Disclaimer: I do not own anything that is part of the Marvel Universe. I do own my character. MINE! Enjoy :)

Summary: When the Maximoffs' confronted Ulysses Klaue he mentions a human growth market. Anybody ever wonder what HYDRA did with the bodies of those failed human experiments? I know, I was one of them... well... not really one of them, but I did wake up in one of the bodies.

Chapter One

"Hope" is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -

And sore must be the storm -

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest land -

And on the strangest Sea -

Yet - never - in Extremity,

It asked a crumb - of me.

-Emily Dickinson

It was cold... and there was a pain... a burning... from the inside? I awoke with a gasp. Air filled my burning lungs. Bright lights flooded my eyes making me wince in pain. There was a ringing in my ears muffling everything. I felt tired and so cold. Craning my head to the left I saw a woman in a laboratory coat shouting and banging on a heavy duty metal door. Everything hurt... Everything burned... I struggled and finally managed to sit up. I was on a metal table... In a morgue? I gasped silently with the realization... I had been dead? It seemed someone had finally answered the woman's screaming. The bolted door unlocked with a clang and a group of military men burst in with weapons, all aimed at me. The realization had turned to shock and a cold fear began to creep in. The ringing in my head was clearing and slowly the muffled voices turned into words. One of the men was yelling at me, "Hands Where I Can See Them! Hands Where I Can See Them! Now!" Nervously I raised my hands. But they were still yelling. Some were aiming over my shoulder?

I tilted my head to look behind me and meeped. A woman? Dressed in a simple white gown and a surgical mask over her mouth was standing behind me. Was she not with them? How odd... She looked like a normal person at first... But I shuddered. She frightened me with her looks. Hair black as night, the most peculiar set of glowing red eyes, and her skin was translucent, like she wasn't really there. After looking her over I returned to her eyes and trembled. Her eyes... they looked hungry. The mask moved as if she was going to talk but what came out was not a woman's voice or really one voice at all, but the voice of many. So many mixed together, it sounded like something you'd hear in a horror film. She uttered only two words, "Insolent Creatures~"

After she was a blur and with it, brought gunfire and red that painted the entire room. I yelped and jerked to the side when a bullet managed to graze my face. When I looked back up that cold fear crept in even further. All the men were now mangled pieces. Heads removed, limbs strewn about, body cavities gutted, you couldn't tell one person from another, and everything was painted red. The woman stood in the middle of it all, blood dripping from herself, her arms, her hair... Slowly she turned to me, her surgeon's mask hanging on one ear. I gasped. Her mouth was a deranged smile full of sharp teeth.

She cackled lowly before leering at me and clicking her tongue, "Birdie~ You gone and got yourself hurt let me fix it for you." I scrambled back slipping off the table onto the floor. She paused in her steps towards me and cocked her head to the side, no longer smiling. "Fine birdie if that's how you want to be..." She gave me a shrug before disappearing like smoke.

I shook from my spot on the floor before slowly crawling towards the door. I wrenched a blood spattered lab coat from the wall before quickly scrambling from the room. I sprang into a dead run towards the emergency exit at the end of the hall. Barreling out the doors I found myself by the woods. I took off running.

I ran farther and farther from the building eventually stopping once night had fallen. Collapsing underneath one of the many trees I grabbed at my head trying to get the flashing images of the bodies and blood from my mind. Suddenly a different image flashed. A different red. Darker. Mine…

Groaning I lowered my head to my knees as heaviness filled me like a damn had opened and a waterfall was pounding on my head.

-Flashback-

A figure was huddled to the ground in the never ending white landscape staring blankly up with dark eyes singing quietly to himself over and over.

~Hold, hold on, hold onto me
'Cause I'm a little unsteady
A little unsteady
Hold, hold on, hold onto me
'Cause I'm a little unsteady
A little unsteady ~

Voices suddenly called out to the figure and his eyes became alert snapping around searching, "What do you wish for child?"

Hollow eyes went blank thinking before a raspy voice replied, "Nothing… I'm tired of wishing." Sighing the head drooped, eyes closing tightly and arms wrapped around it holding tightly. The silence returned before another figure appeared. Ghostly with long black hair, ruby eyes, clawed hands and a smile full of sharp teeth. A woman with the many voices cooed curiously, "are you sure birdie?" Muffled by his own form the figure snarked, "What is there for the dead to wish for? Life? I already failed at the one I was given. I do not wish for another of the same." Shrinking down to the size of a dog to peer up at the hunched figure the now creepy girlish ghost smiled widely, "I can find you happiness." The figure chuckled darkly before black icy eyes snapped to the now creepy girlish ghost, "There is no happiness for something as damaged as me. Everything, My mind, my body, my spirit; they took it all from me." Sighing the figure's head lolled to the side, "When I tried to the escape finally, I got stuck here." The ghost glances at the figure and finally takes notice of the figure's legs. Silvery scars ran everywhere on the legs, the most notable being two long neat scars traveling from the tops of the knees and disappearing underneath clothing with even interval dots on each side most likely from stitches or staples. She stares deeply at them before quietly asking, "What happened?" The figure sighs and shakes their head, "I am far from them now. They cannot hurt me anymore."

The figure goes back to quietly singing but the ghost's hand is shoved into his face, "My name is Althea. Yours?" Smiling slightly the figure shakes the offered hand, "Ollie."

A/N: Yay! So I haven't really decided on what kind of pairing I want to do yet but the plot bunnies wouldn't leave me alone so I just had to get this lil bit out for now~ Please send me R&R and no flamers please~ Nobody likes flamers~ If you have any requests please let me know~ but this is gonna mainly be post TWS and during AoU. If anybody wants to beta let me know! Thanks for reading :)