When I came to, I was laying on a bed that was not in the room I was given. There was a tube sticking out of my right arm, my left arm had been completely ignored. Wanda might've done that. I tried to sit up and observe my surroundings- you know, the soldier coming out of me -when my head got dizzy and the world got brighter, so I went right back down to the bed. My other senses came back slowly, and the steady beeping of a machine next to me was now present in my mind. Well, it was better than memories.

I looked over to see what it was, and I recognized it from the lab after they gave me a new arm...after they gave me my mind curse...after they implanted those sick, twisted words into my skull. That machine was not welcome in my mind. Sure it was to monitor my heartbeat, but it was tied to a lot a baggage that I couldn't seem to shake off. The only happy related thing tied to that horrid machine was waking up here for the first time, and even then it wasn't the best awakening.

The door on the other side of the room suddenly opened, scaring me in the process. My heart rate sped up a bit, but when I saw that it was just Wanda, I felt so much better. Her eyes were sympathetic, as if she could sense my unease. She walked over to the left side of my bed, pulling up a chair from beside the wall and pulling it over to the bedside to sit.

"How are you feeling?" she asked simply, not wanting to overwhelm me right after waking up. I mustered up a small smile and cringed at the heart monitor. Did it get louder to remind me of it's unwanted presence? Wanda noticed this pretty quickly, and how I didn't like the monitor's loud beeping.

Before she could ask, I answered her first question. "I feel alright I guess. What happened exactly?" I asked her. This distracted her from the heart monitor questions...for now.

"Well, Bruce and Tony think that you might've had a panic attack like episode when you tried to remember some things Hydra doesn't exactly want you to remember. There was nothing else that could've provoked you," Wanda explained to me. I nodded silently, and didn't attempt to think again. It could lead to another fainting spell.

"So my name is Reyna-Rose. Is that pretty?" I asked, trying to talk about something to distract me from the beeping mechanism next to me. Wanda put on a little smile at my question.

"It is a beautiful name. So, what do you want to go by? Reyna? Rose? Reyna-Rose? Shadow still? I'm sorry if I'm overwhelming you, but if the team is going to meet you, then they should get used to a name you like being called," Wanda rambled. I laughed- actually laughed- at her ramblings and shook my head a bit.

I silence my laughs for a moment before answering. "I like all of the above really, but Reyna-Rose isn't very practical, Reyna might be shortened to Rey, I like Rose, and Shadow reminds me of my past so...Reyna?" I concluded. Wanda laughed at my own ramblings, and I joined her. It was such a strange feeling to be happy and to laugh. Maybe I could tie some happy memories to the heart monitor for once.

Our happiness and laughs were interrupted when the door opened again, this time revealing Mr. Stark. He looked neutral; not really happy I was in pain, but not very sad that I was in pain either. Tricky man, but I'd figure him out soon. Even if I didn't, the soldier instincts in me would make me.

"Sorry to interrupt your girl session, but I still very much need to talk to Miss Reyna-Rose-"

"Just Reyna," Wanda said, cutting the billionaire off. He stopped, raised his eyebrows and silently asked his fellow teammate, "Should I care?" Wanda just smirked and looked at me, and I joined in with a smirk.

Stark gave an over-dramatic sigh. "Fine, Reyna. I still need to talk to you about your file. FRIDAY still can't decode the scribbled out part, and I need to see if you can figure it out yourself." I must've looked worried, because he held his hands up in mock surrender. "I won't hurt you. Just need to make sure everything checks out."

Before I was able to answer him, Wanda stood and spoke for me. "How about we let her have a good-night's rest and then we'll ask her questions. But don't be too harsh."

"But she's been sleeping so much already!" Tony yelled like a toddler. It took a lot of willpower not to chuckle, because I need the respect of this man. One daring glare from Wanda made him drop his hands and let out a frustrated sigh. "Fine!" he exclaimed, before turning on his heel and leaving the room.

Once the door shut, Wanda and I burst into laughter. She doubled over and tried not to fall to the ground, while I made sure not to fall out of the bed. It was the happiest moment I've ever had, and I was sure I'd get many more of these if I were to stay here.

Stay. I wanted to stay here. These people (most of them) made me feel safe and somewhat at home...I didn't even know what "home" was. But I felt like this was it. At the beginning I didn't know what I wanted; I was never given a choice. But I was now, and I wanted to stay. Deep inside, I wondered if they'd want me too.

My laughter stopped and Wanda noticed. She grabbed my hand and I looked to her. "Are you okay Reyna?" she asked, her laughter stopped and tears wiped from her face. Now should I tell her?

"I want to stay," I mumbled quietly, but she heard. Gone was the happiness and laughter from Stark's child-like behavior, here was a sort of warm feeling coming from Wanda. She smiled warmly at me, and gave me some hope.

"Of course," she answered just as quietly. Now, she'd have to talk to the team, but it gave me hope that I would be able to stay here and not fend for myself on the streets, and end up getting back into Hydra.

Her response made me sit up and hug her quickly, and I was glad to feel her hug me back. "Thank you! I know it's not official but its always nice to have even a shred of hope," I said.

~~

Wanda led me back up to my room so I could get some sleep. It's weird: I've really only talked to three Avengers. I saw them all, but haven't talked to them, and a couple of them were on my floor. Well, the same floor I was on. I had no right to say 'my floor' when I didn't technically even live here. Hopefully that would change.

I walked over to my bed and saw something folded on top. Testing for explosives, I poked it with my crutch thing. Nothing happened, so I hobbled over to the pile and saw they were clothes. There was a small note on top.

"Hope these fit alright. I thought you might need something comfortable to sleep in tonight. Tomorrow I'll get you your own clothes

-Nat"

A smile spread across my face as I undressed out of my old Hydra prisoner clothes, and put on the silk pajama shorts and long sleeved shirt. My gloves stayed on, however, because I was scared someone would see my hand in the morning and call me out, then everyone would be scared of me and I'd have to crawl into a hole and die.

Maybe I'm being a bit dramatic.

Anyways, I finished getting my clothes on and I threw my old ones to a corner of the room. "Au revoir!" I yelled, a bit too loud, and laughed when my old rags landed in their little corner. I carefully propped my crutches on the little table and wall next to my bed, and flopped into bed. It was such a nice fluffy bed, and I felt as though I'd sink to the bottom. I wiggled my way into the covers and smelt the cleanliness radiating off of them. This entire thing was such a different feel to my old prison cell.

Sleep overcame me as soon as I got comfortable and closed my eyes. What came with it, however, was less welcomed.

Bright flashes of men in bloodied hospital gowns and masks surrounded me. Their faces were contorted into devilish eyes and smiles, spanning from ear to ear. They each had twisted and curved horns sprouting from their skulls, ending in a needle sharp point. Their teeth were pointier than that, blood covering the tips of them and dripping onto my body. Looking around for help, I realized I was in an all white room with no visible door or windows, and the only people here were the demons and myself.

Suddenly, one of the demons pulled out some strange looking tool, and it had spike and it looked as if it twisted. The demon moved around to my left side, and that's when I realized they were cutting my arm off. The moment it pierced the skin of my shoulder, I let out a horrific scream. The demons around me got blood splatter on their faces. It looked like red paint. They all laughed at me, drinking in the blood.

The pain in my arm intensified, and suddenly I was in a boxing ring with the Winter Soldier. He was in soldier mode, and I was laying on the ground. As I went to sit up, I realized I had no arm. Replacing my left and metal arm was a stream of blood. When I looked back over to the soldier, I saw him holding my flesh arm in his metal grip, most likely breaking the bones inside it. He stalked towards me, throwing the arm to the side, them picked me up with his metal arm by the throat. I couldn't breath, and I felt his flesh hand pulling me apart. I was screaming, but it did absolutely nothing.

I woke up with a start, and felt a person shaking me. On instinct, I gripped their throat with my metal arm, and their hands moved from my shoulders to my hand to try and pry it off. The absolute hatred I had for Hydra filled me, blinded me from what was going on, until I saw Wanda in my vision. I let go.

Tony Stark fell to the ground in a fit of coughs, his hands holding his throat as if mine were still there. He was in pajamas it seemed. So was Wanda. I looked into the darkness and made out Natasha and Clint as well, and saw Steve in the doorway. All eyes were on me.

My breathing was heavy, my body shaking as if I were being vibrated or something. Everything around me blurred with oncoming tears. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." I whispered over and over. I didn't even realized I was until Wanda sat next to me and rubbed my back.

"It's okay," she responded. I knew she was wrong. I nearly killed Tony Stark; nothing was okay. Others seemed to agree. It was Tony who spoke first.

"No...it's...not!" he forced out, his voice raspy and familiar to me. I wanted to be helpful and get him water, but my body was paralyzed with absolute pure fear. He continued on, "She nearly...murdered me...it's not safe...with her." That stung, but I most certainly deserved it, so I stayed quiet and looked at the floor.

Wanda, on the other hand, voiced her hurt. "Stop! She couldn't control it! We all saw she was clearly having a nightmare. She could've thought you were a threat! Right?" she asked me. But my gaze was now focused on my metal hand, still covered by my fraying gloves.

"I'm so sorry..." I whispered without looking up. In perfect honesty, I was scared to move. Especially my head. I was worried any move I'd make would cause one of them to fire a hole through my head. The worst part: I deserved it. "I'm so sorry..."

Wanda had enough of my apologizing. "Rey, you're okay. It's nobody's fault. You have no need to apologize to anyone more than you have," she said, rubbing my back more. It was calming, but I could still only feel those demons hands on me...the soldiers...suddenly I felt uncomfortable with her touching me and scurried backwards to the farther edge of my bed.

"Wanda, you have no right to defend her actions," Steve stepped in. He was wearing a gray shirt with blue sweatpants. I woke everyone up it seems. "She has to be held accountable to her actions. She nearly killed Tony that's not okay!" Steve yelled. I brought my hands up to my ears. I squeezed my eyes shut, and curled into myself. "She has to deal with consequences!"

That made my eyes snap open. Consequences. Punishment. Torture. No...no... "Please don't! I'm sorry I didn't...please don't send me back...don't hurt me please," I whimpered, gaining everyone's attention. My breathing started getting erratic, my heart was pounding in my chest. More and more memories of Hydra flashed into my head I couldn't handle it! The world was blurry, warm tears trickled down my cheeks before turning into a waterfall of saltiness. Everything was closing in around me. The world was squeezing me into a box. Can't breathe...

My body shook even harder now. I brought my knees to my chest and stuck my head between them, blocking the world out for just one second. I felt someone come and try to touch my knee, but I sprung up and out of the way. I was now up and stranding, looking around the room in panic. Steve had his shield in his hand. Nat had a gun safely stored in her thigh holster. Clint had a bow facing the ground with a quiver across his back. Tony now had the hand parts of his iron man suit on his own. Wanda had nothing, but she didn't need anything with her powers.

"Must...get...out..." I whimpered, before sprinting out of the room. I dodged everyone and their weapons, and sprinted out of there. There was a problem however: I didn't know where the hell to go from here. I had no clue where to go to leave. I decided to turn left and found myself in a room with couches and a table. There was a bar over by a balcony and some windows. I ran to the windows to see if I could jump out, but I couldn't even see the street. I backed up and ran into something. No, someone. I gasped and turned to find Steve there. I stepped back towards the window, and when I hit it with my back I slid down it and sat on the floor, crying into my lap. Everything was silent and still around me, to where I only heard my sobs. I wanted to stop, as the situation was pretty embarrassing, but I couldn't stifle my cries. This time when someone came up to me, I didn't push away. I felt Wanda's hand rub my arm.

"Reyna, you're okay. I promise," she whispered, and she drew me into a hug. I went in willingly, and sobbed into her shoulder. She got me to my feet and we stood and hugged for a while. I didn't want to face anyone, not after this. It was embarrassing. Another person came in, Nat perhaps, and we three walked back to my temporary room. There was no way now that they'd want me to stay.