Author's Note: The following was a quick spin-off idea based on a super power RP. It's really only meant for my Ivan because I'm evil and think of terrible things like this to suggest to her. So, here you are dear.

Ivan held his breath as keys scrapped against the lock and did his best to feign indifference when it finally yielded and a bolt clunked as it withdrew. The door opened and breeze fluttered in quickly and was gone in seconds as a form forced itself through a minuscule gap and into the tiny room. Ivan glowered at him, knowing his looks of hostility always made the man back away, or at least unsettle him. Unwise in a hostage situation, but he was in no mood to deal with crazy.

"I got your favourite, Ivan," the man said, still terribly butchering his name. He had made the beginning letter too prominent and harsh. It was ugly. And the paper bag that swung in his hands he doubted held anything of worth. And especially not edible as that was what the insane stranger had announced roughly 25 minutes ago.

"Come closer," Ivan thought, hoping by pure will alone he could get the man within arm's reach. From there he sure he would be able to get the keys away from him and escape. He didn't think he'd alert the cops next. Probably just deal with this on his own and claim self-defence should any ask why the kidnapper needed to be thawed out. If he could just get one of his hands free and pointing in front of him, but this man had known and taken precautions against everything.

From the brown paper bag came a small fast food fudge sundae. Never would something like that ever be considered his favourite and he balked as a plastic spoon dug into it. "Remember? Like that time we had ice cream in the park? And you looked at me said you loved me." Delusions, all of it. Ivan had no memories of anything like that, and certainly not of him.

However, as his captor stared off recalling his own personal dream, Ivan decided to switch his tactics. With a smile and he told him, "I… I think I do."

The other stopped and nearly dropped his ice cream. "Wait, Ivan? You remember? You remember me?"

Ivan continued with a nod and as much acting ability as he could muster. "Maybe some things."

The ice cream was set aside and he came closer, just not close enough. "What do you remember? Oh, do you remember our pets, Gadget and Blizzard?"

He took a guess. "Dogs?"

"Yes! You do remember!" Ivan watched as his kidnapper danced around for a moment and clapped his hands. "How about how we met?"

Ivan gave it some thought, but nothing came to mind. It would be harder to bluff that one without any real indication. He gave it another moment before shaking his head sadly. "I'm sorry, I don't remember that."

The earlier cheer faded. "Oh, that's alright. I'm sure it'll come back to ya."

A moment of hesitation and then he figured he had nothing to lose from trying something crazy. "Maybe I'll remember faster if you untie me?"

Waiting through the deliberation of his suggestion was near agonizing. It seemed the decision could fall either way. "You'd have to promise not to run."

Ivan nodded and did his best convey sincerity in his lie. "I wouldn't want to run from you."

That made his attacker smile and in a second he knew he had won. "Okay!" he said and stepped around behind to release him from his bonds. Patience, and soon his hands were free and before him. He couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face that was morphing from genuine and hopeful to full blown glee. Ivan flexed his hands, letting some feeling come back into them.

"What do you want to do now?" the stranger asked as he stepped back around.

"Punish you for thinking you could capture me?" Ivan said softly. He looked up from his hands and chuckled at the confused half smile that was left on the other's face. The fool.

His hand shot forward, a wave of ice forming beneath the motion and nearly capturing the man except he darted out of the way at the last moment. His expression had grown more determined and he raced away to a closet and wrenched open the door that a second later was impaled with icicles.

His kidnapper had done his research before attempting this feat and reappeared with a weapon that Ivan recalled distinctively. He had learned that the other was a rather clever technopath and had pieced together a sword that acted as a taser if it came into contact with skin. Ivan could attest to it being quite painful.

It didn't surprise him either a shield had been added to the collection and was now being held out protectively in front of him. Ivan considered the odd sight as both were being held by someone whose only training clearly had come from watching an abundance of films. This could be more fun than he had originally planned. In his own hand he formed a similar looking weapon and shield, his made of his icy powers and while not an excellent swordsman, expected he would still easily take the other down.

Cold radiated in an arc that landed the sword of ice against the shield made of a patchwork of metal. He was surprised it held together against his blow. "Why would you make such ineffective weapons?"

His opponent leapt away and displayed them. "Because this one's the master sword and this is the Hylian shield because that's what-"

"Stop talking," Ivan growled as he lunged forward in attack. The surprise nearly caught his target off guard except at the last moment the sword swung up and parried.

The next couple of swings he was able to easily block until the fun of playing with his opponent wore off. He knocked the other back with a blow from his shield, then disarmed him with a strike to his arm, and finally swept his feet out from underneath him.

From there it was easy to pin one arm of his stunned captor to the floor beneath his foot and tower over him as the victor. The struggling to free the arm was useless and pitiful and he watched it while feeling nothing for what he was about to do. "I'd ask if you had final words, but I'm very tired of hearing you speak."

He turned his sword around and raised it; tip pointed over the man's chest and with a sense of finality plunged it down.

"These events are always so boring. What would you say to getting out of here and having some fun?"

Ivan hesitated at the distant voice and the lethal end of his sword wavered an inch or two from causing harm. He frowned, puzzled at where it could have come from and eventually deciding it was probably a nearby TV. He looked down at the other who had squeezed his eyes shut and was bracing against the inevitable. But the voice had seemed familiar. And there was something else.

"Gadget," he said slowly, "wasn't really a dog…"

The other's eyes opened and grew wider as he saw the wavering weapon still hovering above him. "W-what did you say?"

"Gadget," Ivan repeated, this time feeling a little more sure of himself, "he wasn't a dog. He… He wasn't…" He struggled for a word for what he was thinking, but wasn't entirely sure himself. "He's not… alive…?"

He blinked and then shrugged. "I mean, what is alive? Sure he's A.I., but he thinks and does stuff on his own."

Ivan took a step back and once freed his kidnaper took the opportunity to quickly move away and put some distance between them again. There was something that was just outside the reach of his mind like a dream he had once, but the details had grown foggy. He jolted when he realised had been standing still for so long, but found the other hadn't moved and was watching with a mixed expression.

And then a part of something came back to him. A name.

"Alfred?"

The other nodded vigorously with a grin. "Yeah, that's me! You remember?"

Ivan shook his head. "No, at least not much of anything."

There were still wide gaps, but with it he was able to piece together a few small parts. This was Alfred, some crazy thief to the rich who thought their high-tech security systems were fool proof. And he really didn't hate him. At least he was sure he couldn't.

But it wasn't enough. Especially when he had never thought that his sister would have ever gone this far with her mind controlling abilities.

"Can Natalia….?" He glanced at the door.

Alfred shook his head. "Room's not in our names, cash with no digital trail, and I killed the GPS in our phones." And then he smiled and winked. "Plus you should already know I can't be seen on security cameras unless I want to."

Actually he hadn't remembered that part yet, but he tucked it way for now as a mental note. "Sorry about almost killing you."

"Sorry about electrocuting you until you passed out." He shrugged. "Even?"

For now, perhaps. At least he would cease the hostilities so long as he was no longer chained to a chair and feed real food for a change. Maybe he'd give this Alfred a chance before going to confront his sister and her motives.