Sorry for the delay, I was away going to a conference and getting drunk (Mainly the second hehe) so anyways, heres the next chapter! Enjoy, and review please!

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As I attempt to find something to occupy my mind that isn't thoughts (thoughts are bad, always bad), I start to count the specks of dirt on the wall. 1,2,3,4….

108,742 dust flecks later I hear the typical swish of a door opening. Only this time it's the one behind me. 108,743.

'Are you guys walking in circles or something?' I don't even bother to look back, but the silence that prevails and the stillness of the body behind me make me turn around. I'd expect them to know I'd have some sort of remark about this, why are they so quiet now? I turn around. 'oh' I gasp, 'Hi birdy, wait no, you aren't birdy. Well I guess you are…' I rest my hand beneath my chin, lost in thought, is he birdy, or is he hawky? But a hawk is a bird so technically he's a birdy, but then what is that guy with wings? He's Falcon, and that's a bird too! Those guys just love to confuse people like you and me, don't they? Well, maybe just me. Ah crap. I lost count. Now I have to start again.

'Hawkeye' He introduces himself stiffly, his arm out for me to shake.

'Oh I see you have better manners than the mental institution behind the secret door' I take his hand and shake it enthusiastically. He cracks a small smile but it dies swiftly as he realises it.

'Who are you? Another recruit?' he takes the seat beside me and places his bow on the table gently, he must love that piece of equipment.

'Sounds like they try to recruit a lot. Well, unless being held for several days against my wishes, being given one tomato soup, though I must say it wasn't bad, having to listen to Steve reminisce about old times and Bucky growl occasionally is part of the recruitment process, no. I'm not another recruit. I'm the girl that tried to kill the spy, woman, thing… I guess.' The reaction was immediate, the man jumped to his feet and took a few steps back, his bow ready to go and arrow in hand.

'You guess?'

'Well yeah, I know I failed, but now they're behind the secret door trying to decide whether I live or not, fun!' I smile, what else could I do? They're back there debating my verdict and I'm here having a nice conversation with Hawky. Birdy. Hawky. Yeah, Hawky is the best nickname. Yeah. I wonder how high he can shoot that thing. Maybe high enough to hit a helicarrier? Oh that'd be fun! How far can he sh-

'Yeah, you failed.'

'Well, I just said I know that, get with the record Birdy.' I reprimand myself mentally, 'Hawky' I correct.

'Hawkeye'

'Shut it Hawky, you're Hawky till I either die or decide you're too boring to give you a nickname. Consider it an honour.' Just as I finish my little lecture the secret door swishes open and a very unhappy Tony Stark steps in, his frown becoming a smile as he sets eyes on Hawky, who is now awkwardly letting the bow hang, seeing as I have no intention of attacking him. Yet.

'Oh hey birdman, I see you've met Foxy here' He motions as if introducing us to each other, then sits across from me.

'Foxy?' Hawkeye asks.

'Hawky, nice to meet you' I give my hand as if letting him shake it again, but just as he goes to grab for it I pull it back and run it through my hair. God I need a shower. I hear Tony snicker while Hawk simply looks at me halfway annoyed halfway amused. Well, he had part of a humour anyways. It was a start.

'Foxy, we came to a decision by the way' Tony turned back to me, smile faltering. Can I relax? Am I let go? Argh, the suspense is killing me! (Possibly literally)

'Yeah?'

'Yeah. Dogs need a fox to chase away from the chicken coop, as you so aptly put it. However!' He raised his finger and wagged it at me. 'Under the condition that I get a sample of your blood!'

'You're letting her go?' Hawky sounds so cute when he can't believe what he just heard!

'Well, yeah' Steve walked in behind Bucky, who stood by the wall with his arms crossed.

'Oh is this Christmas? It is isn't it?' I chant jumping up and down on the spot, excited beyond belief. Oh I was let go! Yes! Then I started to truly think about this. Oh. 'Oh… Oooooh…' my face fell and I stopped hopping. Hydra. I completely forgot about Hydra. Well crack a doodle doo.

'I thought you'd be happy?' I heard Steve smirk, yeah, I heard him smirk, the ass had a smirk so big I didn't even need to look at him. What a…

'Oh I am. Well, I guess I am? I'm not sure'

'You guess a lot, don't you?' I hear Hawkeye from beside me, much closer now that the room was getting crowded.

'Huh? Oh, yeah. I guess I do. Hah! I did it again. I kind of operate on guessing, I guess?'

Ok, brain, relax.

But they basically sent me to death row, a sample of blood the only proof I lived!

I said relax.

But…!

Relax.

I play some classical music in my head, in an attempt to drown out my conflicting thoughts, but somehow that nagging little voice still managed to overpower the strong tones of Tchaikovsky.

They want you dead.

No they don't, shut up.

Why else would they send you out? They want you dead.

No, I said shut up.

They want you dead Fox, everyone wants you dead.

I SAID SHUT UP, I now shout in my own head. By now I realise that I've been in my head for quite a while, I just hope they aren't trying to talk to me.

Everyone wants you dead Ana.

Don't call me that.

Ana.

Stop.

Anastazja.

STOP.

'I said fucking STOP!' I shout with all my might in my head, but the collective gasp from around me made me painfully aware that it wasn't just in my head. 'I… said that out loud, didn't I?' I opened my eyes to look at the group, Steve and a recently arriving Bruce stunned into silence, Bucky nodding his head mouthing a 'yeah' and Tony merely had his arms folded, a scientific look on his face, as if to say 'I'll research that later'.

'Yeah, you did' I hear Bucky say louder, snapping Steve and Bruce out of their trance.

'Uh, sorry about that' I awkwardly giggle as I raise my hand behind my head, rubbing the back of it, as I look around the group again. Steve and Bucky stood closest to me, probably thinking I was having an episode similar to Bucky's ones. Bruce and Tony stood across from me, whispering amongst each other but still holding eye contact with me. Hawky simply stood in a corner disinterested, or at least pretending to be.

'You ok?' Bucky asked, his hand hovering over my arm as if debating between comforting me or not, but my flinch as soon as I noticed that move made him decide against it, the arm unceremoniously falling to his side.

'Yeah… I better go then, don't want to be any more of a pain in the ass, I guess' I giggle again, rubbing the back of my neck some more, it's 100% leaving a red mark, I'm sure of it. I'm really starting to realize what all that entails. First shield, or the remnants of it anyways, offer me, a bat-shit crazy girl, an improvised asylum and now they send me to the people that created me. I'm well aware of what I am made for, and how Hydra want me to be, unlike the Winter Soldier was. I'm also well aware I am only a fraction of the things they want me to be. Getting rid of me was their ultimate plan. Oh am I aware of that now. So they failed at getting rid of me the convenient way, letting me get KIA and brush it under the rug as another attempted terrorism attack. But that failed. And now they will chase me down. They won't stop until I'm 10-feet under, as 6 simply won't cut it. And even then they will dig up my remains to make sure I'm gone for good. And that ape of a blond poster boy is smirking while sending me to certain death.

They want you dead, the voice in my head repeats for the hundredth time.

Yeah. Yeah, they want me dead. I finally agree.

I turn on my heel, an enthusiastic smile on my face. I will not give this ape the satisfaction of seeing me breaking down. No, I'm not going to go down without a fight. I let my eyes scan the male crowd, my eyes lingering on my former literal partner in crime, and the brown eyed scientist that I may not have shared many jokes with, but the ones I did were wonderful. Tony, despite what seemed his best efforts, didn't manage to hide the sad glint from his hypnotising brown, and that little emotion almost made me want to take up shield's offer. I haven't had such an emotional bye in years, especially seeing upset in someone whom I barely know. The last time that occurred was when I was holding a brown eyed kid in my arms for the last time. I wave them all goodbye, and so I turn on my heel, and walk away. My stiletto is clicking on the familiarly coloured floor as I walk. I'd like to think that the clicking had an air of finality to it, the final time I'm wearing those ankle crushing shoes. The final time I'm wearing any shoes, realistically.