand, it was like she thought she'd lose them.

As time passed everyone now around the monitor, the gaze Betty held hardened. A voliet glow engulfing her hands, spreading through her veins. Her once hazel eyes turned voliet and brown hair turned into a beautifully stunning turquoise. It shocked everyone.

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I felt something digging into my left breast. Pulling out what was giving me a slight discomfort, I noticed it was tags without their chain. The letters spelled out a name so foreign yet so familiar, a comforting sensation flowed through her. Sargent James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes. One o'seventh.

I stared at it intensively, trying to rack my brain for something to help me with this odd feeling. Feeling my gaze harden with frustration, I also felt something warm prickle my palms. Looking down I notice a violet glow illuminating my hand. The colour spreading through my veins, my eyes start to prick in a scratchy sensation making them slightly water. My once long brown hair, which I had braided into a plat, turned into a beautifully stunning turquoise.

My breath was taken away for a split second, before I wondered what was happening to me. I turned my hand over back and forth multiple times, but my hands were fine. What seemed to be a wisp of violet danced around my fingers. Going between them, circling them, before starting over again. I was intreged to what it was. How I got them. What could I do with them.

I couldn't think anymore, for my thought process was barged away. The loud bang of the porciline white door, swung open only to hit the wall beside it. It startled me to the point where the violet shimmer flung from my hand, into the wall in frount of where I sat. A light that not only blinded me but also the intruder a loud 'Bang' echoed the snow white walls, the intruder which I identified it to be a woman with lighter brown hair then me. Her eyes told me she had a plan. Her mind turning the coggs around the out comes and consequences of what her plan held.

I started to panic, more so that the glow kept coming from my hand and bounced of the walls. I tried to pull my trembling hands free from the cuffs. A almost inaudible groan escaped the wall where the chains are screwed in. Another tug and the chains come flying from behind me to infrount of me. I remember the woman from before, she's still standing there. Red mist erupts from her hands and creates this little bubble around me, protecting everything.

Starting to shake, I look to her. Her eyes still on my body, searching my face for an indicator where if I knew I was doing this. When she found none, she felt empathy. She too knew how it felt not being able to control powers you hold within you. A sigh persed through her full lips. Wanda didn't like to go through people's mind without their consent, but as of right now it was an emergency and she had to.

Going into Betty'smind was easy, yet going up against the walls built around her mind was another story. She couldn't get in, trying all the techniques she knew still wasn't enough to get through. Wanda was getting frustrated so she gave a powerful push and that's when she felt it. A pain, a hot white pain coursing through her head. Her mind. She then realised what was happening. It wasn't Wanda going into Betty's mind.

Betty was going through Wanda's mind. Pulling memories from so long ago, ones that we're sad, happy e.c.t. but she pulled the memory from when Pietro died. He was saving Clint and a little boy, when ultron unleashed thousands of bullets. He put a near by car in front of Clint and the kid but didn't have enough time to save him self. His last words to Clint were 'you didn't see that one coming'. A few tears leaped from Wandas vibrant green eyes.

All the memories resurfacing took a toll on Wanda and she dropped to the floor with a 'thump'. Unintentionally Betty swung the chain and hit Wanda over the head with it, putting Wanda out cold. Not a moment to spear Steve came barraling in, quickly to pick up Wanda and rush back out. The door shutting on the way out, no doubt someone had shut it.

The cell started to fill up with gas, and only when she was falling black clouds forming in her vision, did She notice it was sleeping gas. Thats when she fell to the floor unconscious.

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