Tony watched with Pepper at his side as numerous psychologists and psychiatrists paced around the observation room they'd set up in Stark Tower. He'd agreed to help out on this one because his access to some of the best medical care through his money and connections were obvious. He'd promised to help Steve out on this one. The guy was convinced that this girl would be a key in finding Bucky and dragging him back. Tony wasn't so sure. Pepper wound her hand down sliding her fingers through his. They watched as the scientists walked around the bullet proof glass room, which wasn't much unlike Loki's original prison, recording and tapping monitors. They had found video records, files, and paperwork on the girl stored in the facility and in a short time they'd be called in to watch some of the footage. Fury had agreed that if they were going to use her to find Bucky, then they all needed to understand her level of danger.

"It's like caging an animal." Pepper sighed out.

"She is an animal. We have to recreate her into a human Pep. If you'd watched the footage of that Barnes guy, you'd understand how far gone she probably is."

"It just seems wrong." She whispered holding his hand tighter. Stark glanced at her before looking back into the clear paneled room.

"She needs help Pep. She'll get it here." He replied watching the girl in the room.

At first they had given her a bed. It had been given restraints. They had found out that it was a very bad decision. When she'd woken up with a scientist hovering over her and restraints on her arms she'd nearly killed the man. The only thing that had stopped her was an injection that had knocked her out. The poor guy had taken a foot to the face before she'd flipped the stretcher-like bed to rip the restraints. She was every bit a trained soldier that they'd feared she was. The scary part was, that if they kept knocking her out to control her, they'd be just as bad as Hydra. They'd taken the bed out as a precaution finding that she was much more comfortable on the floor. She sat like she had been the way they'd found her…back to a wall…rocking…holding her knees. The space just behind her ear on the right side, where the hair was buzzed, had proved to hold a small computerized chip. They weren't sure yet what else it did to her, but certain controlling phrases such as what the scientist had used on her in the facility, were too hard for her to ignore. At some point it would overpower her own will and she was forced to follow them. It meant that she had fought back so much, they'd resorted to controlling her electronically. They'd turned her into a robot soldier. Tony wondered vaguely, if they'd only done it to use her against Bucky if he'd ever gone rogue.

"It's time sir." Jarvis spoke in the room. "The viewing is ready." He nodded and drew in a breath before Pepper kissed his cheek and left.

Tony entered the room to see the others around a table waiting. Steve looked tense and high strung. He shifted in his seat glancing at Stark. He nodded to him and straightened in his seat. Fury stood at the head of the table waving an arm in front of a computer screen which came down from the ceiling. It was big enough that they could all view the footage without a problem. Natasha eyed Fury for a moment before speaking.

"So basically, we found very little original data on this kid. Minimal information leak. She was born and taken to an orphanage. No records of parents. No name." she ran her fingers absently over the wooden table before continuing.

"She ran away from the orphanage when she was six. Police in Germany found her shoes outside of an abandoned warehouse in the snow. There's a report somewhere in here…anyway, the point is, she didn't exist. She fell off the grid. Which means that Hydra had her from the age of six…"

"We can assume that's about how old she is in the first few tapes you'll few today. In the tapes, they refer to her as Soldier." Fury added pressing a button to start the old footage.

"They didn't name her at the orphanage?" Steve asked.

"They called her child. As many others there. It was a run-down shit hole…too many kids, not enough food." Clint nodded back to the screen.

There was a shot of a small girl, with hair tangled to her shoulders, standing in front of a white cement wall. She was thin, underfed, and bags rimmed her eyes. The child shifted her weight from foot to foot before biting her lip. The camera was set up on a tripod taping only one view. A voice spoke over the camera directing towards the child. She hovered back against the wall eyes growing wider but she didn't try to run. She stayed still.

"Soldat, Haben wir dich gerettet. Sie schulden uns lhrem leben." (Soldier, we have rescued you. You owe us your life)

The voice on the video continued to repeat this over and over again. As time went on they began to play classical music with his voice. They shut off most of the lights. The girl scrunched down the wall and did something they'd all seen her do frequently now. She wrapped her arms around her knees and pulled them close burying her face into her knees rocking back and forth. She was trying to block it out. Eventually the lights went dark and they heard a door open. Not much after there was a terrifying scream that was strangled and the video cut out.

The next video was a few years after. Fury sighed leaning back in his chair glancing across the table at Steve. The man looked sick. He was probably thinking about what had happened to Bucky. What they had done to him. They all felt their eyes draw back to the screen as the video started back up again.

"Soldat! Get up!" a voice cut over the video screaming into the holding like room. The girl was older now, about twelve or thirteen. Her hair was buzzed completely, she'd gained some weight, but it was only in small muscles. She looked just as tired. Her eyes just as desperately worn. The bags were deeper and darker under them defining her hollowing cheeks. The girl struggled to pull herself up off the floor.

"Defend yourself! Fight back!" the voice urged. The child coughed wiping at her mouth. When she pulled her hand away there was blood and a tooth fell to the floor. It was then that Steve sucked in a hard breath. Bucky walked into the shot terse and stern staring down at the girl.

"Make her get up." The voice on the intercom spoke calmer. Bucky reacted instantly. He grabbed her by the front of her plain matted shirt, that looked like it had been worn for weeks, and yanked her to her feet.

"If she will not fight, punish her." The intercom cut out as if it had been disabled. There was a clicking sound that accompanied the lock on the door to the left moving to seal the room. Bucky looked down at the small child and gripped her shirt tighter.

"Please…please sir." She whispered coughing. "Stop." He reared his arm back and slammed it into her face letting go of her shirt. His metal fist connected with her nose and cheek sending her slamming back down into the ground. When she hit he didn't stop. Bucky picked her up again and again continuing this action. When she was no longer conscious, he stood over her body breathing heavily.

"When she wakes, we will try again." The voice said over the intercom. The video went black.