A/N: This chap might be a little dialogue heavy. This is due to the answers now being revealed and it's a lot.

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FLINCHLEY'S BROW ROSE, dumfounded by the news he has recently discovered. News was spreading like wildfire in just the small period since the reveal of L/N's status.

"This has to be a joke..."

Mirrocc sighed, shaking his head. "Unfortunately, not." He assuringly claimed. "He's been out there all this time..." He added.

Monveta stared at the floor, in awe. Thoughts running in his mind rapidly, stacking like a bunch of books continously. A moment of silence, occurring. Not awkward, not comfortable. A moment of thought before the tension was released.

"What do we do now?"  Asked Mirrocc.

Flinchley took a sharp intake of breath, slowly looking up at the L/N's clone.

"We move forward.. Scatter the bombs."

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A FLASHBACK entering Y/N's mind as he sat in a small room. The room was blank, two-way mirrors surrounding him as he slowly closed his eyes in reminisce.

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"S.H.I.E.L.D! STAND DOWN!" A familiar voice exclaimed.

Y/N's eyes widened, his body tensing. His back facing the rest. He brought his arms up slowly, interlocking his finger on the top of his mask, pulling it up. His right hand gripping his mask as he raised his arms in surrender.

He slowly turned around, his face covered in small amounts of bruises from the kick . As the light reflected on his face, he slowly shot his head up.

Revealing himself.

Small gasps could be heard even from the distance.

Fury stood there.... he just stood there.... speechless.

>>

When the flashback ended, he didn't even notice that his hands were curled up to a fist, slightly shaking from the tight grip. He was frustrated. His wrists close together, cuffed on top of the table.

The sound of the door opening snapped him out of his aggressive trance. He didn't bother to look up. Somehow the footsteps already gave him the answer on who entered. The matching pitch of light footsteps, indicating the person's build was not too big. The sound waves slightly high pitched, indicating they had slight small heels at the back foot.

His thoughts piecing the puzzle unconsciously, probably from too much detective work.

He came to a conclusion.

"What do you want, Romanoff?" He mused.

His head slowly shooting up. Nat's lips pursed together, slowly sitting down the spare chair. As she did so, her hands reaching for something making Y/N raise his eyebrow in curiosity. Once her hands were out of her pocket it revealed a small bottle, it rattled when she brought it out.

"Don't forget your pills." Nat reminded, sliding a glass of water.

Y/N scoffed.

"Aw-- You remembered.."

He'd always get migraines if he didn't take his meds.

"Of course I did." Nat remarked as Y/N, who was still cuffed, grabbed his needed pills. Leaning forward to take it. "Every morning on our two month stake out. Worst two months of my life."

"Two Months?" Questioned Y/N, wiping some water out of his mouth with his shoulder. He received a slow nod from Nat, making him huff. "How did I come out alive?"

They both lightly chuckled at the joke before it faded to an awkward silence. Very awkward silence. But a thought came across Y/N's mind as the time flew by.

"Are you not surprised?"

"Oh, I am." Natasha corrected, nodding her head slowly at Y/N as she watched him closely. "I was very shocked. But now that I think about it, I think you did what you thought was right."

Y/N raised an eyebrow at the last of her remarks. Gesturing her to continue.

"Things were getting hectic. I was an asshole to you--"

"It wasn't your fault, Nat." Y/N interrupted, making sure not to make the Romanoff feel anymore guilt. The frown on her face forced a tone of sympathy in Y/N's voice. He let out a small sigh. "I was just... exhausted. I took a break to get a life of my own. But I felt empty... I thought doing this would kinda refill... what was needed.."

"And it was a stupid decision." A voice chimed in causing both the L/N and Romanoff to turn their heads. Fury stood there in the corner, his arms crossed with his face plastered with disappointment. "You could be one-- Ah forget it! You will never listen anyway--"

"This was just a temporary thing--"

"Well, do you think the damage you caused will be temporary?"

"How is this my fault?" Y/N asked, his blood boiling from the frustration he was growing. "I was doing this because it seemed like none of you were doing anything! If you did do something, none of this would've happened! In fact, if I didn't do anything, things could've been worse! You don't even know jack shit about what's going on in the inside!"

"Yeah? Well so do you!"

"Well director, that's where you are wrong." Y/N answered back, no longer regretting any word that would come out of his mouth.

"Oh yeah? Well please, entertain us." Fury gestured. Earning a nonchalant shrug from Y/N.

"Let's start of with the Marionettist. He was named that due to his smart play. Well calculated, clever. Dr. Monveta was a harvard graduate. He has experience in the US Navy before being revoked from classified cases. Second founding member of the '8'--"

"We knew that--"

"I'm not done." Y/N interrupted, lifting a finger to silence Fury. Nick was taken back from this. " 'The Eight' was a former HYDRA coordinated division, focused on combat and training for the next generation of soldiers.  They slowly evolved into and independent program though, similar to the Red room." Y/N added, not noticing the tense state by Nat.

"They live by one rule and one rule only." L/N added.

"And what is the rule?"

"Death only exists on the enemy.." Y/N answered, his head looking down in... shame?

"And who was that guy... earlier?" Fury asked stepping closer in curiosity.

"Well, me... kinda. Genetically, anyway" Both Nat and Fury gave Y/N a questioning look, making him roll his eyes. ". After Steve's success with the super-soldier serum, Monveta and another person proposed to create a new weapon. The serum was a failed project in the past-- and still to this day, so they have tried various amounts of experimentation like brainwashing and--"

"So they used you for the weapon?"

"Why do you know so much?" Nat asked all the sudden, however not receiving the answer right away. She watched Y/N closely, his eyes slowly twitching at the thought. That was before he took a small breath, slowly looking at the two figures.

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A YOUNG Y/N screamed in pain.  His body laid flat on a metal table. The cold surface sending nervous shivers in his spine. His mouth muffled with every sound coming out due to some cover on his mouth. Unable to move due to the tightened grip of the cuffs.

Needles piercing in his skin, he could feel his blood tingle in a weird sensation.

It was not a good one.

"How dare you say 'no' to me...."

Mikael, the first founding member, walked up to the table, glaring daggers at his son. "I gave you a chance... to prove yourself for once in your fucking life.." He placed both palms flat on the edge, leaning forwards as he clenched his jaw in a taunting manner. But then, he started to chuckle. How psychotic. "Don't you worry. You will achieve greatness. Just.. not you necessarily."

He made a hand gesture Y/N wasn't able to recognize, Monveta walked up to the table. Smirking.

As that ugly smirk curled up to his lips, Y/N suddenly screamed in pain. His eyes watery. His young and under developed body not taking it well.

Flinchley nodded at Mikael.

"Commence Project: Mirrocc."

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"Wait, out of all people. Why did he choose you?"

"Well as much as I hate him, he must've seen at least a little something in me-- I don't know?  I'll give him that.. I guess." Y/N remarked.

Nat shrugged. "Well at least you didn't become a... psychopathic killer.. Technically?" But then a thought came into her mind. "Wait, if you already knew about that project, why didn't you act sooner?" Romanoff was still confused. Somethings just weren't adding up at the moment.

"I didn't act sooner because when my father died, I thought that all of this wouldn't go through... I was wrong. Had to learn the hard way."

"Well you just haven't learned enough.." Fury spoke, shaking his head in disappointment. "For the time being, your apartment is being searched as we speak. This might be the easiest way to gather the information that you have just--"

"Sir, we have found the files." A feminine voice spoke, sternly on the intercom.

"Alright, just set them down the table. I'll get to that in a second.."

"Yes, sir..."

Fury looked back at Y/N, his head hung low. His eyes shut in attempt to get rid of the stress and the unravelling of the truths.

So much happening in small amounts of time.

"Don't you even think of getting back out there, you have caused too much. We will take it from here." Fury nodded at Romanoff. "Keep a close eye on him."

"At least uncuff me. I mean no harm." Y/N requested, lifting both hand at once in gesture. Nick simply ignored him, making his way out.

Y/N released a sigh, earning a sympathetic look by Romanoff.

"Why are you so hard on yourself?" Romanoff asked, a soft tone which seemed to ease Y/N a bit.  He shrugged in response. No clue how to respond. But he squinted his eyes, slowly lifting his head.

"Did you hit yourself on the head?" Asked Y/N, earning a confused look by Nat. "If I remembered correctly, you were difficult on me last time we ever had contact. S-So why did you ask something silly like that."

"I know I was difficult and--"

"You were sorry." Y/N finished Nat's sentence. "I was there. The day I was buried. I saw you.. I saw it all, Nat." He leaned over the table. "But if we're being honest, Natalia. You're just doing this out of pity. And I don't like pity."

"But you need it, Y/N." Nat retorted, she leaned over the table in taunting manner. "You need the pity. You really do. Everywhere you go, you've always brought stupid with you. Tonight was just another on the list."

Y/N chuckled, pointing at her. "See? Look. You were never sorry. You don't even know your own emotions, Nat." He smashed his palms on the table, gritting his teeth as he let everything out. "This is why I'm hard on myself! No one every truly cares about me, Nat! I've tried everything. Therapy! Medicine! All this crime bullshit! But look! WHY THE FUCK AM I LIKE THIS, HUH!? WHY!?"

His voice was shaking, you could hear it. It all started to come to him. His eyes teary as he slowly sobbed. He started shaking his head.

"I'm scared, Nat. After what I just saw.... My own face.. My body.. Doing something I don't... Do you think that all still would've happened if I did accept my father's offer?"

"Don't. Don't even compare yourself to that."  Nat remarked, now in plans to comfort. "He may have the same face as you, he may have the same body as you, he may have the same blood as you. But he will never-- listen to me.. He will never ever be you, L/N."

"You are different, L/N. You yourself won't admit it but you are. Just show it." A sound of metal sliding confused Y/N. A hand above it before it lifted, revealing a key. "So go ahead. Show it. I'm no Fury but... I don't think you should be staying here too long."

Y/N raised an eyebrow as he held onto the key, twirling the small piece of metal with his two fingers. He looked back at Romanoff, who has already made her way to the door. She looked at the L/N, giving him a warm smile.

"You have a choice. Take it or leave it." She winked at Y/N in reassurance before making her way out.

As she left the room, Y/N looked at the key. Thoughts running around his head.

Before he made a decision.

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FURY WALKED DOWN THE HALLS BESIDE HILL. They were making their way back to Y/N's room, in goals of questioning. But Hill was not entirely onboard.

"Why don't we just allow him onto the field, we have nothing left to hide anyway." She asked.

Nick shook his head. "He needs to learn how to make his god damn mind." He replied. They made their way to the door, it slowly creaked open. But their eyes widened at what they saw.

The chair was empty.

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BODIES SCATTERED ON THE FLOOR, unconscious not dead. S.H.I.E.L.D badges pinned on their uniforms.

Small footsteps clanked on the metal floor. Dark footed, Dark suited. We transition to him. Walking straight as in everything was in slow motion. He was in his full suit. The black mask and everything. Making his way through the exit, the sound of a loud alarm in the distance.

But this didn't bother him.

He kept walking.

He didn't care.

He was no longer looking for happiness.

He was just doing what was best.

He realized he didn't need to refill what he needed to store.

This was the time, When The Shadow was Reborn...

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A/N: The Lost Soul, has found his soul!

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