Ivy jerked her eyes open, shooting her head around in a panic. Her eyes caught onto a hydra agent and something in her snapped. Breaking the restraints holding her back she lunged for his throat, her claws sliding out in the air.

The man ran out of the door. She landed roughly on a chair and snarled, pulling her claws out. She shot after him, dodging the few people in the halls. The man ran into the stairwell and she grew a twisted smirk, jumping over the railing. She timed it just right, landing directly on him.

She dug her claws into his chest and wagged her tail, so happy to hear his screams. He ran the tortures on her, his smile was burned in her head and haunted her nightmare.

The screams erased a good chunk of the fear.

The warm blood oozed out as she sunk her claws into his heart, it was so pleasing to watch the life drain. Someone grabbed her yanking her back, instinct shot out and she slit the jugular of her prey, quickly curling into a ball as she was lifted by the man.

He stared her in the eyes, a growl crawling up her chest. Of course she was smaller, in her natural state of being. The physical appearance of a child or pup. Hence the reaction to the scruff lift.

"Why the he-"

"Steve relax. He was hydra. Bring her back to the room." The red head sighed, passing her by. Ivy blinked at the woman and shifted into a cat, slipping from Steve's grip. She trotted after the woman and shifted back, gladly walking by her side with her ears back and her tail between her legs.

She instinctively grabbed a soft hold onto the woman's shirt as soon as they left the stairs and entered a room with a group of heroes. She was definitely smaller then she should be, appearing to be 12. A trait taught to her at Hydra.

"She is so cute! Are you sure she's hydr-" One woman stated. Ivy immediately lurched in anger, snarling before pain forced her to stop.

"What w- CLINT!" The woman behind her roared. Ivy hissed and ran to a corner, keeping out of the grasp of the man chasing her. She curled up as small as she could, baring her fangs at the people around her.

"Guys give her some room!" A man she recognized as Bruce Banner. She knew him! He was nice, he wasn't a threat.

"Clint, translate for the others. I saw her speaking ASL earlier." The red head growled. Ivy curled up tighter, hissing in her throat to get them to back up. They did thankfully.

"My name is Clint, can you speak?" A man stated. She shook her head and pushed back her hair, showing a survival scar running across her throat. She felt the air go thick, her hair sticking on end.

"We won't hurt you. Can you show us how you really look?" He seemed kind. They all did, nicer then hydra. Reluctantly she let her body go to its natural state. Scars literally covered her head to toe. Something caught her attention, causing her to stare at someone who walked in. The man looked at her and they both froze.

'BUCKY?!'

"IVY?!"