Prologue
It was been a mouth.
A mouth since Storybrooke disappeared.
A mouth since she said goodbye to her parents- to Hook.
Only two people knew the full story: Clint and Phil. Well and she is pretty sure Laura knows more than what she told her but the woman is her usual nice and understanding. Seriously sometimes she doesn't know how that woman still keeps up with Clint. Must be the kids. Speaking of them.
"Aunty Elle." The female voice calls her attention as she saw the young girl sit next to her with a book to color on her lap.
"Yes sweetie."
"Should I paint the dress blue or pink?" Helena noticed the princess she was supposed to draw and a sad smile appear on her face. She was been in Laura's apartment for two weeks now. The family was planning to move to a larger place and Laura and Clint are thinking about building a farm much like the one he had when he was younger. A simple life is what Clint calls it. But they both know they aren't cut up for simple life. But a farm and a family looked the closest to it. Or as close he could get.
"I think you should paint it purple." She says with a hidden smile on her face. Yes, Barton is going to love the inside message of it.
"Purple? I didn't know there were princesses who were purple."
"Of course they wear, just ask your dad." Helena told her containing my laugh as hear Laura's very loud ones in the attacked kitchen. "Well I'm going to help you mommy."
"One of these days she's going to understand the purple thing." Laura tells her as Helena takes the vegetables and cuts it to help the woman with dinner. Laura noticed the welcomed change in Helena, well the woman still blocked 90% of her emotions but she could see hear her let out a two seconds laugh, especially around the kids. And sometimes she could see the look of melancholic on her face, probably remembering the time with her family. The poor woman couldn't take a break. But at least it is better than the version of her when she lost John.
"And she will join me into teasing Clint."
"How are things today?"
"I'm getting there. Emma is beyond happy. She and Henry are looking for an apartment here in New York. She's going to be working as a PD."
"That's not what I asked."
"Same old same old. I think I'm going to the retreat for some time, clear my head, see what I will do next."
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So that is where she is now. The retreat was a nice cabin in the middle of nowhere. The safe house is lined with Vibranium and was created by Bruce Banner to contain the Hulk. Now it was empty and a few people knew of its existence so she was enjoying it. The first day she cleaned the place. The second day she explored around the house. The third day she enjoyed the July sun and relaxed by the lake. In those days she allows herself peace, she allowed her emotions to come crash it down when she threw punches at the boxing bad she had put outside, but then in the fourth day she sees herself with a surprise.
She was preparing breakfast when she heard the motorcycle, knowing she asked Phil to be left alone, she got the gun she had hidden the first day under the kitchen table (what did you expect, it's her) and walked slowly to the wall, as the door opened she prepare the gun.
"How are you?" Both voices said at the same time. Helena looked at specimen in front of her: tall, with blonde hair and blue eyes, with a body fuelled of muscles… she almost believes he was SHIELD but he was to out of place and confuse about – she not really sure what, and she knew he was no spy.
"Please I didn't come to hurt anyone. Director Fury told I could rest a few days here." There was something about him- like she saw that face before. "He didn't tell me someone else would be here." He says and she knows she didn't tell her uncle Fury about it, pretty much because she not ready to go back- she doesn't even know what she should go back.
"Ok, let's pretend I buy that. Who are you?"
"I'm well, I really don't how to explain who I am anymore. My name is Steve Rogers."
"You gotta be kidding with me." She says letting the gun it the floor in shocked.