So, um... Long time no see...? Yeah, it's uh... been about two years? I'm... really sorry about that. And, uh... I'm probably NOT gonna really rewrite anything, cuz I'm still soooo fucking lazy (that's probably NEVER gonna change), also I'm pretty busy, being a cooleg sofmur, as Temmie might say, and whatnot. Yeah. However I have got back and done a liiiitle editing, added a little scene, and tweaked some stuff to make it just a little less... Obviously written by a high schooler XD Hopefully I've improved a bit. but who knows. You'll probably be able to tell the difference between what was written two years ago and now, but I already had a good chunk of chapter here, so even if I do facepalm at the baking a cake (and doing it from SCRATCH, cuz why not, Mary-sue?) thing, I know myself well enough that if I decide to go back and rewrite it... it's not getting done. So, the second part had already been written two years ago, first part is new.

More,Finally.

Steve wasn't looking forward to this. He really wasn't looking forward to it, but he didn't see any other choice. Tony and Bruce where exactly where he had left them earlier in the afternoon, and the air seemed a good bit darker than it had been.

"If Charles' institute was in operable condition right now, I would say that that would probably be a much better fit for her than us." Bruce was muttering to Tony as Steve entered.

"That's not a half bad idea, actually." Tony replied, "I could invest something on the sly to get it back into commission in a month or two, rather than several, and then we could send her there when it's back up and running. They would certainly have a much better idea of what to do."

"Fury wouldn't agree to it." Steve interrupted. "You know he wouldn't let anyone or anything near Charles Xavier and his institute if anything less than the good of the planet were riding on it."

"Of course he wouldn't," Tony muttered, turning back to the screen, "Because forbid the thought that Xavier might decline to give Shield a list of all students, their powers and all their personal information, as well as submit to Shield's inspections, testing, experiments, and forcible recruitment program."

"Ms. Frost would be much more adept at teaching our captive trainee than we." And there, she would have plenty of access not only to teacher and counselors, but teachers and counselors who would be aware of her specific situation and circumstance, including her powers and upbringing." Bruce remarked thoughtfully, and while Steve understood their point, he shook his head regretfully.

"Unfortunately, it doesn't matter. Fury won't allow her to be anywhere but here. At this point, she would be followed if she even went for a walk outside of the tower, with or without us. Unless and until Fury gives the okay, we can't transfer her over to anyone else, without her being taken back into SHIELD custody for good, and likely giving Fury a justifiable reason overtake Xavier's." Tony hissed in frustration, but didn't argue.

"So, we'll just have to see what we can do on our own. Have you talked to Reed Richards?" Bruce asked.

"I left him a message about an hour ago telling him I needed to meet with him to discuss something, but he hasn't responded. I'll see about contacting someone at Xavier's, probably Frost. herself, actually. But for now, it's too late to really try to do anything tonight. For that matter, it might not even be urgent that we start her training immediately. What have you learned from that file?"

"I was wondering that myself," Bruce replied. "It's not as bad as we feared."

"By SHIELD standard, anyways," Tony snorted, pulling specific files, mostly reports, and a few videos. "Doesn't mean it's good. but who the hell is gonna hold them accountable, anyways?"

"They kept most of their response testing to physical response only, and it was entirely when she was asleep and unaware, and what they came up with is she has to be aware to a certain degree. Her abilities are instinctual to an extent, but when wholly unconscious, such as when strongly medicated, they don't react. However, it's not just outward stimuli that she reacts to." As Bruce spoke, tony pulled up a video for Steve to watch.

A camera viewed one of SHIELD's "medical containment cells." On the bed, their newest recruit, pale and sickly looking, slept. A doctor spoke over the footage, noting vital signs for several moments, and then explained that a tonic that induced nightmares had been added to her IV moments ago, and she was being monitored for a reaction. A slight increase in pulse was noted as the girl grew visibly restless, attempting to turn over, to curl up, but unable due to the restraints.

Moments passed, and then Steve noticed something creeping across the bed, spreading away from the girl's body. It darkened and glazed everything it crept across as it slowly spread the bed. The girl grew ever more restless, and the doctor mentioned a gradual dropping in temperature, until finally the unconscious girl whimpered and pulled against the restraints one final time, and then the camera went black. The doctor, clearly alarmed, remarked on the loss of video feed, and ordered one of the interns to open the vents to let the gas and take the patient from sleep to unconsciousness, and the intern replied that the vents couldn't be opened for some reason, and Tony stopped the video there.

"It was ice," He pulled up a written report of it, "When the finally got into the room, everything was coated in about a solid inch of ice, which it why the vents couldn't open to let the sleeping gas in. She was still asleep, and they gave her another shot to keep her unconscious and then moved her to another room and let that one thaw out."

"So," Steve stared at the report, brows furrowed, "It's more then just fire."

"Evidently. And there's something you should know, Steve." Steve stared silently at Bruce, imploring him to go on. Bruce took a breath.

"When Shield came to investigate the fire, they spoke to her, and she told them what had happened. They kept her unconscious except for a few hours every week, When she would wake up during these, due to the medications and chemical cocktails they used to keep her under, she would wake up with short term amnesia, and they would have to explain to her again where she was and what had happened. She doesn't remember what happened that caused her powers to explode, and they didn't tell her what had caused it. The memory loss might be permanent. It may also be entirely temporary."

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Of course, I couldn't, for the life of me, go to sleep that night. Trust me, I tried. After the movie, I went to my room and took a shower and then got in bed since it was almost eleven and I was completely exhausted. But, lo and behold, I could not fall asleep. Midnight passed, then one, then two as I layed there, wishing desperately that I was asleep and generally angsting over everything that had happened in the past few weeks that I could remember, and particularly about the things that I couldn't. Finally, at nearly three in the morning, I was tense, exhausted but unable to sleep, and somehow hungry again. I gave up trying to force myself to sleep for the moment, and got out of bed. I was almost dressed when I realised that I really had no idea where anything was.

"Um... Hey... Jarvis?" I whispered, jumping when a voice replied.

"Yes, Miss Angelius?" The AI responded politely.

"What, uh, floor is the kitchen on?"

"That would be the 9th floor." I nodded and awkwardly thanked the AI as I left my room and headed towards the elevator. Maybe a midnight, or rather 3 a.m. snack would help me sleep.

I padded into the kitchen, and part of me was hoping that Steve would magically appear and take my mind off of the strange silence broken only by the sound of my footsteps, but I certainly wasn't going to wake him up. He was nice enough, surely, but asking him to come babysit me at three in the morning because I don't like silence is ridiculous, not to mention childish, and stupid.

So, I prowled the kitchen alone, and I couldn't help but be in awe of it. It... was an enormous kitchen by anyone's standards. It had everything from every kind of cooking utensil, to what seemed like enough foodstuff to have either every ingredient or a good substitute for anything I could want to make. With so much to choose from, I was overwhelmed, and simply decided to make what I was familiar with, and what I was honestly craving.

I made a cake- from scratch. Icing too, because as I said, this kitchen had EVERYTHING I could possibly need to bake pretty much anything. Alone in the silence, I started humming, and forced myself to get lost in the familiar scents and tastes. I would have been easy to let myself get lost in the anxiety and uncertainty of everything that had happened, it would have been easy to despair, curl up in a ball and hope when I opened my eyes again, my life would be back to normal, just a dream, and instead of making a cake in the kitchen of stark tower, I would be making a cake in a kitchen much cozier, and much more familiar, with one of my old friends.

I don't know what my friends believe became of me. Maybe Shield let everyone believe that I died in the fire. Maybe they said I was sent off to some distant relative. Maybe they didn't say anything, just left everyone to wonder. I don't know. Shield never told me, and I never thought to ask. Perhaps I can ask Steve. I know I probably won't ever be able to go back... But I at least want to know.

The timer on the oven went off, interrupting my thoughts, and I pulled the cake out of the oven and set it on the counter to cool for a while while I cleaned up after myself. Afterward, I iced the cake, though perhaps a bit soon, as the icing seemed very tempted to melt onto the cake, rather than spread. However, it wasn't the worst thing that could have happened. With directions from Jarvis, I found a dish to set the cake in, covered it, and cleaned the last remains of dishes. Finally, I had my late night snack in a piece of the cake nearing four in the morning, and with nothing else to be done, I was forced to go back to my room. This time, when I attempted sleep, I was so exhausted, my mind had no choice but to shut down.

And hey, perhaps the sweets would even earn me a few brownie points with the Avengers. Or would it be called Cake points? Nah, that sounds weird. Brownie points.

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