The girl's POV
Sokovia was a ruined place. The rebuilding would take such a long time. Of course, I didn't care. I had only seen the city a few times and I didn't live there; I just roamed for a bite to eat every now and then. There were those who had died in Ultron's attack and were left without any family. I pretended I was newly orphaned because at least I would be taken care of and be taken out of Sokovia. The farther I got away from there, the better.
I hardly ever spoke. There was no name I gave. Soon I found myself in a Romanian orphanage, where I never spoke to the other children. The only thing I told them was my age. I used to sit in the corner and read. I could not show them who I really was, and staying away kept everyone including myself safe.
I had been taught many things when I was a kid, from history to mathematics to a few different languages. They tried to put me into school but I already knew everything, so I was bored and hated my life almost as much as I did before I was free. There was a boy at the orphanage who I would play with, while the others stayed away from me. We used to sneak out to go to the frozen lake nearby, even though neither of us had skates. Finally the freedom out at the lake gave me courage, and I would go out farther and farther over the lake until I reached the middle. The boy would tell me not to and said it was dangerous. I didn't care, and I wish I did, because one day I slipped through the ice.
I woke up in a hospital. It was a miracle I survived being frozen for so long, at least that was what I heard a doctor say before I opened my eyes. Then they said they needed to run some more tests, and I was scared. I couldn't remember anything except falling into the ice and the short time I spent in the orphanage, as though my mind knew I did not want to remember the life beforehand. But, I tried to leave, tried to get out because some sense of terror ran through me being in the hospital. If only I expected what came next.
When I tried to climb out of bed, one of the doctors tried to lie me back down and reassure me, but I did not listen and pushed her out of the way. Next thing I knew, she was thrown against the wall. 'Oh crud,' I thought to myself as I realized they would know how I was different. So, I started to run. I ripped off the I.V. and all the other various cords and ran down the hall still in my hospital gown. I just needed to get out of there. A few people started to chase me, but it was easy to outrun them. When someone jumped out and caught me, I turned around and hit him trying to get away. I didn't mean to hit him hard, but next thing I knew he was on the floor holding his nose, blood all over his hands.
I kept running. I made it out of the place with a lot of stares, but no one could keep up. As soon as I got across the street and stopped to catch my breath, I heard the sound of sirens. Oh great, now the cops are after me. I ran as fast as I could, and I even beat the speed of some other cars on the road, but not the cop cars. At least they didn't shoot at me.
I ran into a park, and the cars had to stop. I had been running for a good fifteen minutes before this, and the cops didn't even try to run after me. I wondered what was up. When I reached the clearing of the park, I thought I had lost them, so I sat down on a bench and leaned back, holding my aching head.
A few minutes later, I heard a small sound, or more like vibration, from behind me. Less than a second later I was standing in a ready stance looking behind me. It was a woman who was dressed in the kind of clothes Hydra agents would wear. I was about to run again, but she wasn't wearing Hydra insignia. Confused, I just stared. A minute later my world went dark.
I woke up in a cell. There was a bed and a toilet and a mirror, which I assumed was one-way. My clothes thankfully were no longer comprised of a revealing hospital gown, and had been replaced with a completely covering – well, hospital outfit. I sat up rubbing my head, and then stared coldly at the mirror, where I was surely being watched. I resisted the urge to cry. A place like this required a certain amount of inward strength.
I hated myself for getting caught again. I was afraid what they would do to me this time.
A few minutes later, the same woman came in from earlier. I tried to look strong, but she could immediately notice the fear behind my eyes. "Don't be afraid, you're safe here," she said. I didn't respond. "We aren't going to hurt you. What's your name?" Still no response. She spoke in Romanian, and I could tell it was not her native tongue, but she was fluent. "Do you want something to eat?" 'Oh yeah sure,' I thought. "I'm locked up and you want me to except your 'help'!'
"We can help you if you would tell us what happened to you," she said. Then she tried the same words in German, and in Russian, and in English. I understood them all, but did not respond to any of them. Finally she left, and I stood up. Walking to the mirror, I threw myself against it as hard as I could. It didn't shatter, but it wasn't as sturdy as I thought it was. Then I tried the door. I ran into it a few times, and it didn't break off and go flying across the room like happened with normal doors. After the fourth try, I almost gave up before I saw a small dent. Three hits later, I was almost free.
"I would stop this if I were you," came a voice from a speaker on the wall in Romanian. "We want to help you; we aren't here to hurt you." I looked at the mirror, for surly the speaker was behind it. I didn't care what he had to say. I knew what I had to do, but I had only done it several times before. I reached out and touched the door, concentrating. After a few seconds, a layer of ice covered the door, weakening it. After one more shove, the door started to break and the room filled with a gas. Breathing it in made me once more fall into unconsciousness.
"She's been sedated for now. She is very dangerous," explained Tony. "She is kind of like you Rogers. I mean, after being frozen in the ice she too woke up with god-like powers."
"So she has attacked someone?" asked Vision.
"Um, yes, and she also has rammed herself into walls trying to escape and won't listen to a thing anyone says to her. She is going to cause herself harm, and her body is still under extreme amounts of stress since coming out of the ice, which she was in for two hours. I agree though that as soon as she is calm enough the restraints should be lessened." Tony opened his mouth to say more, but decided against it.
"What else is there we need to know?" asked Natasha.
"We found her near Sokovia. I believe she may be another result of the experiments done by Strucker." Wanda gasped. This girl she saw before her might be like her. She and her brother may not have been the only ones. "So," he continued. "She might be under a lot of emotional trauma as well. The situation must be handled delicately. That is why I already contacted Dr. Banner."
"Wait you actually were able to find him?"
"He responded when he realized how big of a thing this was."
