Odessa stayed in her room, or rather Steve's room, for the length of the day. She wasn't in the mood for any kind of socializing, except maybe with Bruce. She found herself in a profound calmness when she was with him. Like a large weight was being lifted off her shoulders every time he entered the room and (little did she know) he felt the same way.

She had stayed in the same spot Bruce had left her in earlier that morning for almost half an hour until she found it silly that she wasn't up exploring. She had found the 'universal remote' (as tony called it) for Steve's room. She had already discovered Spotify (after quite a bit of trial and error) and was now listening to The White Stripes, which she decided she really enjoyed, along with Lorde and My Chemical Romance. She had also discovered Steve's copy of Les Miserables, and Lord of the Rings and was flipping through Les Mis now.

She sat cross legged on top of the now not so tidy; bed her fingers lingering on each page of the thick book as she mouthed the already memorized words to fell in Love with a Girl. The book had a strange familiarity to it that she couldn't quite pin point.

"There's no way I've already read it." She thought as she closed the book and pondered the cover.

"Less Mizrabells…." She said aloud, completely failing at the proper pronunciation of the title.

"I believe its pronounced Les Miserables." JARVIS replied, his accent contorting the words perfectly.

Odessa squealed and jolted back at the disembodied voice speaking to her.

"My apologies Miss Brawn; I did not mean to startle you."

"wh… what are you?" she asked as she sat up on her knees, her eyes franticly scanning the ceiling where she had heard the voice.

"I am JARVIS. Mr. Stark's digital personal assistant and I will aid you in all of your endeavors if you wish me to do so." He responded quaintly.

"um… okay…" Odessa thought of the possibilities this JARVIS could offer. "what do you know about Les Miserables?" her voice remained cautious and suspicious as she spoke.

"Les Miserables, a book written by Victor Hugo in 1862 discussing French Revolution and human suffering, later converted into a Broadway musical and most recently a movie, staring Hugh Jackman, Anne Hathaway and Russell Crowe."

"can I see the movie please?" she requested as she slowly felt more comfortable talking to JARVIS.

Her music switched off and Steve's TV mounted in the wall in front of her flicked on causing her to scooch closer to the edge of the bed.

The music started and she immediately remembered why it was so familiar.

Gruff hands pressed the last of the electrodes to her scalp carelessly and wordlessly.

He pressed a series of buttons on the thick television until the screen glowed, showing the words 'France 1815'.

He quickly moved to the computers at his desk across the room and observed the screens.

she whimpered through her gag as she sat helplessly in the mildewy chair. he glared at her mercilessly and placed the awkward metal headpiece on her forehead.

She had to strain to keep her eyes from crossing as tears drained from them and the vibrating volts streaked through her brain. She couldn't even hear herself screaming through the thick buzz filled her skull and numbed her whole body.

Gruff hands pressed the last of the electrodes to her scalp carelessly and wordlessly.

He pressed a series of buttons on the thick television until the screen glowed, showing the words 'France 1815'.

He quickly moved to the computers at his desk across the room and observed the screens.

"god damn it!" he roared as he slammed his fist on the keyboard. Odessa cringed.

"Stop the movie."

Odessa eyed the book in front of her like it was a feral animal that could reach out and bite her at any moment.

She put her hand out abruptly and shot a powerful blast against it, knocking it to the other side of the room but continued to stare it down.

Her ears pricked slightly at the sound of footsteps.

Another side effect of human testing is acute senses. She could hear footsteps from a mile away if she focused and the same precision applied to the rest of her senses. She would be impressed if it didn't sicken her.

There was a knock on the door and she almost jumped.

"Hello?"

"It's Bruce… may I come in?"

Odessa aimed her hand at the door and started a slow pull until it opened to show the timid scientist wringing his hands nervously as he stood outside the door.

Odessa leapt from the bed and flung herself at doctor banner, almost knocking him down in the process.

"I knew there was something missing I knew it! I just didn't know what it was!" she wailed, almost in tears as she clung to his chest.

"Odessa slow down. What happened?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Brain washed… I was brain washed." She replied, her breath like a stuttering pant.

"I'm… I'm so sorry…" Bruce stood holding her for a moment, enjoying how well she fit against his chest.

"Have you been in here all day?" he asked with a twinge of worry.

She bit her lip, wondering if she shouldn't have stayed inside all day "…yeah" the innocent somberness in her voice made his heart ache.

"You haven't eaten?" he looked into her eyes which were so enchantingly looking back, deeply into his. The teal stripe through her eyes twinkled in a way that made him want nothing more than her.

"No…" her voice was much calmer now; Bruce had that effect on her.

"Come on." He said with a slight beam, "were getting you out of here."

Bruce led his wide eyed vision down the hallway from Steve's room and headed to the elevator to see Bucky already waiting at the metal doors.

"Hey, where ya goin'?" he asked nonchalantly as he glanced at the pair.

"Food and maybe a movie." Bruce replied simply but smiling, something Bucky had never seen before.

"Clint ordered Chinese half an hour ago care to join us?" Bucky invited with a charming expression.

Bruce turned to Odessa, "Chinese?"

Odessa smiled slightly at the offer, "I don't think I've ever had it."

"Sure if that's okay with Clint."

"He'll get over it."

Bruce sat down on the couch and motioned Odessa to sit next to him. She sat cross legged with a box of low main in her lap.

"where are the… a… uh…" she searched for the word but Clint new what she meant.

"chop sticks?" he asked from the chair next to her. "right there." He answered as he pointed to a pile of chopsticks at the center of the glass coffee table in the middle of the room.

Odessa extended her pointer finger and her thumb and released a steady pull on one of the packages until it reached her fingers.

If Hawkeye's jaw could have fallen off of his face it would.

"how!?" Clint asked like a little kid who had just seen a magic trick as he watched Odessa fumble with her chopsticks.

"She's a mutant." Wanda replied as she took a bite of chicken curry, "class six."

Clint's face that was full of amazement now added confusion. "But the mutant scale only goes to five."

"And?" she responded as Clint looked from Wanda to Odessa and back again

"Genetic testing." Odessa explained, still fumbling with her chopsticks which Bruce took notice of and guided her hands so that she held them correctly. Just her touch made Bruce blush slightly.

"What else can you do?!"Clint continued to question ecstatically.

"Perhaps Miss Brawn shouldn't display her abilities at this moment in time." Vision intervened.

"Yeah maybe later. I'm still working out some of the kinks…" Odessa agreed.

"Damn."

"But how do you already have such good control over your powers already?" Wanda asked, she had wondered about how she could control them so well without any training that she knew of at least. Most people would have power flairs at random times, just by accident, but the only ones Odessa had had she wasn't completely conscious.

"Well after I escaped I was on my own for a few weeks so, I had plenty of time to get familiar with what I could do." She replied as she picked at her noodles, still trying to get used to using two wooden sticks instead of a fork.

"How did you escape?" just as the words left Clint's mouth Wanda glared at him, he knew better then to just ask something that might trigger another attack, but it was too late and Odessa didn't seem bothered by it at all.

"I slit his throat." She replied with a cold confidence that completely contradicted her innocent face to a point where it gave Clint chills. Wanda's eyes widened at this. She thought herself pretty good at understanding people (when she wasn't reading their minds of course) and this defiantly caught her off guard. Bruce didn't judge her for it however as little as he enjoyed thinking about the topic, that man deserved it. Enough said.

"Tasha would like you."

Something shiny caught the light and it got Odessa attention. This was the first time she hadn't seen James in a long sleeve shirt or a hoodie and his silvery metallic arm peaked her interest.

"What happened to your arm?" Odessa asked now in a much sweeter tone.

"Prosthetic." He said plainly.

'That's all I really needed to know.' She thought to herself. She wasn't really one to question things. Especially metal arms.

What movie are we gunna see?" Bucky asked after he recovered from hearing what Odessa said.

"Beauty and the Beast." Wanda answered her accent rolling the words exquisitely.

"Yeah, Nat's not here to veto it so, were gunna watch it while we can." Clint said with a mouth full of eggroll.

Wanda and Vision didn't pay much attention to the movie. They were both talking to each other mentally occasionally making the other laugh.

Bucky just sat on the floor right in front of the screen and didn't take his eyes off it.

Clint spent most of the time in the hall, talking into his ear piece, making sure Natasha was safe. He hated not being with her. But she insisted on leaving and there wasn't anything he could do.

Odessa watched the movie attentively, half smiling at every musical number. She spent the whole movie resting against Bruce's arm, which they both found very comfortable and made Bruce's cheeks turn pink once she rested her head on his shoulder. Bruce had a hard time focusing on the movie. He didn't want to take his eyes off of her. She smiled so rarely, and he loved the way her perfect lips curved as she watched.

By the time the movie finished Odessa was asleep and no one wanted to wake her up from such a sound sleep. So Clint carried her to Steve's room like a baby and Bruce followed him just to make sure she got there okay.

Clint laid her down and made his way out of her room, walking next to Dr. Banner.

"Ya know, you're awfully sweet on that girl." Clint said as he walked, with a hint of mischievousness in his voice.

"I- uh, she- we-…. No." Bruce stuttered in reply.

"Aw come on. You know I'm right. But she actually doesn't seem to mind you at all. I mean, this girl has been here, what?, four days? And she's comfortable enough to snuggle up on you for like two hours straight. That says something." Clint said confidently as he closed the door to Steve's apartment.

"You think?" Bruce asked with a quiet hopefulness.

"Hell yeah. And not to mention she's gorgeous. I mean, damn. And she cut that guys throat. Awesome."