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"What are you?"

His question made her smile. Worry was inflected in the question. The Captain was unsure if his best friend and teammates were safe around her.

"I'm gifted." She offered with a nonchalant shrug. This did not satisfy him. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. Rolling her eyes, "I'm a—"Being a mutant was not good these days. She knew that if she told him at this given moment what she was, she'd have a very judgmental Cap on her hands.

"What she is, Captain, is none of your concern. What should concern you is that the Winter Soldier is actually asleep." Fury interrupted from entrance of the wing. Thank you, you bastard. The Captain was about to protest, but Fury held up his hand as if to say "don't even start."

"Now, I need to talk to the gifted one alone. So please head to your training session with the other avengers." The Captain simply sighed in defeat and headed out of the medical wing. She knew this wasn't the end of their conversation, just a postponement.

Netanya was tired. The session with the Winter Soldier had drained her emotionally. His three voices were fascinating and irritating. Each would malfunction at a random time. It was still unclear to her about the triggers of each voice's glitch.

"How bad?" Fury asked as he walked over to the observation window.

Sighing, she replied, "He has three different voices in his head. Two were created due to all the brainwashing he has received over the years. His original voice, at the moment, is a shade of the man that once was. I'm working with that shade to get rid of the other two. Then we'll work on his memories. He reminds me of Logan." Logan was like a brother to her. In the beginning, he was lost and wild. As time progressed, he became one of the leaders of the school. They worked together on missions as well as his memory recall. They had gotten as far back as World War II, and that's when Logan decided that he had enough memories to last him a lifetime.

Fury's eyes watched the sleeping man before him. He knew he had to fix this man. He could be integral to the future of the Avengers. His hope was to have two super soldiers. Dr. Xavier hissed as the thought crossed his mind. Still being a selfish homo-sapien.

"I did not come here to fix a play thing. I came here to fix a broken man. If you cannot see him as more than just a weapon, I will insist to have him moved to the Institute."

Fury glared at her, "Stay out of my head. I thought you were the less intrusive telepath." She snorted at him. Bucky was more than just another soldier. Something about him was special. Anyone staring into those blue orbs would instantaneously know that. In good conscience, she simply could not allow her charge to become a slave to another man. Bucky deserved better, and from what she could tell, Fury was not going to offer that, at least, not with how the director currently viewed the soldier.

"And like hell you'd take him out of there." He added with extra sass. Netanya felt her well-hidden fangs elongate. Her reptilian side was beginning to awaken. An inconvenience that she really couldn't afford, but Fury always seemed to bring out the worse in her.

"He deserves better." She stated before she headed toward the door. There was an accusation in her tone. Fury could feel her anger. Once the doors slid shut, the director solemnly watched the imprisoned man. He knew the telepath would do the soldier some good, but he was concerned about how protective she was of the man. Then again, it was a family tradition to care too much for one's fellow man. He had seen and heard firsthand how many lives Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters had saved or changed for the better. There was, however, an element of mystery behind the school. Who was exactly attending and teaching? And more importantly, what were they capable of? The doctor's comment to Stark about there being "more scary things out there" bothered him. What did she know that he didn't? Who was capable of being more powerful than the Hulk?

Meanwhile, Netanya went back to her room. Slowly, she unpacked her things, and once she finished, she changed into more casual clothes. After changing, she exited her room and made her way back to her case. Relief flooded her as she entered an empty medical wing. She knew that somewhere Nick Fury was watching her. Her ears picked up noises coming from the cell. Her feet carried her to the observation window, and the voice became clearer. "She's going to come back. Right? Of course she is. She said she would." The Winter Soldier was pacing in his room. He was talking about her. It was strange to her that he would have the need to reassure himself of her return.

Dr. Xavier easily let herself through the doors to his cell. The whole buzzing thing in the beginning now seemed to be just for show. Rolling her eyes at the ease of access, she entered his room silently. His back was to her. His pacing continued until he lifted his head to see her. "You're back." He murmured.

"Of course, I told you I would. I just had to change." He took in her appearance. Her hair was still the same, but her black dress had been replaced by a t-shirt and jeans look. He thought that either outfit was nice. His body seemed to want something from her, but he couldn't discern what it was. Her steps toward him were seemingly more graceful than before. His senses were aware that something was different about her, but he couldn't place it. He inwardly sighed for there had been many things he couldn't place. Before he knew it, she was before him. Her strange yet beautiful eyes staring at him with concern. "How are you feeling?"

"Better than before."

I'm entertaining the idea of moving this shin-dig to the Xavier Institute and allowing Tony Stark meddle. Thoughts?

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