"Man, I really do feel like shit. "She said to no one in particular.

'That battle really did a number on me. To be completely honest I thought I would find myself in a coffin rather than waking up in the first place.'

Now you may be wondering why she would awake in a coffin because typically dead people occupy them rather than the living. So why was she expecting to awake in a coffin? She simply thought she would have died from the injuries she sustained in the war. I mean she was the only one fighting which in a direct way was her own fault. To be fair she also didn't want to exactly be alive right now either. But she lacked the courage to actually commit suicide even though in her past life she tried multiple times. Now, where was she going with this? Oh, right this led to her current predicament in which she found herself in, the avengers tower. How was that a problem? For one she felt guilty and multiple other emotions that led up to her departure with them. Two, she had left that world (Yes world) and was reincarnated into a different world in which she currently resided. So how were the avengers actually here in this world? She wouldn't even begin to understand.

Before you can continue on, you need to know her past and present which means we'll have to go back into her past life. So, get ready and buckle up for this rollercoaster of a ride we call life.

~Life One~

She didn't want a cliché tragic backstory but when did fate(s) care about her wants? She was just another screw in this world we called life. Just doing her job and nothing more. Yet trouble always came slithering her way at every chance it could get. Wanting to tighten its hold on her and never let go. Perhaps, it was a family curse that every relative has once dealt with. But she wouldn't know. How could she know? She could barely remember her parents' faces, let alone their voices. Oddly enough she had seen and heard her parents just a couple of minutes prior to this moment. At least, she thought it had been minutes. Then again everything was a constant blur and nothing was reliable. Only her thoughts were what she could trust. They kept her sane.

At this point, it was a miracle for her to still be even remotely alive in her cage. Her cell was wrapped in a blanket of darkness that she was used to by now having lived her whole life here. Sometimes she yearned for freedom. To explore the outside world, once again see the night sky and feel the grass and cement as she ran about. But alas this way of thinking was foolish. She knew she would never ever be able to escape the clutches of her parents.

As the days and months drew on, she grew tired. Tired in a way sleep couldn't fix. After years of killing thousands of innocent people who were deemed as targets by hydra, she couldn't help but feel tired. Although, she never really was taught emotions since hydra deemed those things as "weaknesses" that should perish. All she could do was guess what she felt. But guessing was enough, after all, it allowed for her to construe a plan to escape from the hydra facility she had been trapped in since her birth seven years ago.

It took her a long while but she finally managed to escape that wretched hellhole. She couldn't believe she was finally free, free to live a life of her own. 

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