A/N: So, this is my first fan fiction I ever really published. I'm kind of nervous on what you guys think, but it's safe to say that I am open to any opinion you guys have to say. If I have wrong grammar, please do not hesitate on telling me. I am very new to this and English is not my first language, so enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers: Age of Ultron, but I do own my OC.

CHAPTER ONE

The forest was quiet and covered in snow. It was around winter at this time of the year. A woman opened her eyes to see herself, lying on the snowy ground. Gingerly, she sat up, looking around her surroundings. Her red hair swishing left to right.

Where was she?

She couldn't contemplate why she only felt curiosity than panic over a situation much like this, but she couldn't help it. One thing was clear though, she was tired and hungry to say that least. She walked on the snowy terrain, only realizing now of what she wore. It was a long sleeved and plain silk silver dress that was until her toes. She lifted the skirt of her dress to find that she was without shoes. She started stepping on the earthy floor. It was cold as expected from snow, but the softness of it gladdened her heart. The feeling was like she discovered something new. Her attention towards the ground was soon caught by her dress yet again.

The redheaded woman eyed the fabric of the dress curiously as she swishes the skirt of her dress around. It looked as though it was made out of liquid, so fluid and soft. She wondered how she came by this, and where she was in the first place.

Moving around the area again, she aimlessly around the forest yet again. She passed by a few animals along the way, just squirrels and occasionally a rabbit. It was peaceful out here in the forest with a few birds chirping its winter song. For reasons only known to her, she danced around a bit. Humming a joyful tune and twirling a few times. She may not remember who she was, but she does remember some things.

30 minutes had gone by and civilization was still nowhere to be seen or found. The redheaded woman was still aimlessly wandering the woods with not a care in world if the ground was too cold and earthy. She touched the barks of the trees, feeling the roughness of their barks on her fingertips. The hails falling down didn't frighten her, but filled her with curiosity of that of a child.

Where was she?

Who was she?

She began to wonder. She did not remember what her name was or where she came from. She did not even remember what she looked like. What she only knew was that she had pale ivory skin with these faint brown freckles on her arms, she was slender and fit, and wavy red hair that was past her shoulders. She found herself wondering what colour her eyes were, what shape her face was, and if she had eyebrows.

The third thought made her reach up and find her eyebrows, fortunately they were there but she couldn't tell if they were thick or thin. She continued to touch her face, feeling the features delicately. She had high cheeks from what she could feel, and medium lashes too. Her musings came short when not far but a mile ahead was some sort of building up ahead. Joy and relief subdued her as she ran towards them with her arms waving about, she shouted at them.

"Help me! Help me please!" she shouted at them.

The woman didn't have time to marvel at the sound of her voice, her only goal now was getting into safety. Soon, she got the attention of some of them. There was something odd about them, something weird. Suddenly, they were shouting and guards came out of the entrance with guns with them. It was only then that she knew it was a mistake.

Before she could run away, something pierced her neck. She let out a gasp of pain as she touched her neck and plucked out a tranquilizer. She dropped it, suddenly feeling drowsy. The guards were approaching her, but with all of her might left she ran back into the forest.

Each passing minute was making her movements sloppy, she continued running until another tranquilizer was struck behind her back and she knelt down with a gasp of pain. The world was spinning out of control and yet she willed herself to go on. She stood up still walking through the forest until a hand grabbed her arm and she was pulled back. She stumbled into the stranger's arms as the world slowly dimmed.

"Who is it Herr Strucker?" a voice asked curiously as a dark figure rushed over her.

"Doctor List, I think we might have a new patient."

With those words, she blacked out.

Doctor List looked at the girl they had picked up in the forest. She slept peacefully in one of the guard's arms as he carried her back to their base. There were many questions going into his mind.

Who was she?

Where did she come from?

Why was she so near their base?

Initially he was curious, but also happy with the new addition to their experiment. Over a week ago they had went to a riot and asked for volunteers and the day after that they have had plenty of guinea pigs, but unfortunately for them at least half of the volunteers had already died due to the experiments because their bodies were not strong enough. So far they were still a fair amount of volunteers left alive maybe they still had a chance.

The doctor looked at the girl again and wondered if she could survive it, hopefully she does and maybe she would be a great asset in their mission.

The guards took her deep within the base, and into the holding cells were the other volunteers were being held at. They opened one vacant cell and placed the sleeping girl on the bed.

"I want the experiment conducted tomorrow immediately." Strucker had said to Dr. List as they closed the cell and walked along the dark corridor.

"Are you sure to begin so soon?" the doctor had asked.

Strucker stood in front of Dr. List with much authority he could muster and said, "Did I not make it clear?"

Dr. List nodded and watched as Strucker strode away, clear on the intent of finding out the identity of the girl. He ushered off to his lab to prepare the tools he would need tomorrow. It was definitely going to be a very long night.

A groan escaped her lips as she sat up her bed. Rubbing her eyes, she opened them to see yellow brick walls. At first she thought she was mistaken, but no she wasn't.

Where was she?

This had been the third time she asked herself. It was slowly getting annoying with her cluelessness, but that didn't matter right now. She was on a cot with a grey blanket covering her body. She was in a small room or rather a cell. One wall was a mirror, showing her actual appearance. She jumped off her bed, noticing that they had given her a pair of grey flats. She was still wearing the grey dress from earlier with made her glad since she really liked it. Turning her attention back to the mirror, she stopped a few inches from it and stared at the woman looking back at her. It was only now that she got to see her appearance and it shocked her. Indeed her hair was red and wavy hair. It was past her shoulders, ending with a twirl or a curl.

Her skin was indeed pale but creamy with brown freckles on her arms. Her face had a slight softness to it, her features had slightly sharp and particularly angular. Her pale cheeks had a rosy tint, but what struck her most were her eyes. She had clear turquoise eyes with specks of golden spiraling around her pupils, framed with medium length dark lashes. The colours seem to dance within her eyes like stars were casted upon them. Now, that she knew what she looked like and how she sounds like, she wondered what her name was or even where she came from. She looked at the other side to see a sort of caged door with a translucent glass.

She tried to peer through, but couldn't. She stood up and headed towards the yellow brick wall.

Was there are a room on the other side?

With curiosity etched on her face, she knocked on the cement. There wasn't an answer. She knocked on the other side, and no one knocked back. Maybe the walls were really thick that they couldn't hear her knocking.

Hours and hours had passed by and then the door finally opened. Four guards accompanied a man with some sort of briefcase as he stepped into her cell.

"Hello, I am Doctor List." he greeted with a smile.

The woman stayed still on her bed as Dr. List approached her and laid the briefcase beside her. Her body tensed up and fear came to her, but she remained her calm façade.

"Don't worry. I'm just going to take your vitals." He said, pulling out a sphygmomanometer.

Out of instinct, she lifted her sleeve on her right arm up.

"Tell me if I hurt you," Dr. List said, wrapping a cuff around her arm.

She nods. He checked her blood pressure by blowing up the cuff and watching a gauge.

"Now, tell my dear, what is your name?" Dr. List asked her.

"Aerith Anastasia Jude." She quickly answered; soon she realized what she had said.

Quickly, she covered her mouth with her free hand, shocked to hear those names escaping her lips. She didn't know why she said that.

Couldn't it be that it was her real name? Or was it just a trick of the mind?

The cuff deflates and he plugged her results into his tablet, which looks more like a sheet of glass than an iPad.

"Well, Miss Jude, you are in good health." Dr. List had informed her, removing the cuff and packed up her things. "I see you tomorrow again."

With that, he left the room with the door shut behind him. Aerith lay back on her cot, pulling the blanket close to her.

What was going to happen tomorrow?

What was happening to her?

Fear had gnawed her for the coming day, but she decided to think on the more positive side of the day. At least, now she knew what her name was, but her identity was still a mystery, a mystery with a name. The redhead stared blankly on the ceiling, humming a soft tune until she slowly drifted off to sleep.

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