A/N: This is my first sorry and I'm super excited! I hope everyone likes it!

This is so not beta'd, so if you see any mistakes please let me know and I'll fix it ASAP.

Disclaimer: Everything is Marvel's, I own nothing. The title is a song by Lana Del Rey, and chapter title is a song by Vance Joy

The cool New York air stung her cheeks as she walked out of her apartment building. Her dark hair whipped around her as the wind blew, the papers in her hand responding similarly. All she wanted to do was get to the Tower, and walking would take less time than the subway.

It had only been four days since she discovered the truth, her knowledge of her life was a lie. The parents she remembers were never real. The friends disappeared with one sentence. But she chose it; or the past her had. Now she knows she'll never be the same as she was. The video they showed her played back in her mind, over and over, it haunted her dreams. That was when she slept. All she did now was think.

This is not who you are. They said I should make this for you, I mean, me. I do not know what to give you other than, trust them, they will help you. They promised to be done with the mix by the time you're done, and you will remember…

Before she could get back to reality, she ran straight into something hard and tall.

She shrieked a little before landing on the ground. Looking up she saw a person, a man, on the ground across from her.

"I'm so sorry!"he was the first to talk.

Ignoring him at first, she looked over, the papers she was holding managed to stay in the folder and didn't land totally in a puddle. Her phone was not so lucky.

"It's fine, totally my fault." She used the most monotone, sarcastic voice she could. Then she looked towards him and saw a white stick on the ground. As her eyes found him, she could feel her face drain of all color.

His hair was dark, he was tall, handsome even, but also blind.

"I-I-I mean, I'm sorry, I wasn't watching." She became so flustered, she could barely grab her folder. In turn he reached over and grabbed it instead. When they stood she wobbled and he put a hand on her elbow to steady her.

"It's fine, nothing's broken or bloody," he smirked.

"How did you do that? You grabbed my folder and knew where my arm was, how?" She furrowed her brow and watch his half smile disappear.

"I, uh, I heard where it landed and guessed." His face was half covered by red glasses hiding his eyes, but he still pointed his head down as if looking at his feet.

"Anyway, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." She looked around not recognizing her location. "Um, where am I?"

"Uh, Hell's Kitchen, why?"

"I'm supposed to be in Manhattan."

"You really weren't paying attention." He said as his smile returned.

"Apparently," she then returned his smile. "I'm sorry, again."

"Really, it's fine."

She looked at her phone to see the time. 7:52. "Great." She sighed.

"What?"

"Oh nothing, I'm just late, and I have no idea where I am." She laughed humorlessly. "This is not what I need." She said under her breath.

"Rough day?"

"Rough week, or weeks."

"I'm sorry, I've lived here my whole life. Maybe I can help you find your way?" He shrugged. "I mean, I know I can't exactly see,"

"Okay, good, for a second I thought you could and were looking for sympathy." Then she heard what she said. "I mean, I-I," She stuttered a few times.

"It's fine, I get it."

"I should probably stop talking, before I swallow my foot." Her face heated up.

"But, maybe if you tell me the surroundings a bit, I could point you in the right direction."

"Uh, yeah, we're standing in front of a building with a sign that says one of the tenants are a couple of attorneys. It's red-ish…"

"I think I know. You want to go down this street left…" As he explained it made more sense to her.

"Thank you, I really appreciate this, especially after I almost ran you over."

"It's nothing, really." They exchange a smile.

"Either way, thanks. Have a good day."

"Thanks, I hope you have a better day. I'm Matt, by the way." He reach out his hand.

She hesitantly took it. "I'm S-Sybil. Nice to meet you."

"Same."

As she finally had the tower in sight, she sigh a breath of relief. That guy, Matt, hadn't screwed her over.

She walked inside, greeted the blonde woman walking out. Her name was lost to Sybil, as everything was right now. She got to the elevator and pressed the 27 button. The elevator was quick enough that Sybil was alone in her thoughts to long. When the doors opened, she walked out to see those people waiting for her.

Stopping in her tracks as everybody stared. There was about 7 people in there, and she couldn't remember their names to save her life.

"Why are you all staring at me?" she finally spoke.

"Sorry, we just weren't sure you show." This was said by a muscular, blonde man, sitting on the couch.

"I brought all of the documents you wanted," she put the folders on the coffee table.

"Do you remember anything yet?" A different man spoke now, the one wearing glasses.

"Nothing at all. Sorry." But her tone made it seem she actually wasn't sorry.

"Can we maybe as you a few questions, and you can do the same if you want? Why don't you have a seat."

Sybil sat in a single chair that looked like it was put there just for her. "What do you wanna know?"

"Uh, tell us about your current life, where were you born."

"Why? Don't you already know what you planted in my brain?" She crossed her arms, staring him down.

He didn't budge. "Yes, but I want to hear it from you."

"Fine, I was born in upstate New York. I was an only child, and I had a good life. My parents died when I was 14, so I ran away to the city. I was found in an alleyway by a church and some nuns took me to their orphanage. I left when I turned 18 to go to NYU, majoring in…"

"Wait, wait, you never went to an orphanage, you stayed with an aunt. That's what we did, I think?" He looks around to the others in the room.

"I'm pretty sure there was an aunt," this came from another dark-haired man, with a mustache. "We didn't want to traumatize her too much."

"Thanks." Sybil interrupted.

They ignored her. "Okay, Sybil tell us about…"

"Okay, I'm sorry, but I don't know who any of you are. I just found out less than a week ago, and all you are doing is asking who I am. Can't you tell me about who I was?" Sybil wanted to leave, more than anything, but she needed answers.

"Soon, we can tell you everything, but we have to wait for someone." This was spoken by a slim, red-haired woman.

"Who?"

The man with the mustache pointed to the elevator, "Him."