Clint walked briskly to Natasha where he knew he would find her. In the corner of her room wedged between her bed and the wall, her head in between her knees.

"My girls have been tested and are mission ready. Each one perfect assassins for your target. Pick who you will."

The memory continued to replay in a distorted haze as she pressed her palms into her temples.

The gruff hand pointed at her like you would a piece of meat at the market.

"The red head."

"Nat." Clint murmured cautiously, trying to pull her away from what he assumed was another flash back. "Nat, it's me Clint. Look at me." He continued, careful not to touch her or startle her in anyway. He had learned his lesson about doing that.

Natasha gave a pained groan before her eyes shot open.

It happened so fast Clint couldn't proses it quick enough to defend himself.

Natasha had grabbed him by the collar and pinned him to the carpet by his shoulders, pressing her knees on his thighs to keep him from squirming. Her pupils were the size of pinpoints as she spit out Russian phrases Clint didn't understand.

"Clint Barton. Steve Rogers. Tony stark. Bruce Banner. Nick fury. Thor." Clint continued to recite names, trying to jog her memory. He found it was the only thing he could do that would bring her back before anyone, or more importantly him, got hurt.

She felt like she had been kicked in the stomach as the fog left her vision and she recognized who she had pinned down. She felt the adrenaline rush leave her and she broke out in a cold sweat as she put together the pieces of the last five minutes.

"I could have killed him." She thought as she decided to ignore the tear trailing down her jaw line.

He watched as her pupils got larger and her expression grew softer.

She looked at what she had done and her breathing grew ragged. "I'm- I'm so sorry. I didn't… I can't… I'm so sorry…"

"Hey. It's okay."

"Until we know what you can do, yes they are necessary." Wanda replied as she took a few hesitant steps towards the bed.

Odessa released a put out sigh as a familiar purple haze developed at her hands. She clenched her fists and the leather straps burst around her wrists with a muffled ripp.

"I don't care for straps." Odessa said plainly as she racked her fingers through her tangled hair, pulling at the ends witch brushed just above her shoulders.

"Apparently not." Wanda replied as she took a step closer, "do you remember why you're here?"

"I had a meltdown." She answered, studying her surroundings. "Where am I?"

"The hospital floor of the avenger's tower."

Odessa's jaw clenched and all her muscles tensed. "I want out of here."

Wanda's brow furrowed and she took a step back, "I'm- I'm sorry but we need to keep you here."

"I don't like needles, I don't like doctors and I don't like straps. I thought you knew that." Odessa's eyes began to dart around the room and her breathing got quick and shallow. "I want out of here."

How could I have been such an idiot?! Wanda thought as the vision of that scruffy, deranged looking man holding a needle filled her mind.

"Calm down we'll find a better place for you to stay." The Scarlet Witch spoke with a soft, almost mothering tone as she realized the gravity of the situation.

She reached for her communicator "get banner and Barnes in the communal living room as soon as possible. I'll be there with patient in three."

Odessa covered her eyes with her hands, grinding her nails into her scalp. She wanted no more than to bore the memories out of her skull as they came rushing in.

"The subject does not seem to be responding well. Side effects: vomiting, chills, fainting, night terrors…."

"Lay back and stay still this will only hurt for a moment." His voice was wiry as he approached her with a freshly sharpened scalpel.

She pressed her back into the chair and felt her skin crawl against still damp air. She sank deeper and deeper as the blade grew closer. She bit hard on the blood stained gag tied across her mouth.

He took the knife in a fist and rammed it into her ribs with a sickening crunch "I told you no squirming!"

"wh-what are you going to do?"

"testing your tolerance to flesh eating bacteria.

test negative. Flesh pending removal."

"I told you stay still!"

The words echoed in her mind as the visions dissolved into a man she had never seen. He had dark messy, long hair and icy blue eyes to match. She could see his lips moving but the words came out in knots of sounds and murmurs.

"gunna be fine. Hey, look at me. Your gunna be fine, okay?" his voice became clearer and so did her vision.

Odessa could feel herself breathing , she could feel the tears on her cheeks and the cold sweat on her neck.

She surveyed the new room around her. She was sitting upright on a couch. There was a man in front of her. There was another, smaller looking man sitting beside her. He had glasses, dark curly hair and a button up shirt. He was looking back at her. There was that girl….. Wanda. She was at the other side of the room, pacing. The ends of her hair tangled in her fingers.

"uh, Wanda." The smaller one said, looking away from Odessa for a moment but then turning back to her. "are you okay, Odessa?" she liked the way he said her name.

She opened her mouth to say something but she wasn't quite sure what it was.

"who are you?" Odessa asked, her voice barely audible.

"doctor Bruce Banner. And your Odessa, is that right?" he responded in a smooth, practically tender voice, looking her in the eye. "that's James Barnes and over there is Wanda Maximoff." He pointed to them as he said their names.

Odessa pulled her arms closer to her and crossed them around her chest. She nervously rubbed her biceps with her thumbs as she tried to get her bearings.

Bruce took her hand away from her arm and held it as he looked at her, "Are you okay?"

"yes." She said in a significantly louder voice now.

Dr. Banner pulled away from her hand but he wasn't able to separate them. Odessa looked down at her hand in confusion and realized what she was doing.

"oh. Sorry." She said, as she released the suction she had been emitting from her palms, feeling her face grow hot. "I just… sorry."

"how- how did you do that?" he asked with a slightly astonished smile.

"I just…." She put her hand out under his and expelled a plus of energy, pushing his hand away from hers. Then she pulled it back in, his hand hitting hers with a slap.

He pulled his hand back to him and examined it. "amazing."