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Previously:

A long silence stretches after the transmission ends. Steve breaks that silence.

"They're really gone aren't they? Cam and Aidan, dead."

The moment he says it, makes it all seem so real. I know I'm in denial.

"They just can't be dead, right Nat?" I ask the only person I trust for this news.

She can't be dead. They can't be dead.

I turn to face her. She quietly collapses into a seat, burying her head in her hands. Just like that, with as much emotion as she'll show, she gives up. Just like that my last hope is crushed. Just like that, my only child is dead. Cam and Aidan are dead. I feel my face blank as I slowly sit on the ground. Just like that, it's over.

Aidan's POV

The comforting darkness that I have called my friend for who-knows-how-long was giving way to a pestering light. Bright, annoying, persistent light that cracks through my safe haven of darkness, as I'm shaken awake. Through all the fog clouding my head, I can faintly register someone calling my name.

"Aidan."

If I wake up, if I go to this light, embrace it, I'm bound to feel pain, right? I desperately try to hold on to the darkness, the blissful oblivion without pain, fear, negativity. I try in vain to cover the light breaking through, but the voice is persistent and loud now.

"Aidan."

It's like I'm there but I'm not at the same time. What happened? I have a splitting migraine. I can remember a room, a cold metal table freezing my skin giving me gooses bumps. People, lots of people and bad feelings. One person stands out, on a table like me. Are they in the same position as myself? Are they okay? Who were they? Kenith? Sam? Cal? Kyle?

"Aidan… up! Come….. Aidan!"

"Cam!" I exclaim as I open my eyes and sit up abruptly.

I feel my head rush and feel arms gently support me as I start to fall back to the ground.

"Aidan, you got to slow down. Okay?" He says supporting my body weight.

"I'm so sorry. I sorry Cam, I'm sorry. I'm really, really-" I start crying.

"Aidan! Calm down. What are you going on about?" Cam tries to calm me.

"I'm sorry I said and did all that Cam. I'm sorry I dragged you into this mess. It's all my fault! I'm sorry Cam, really I am!" I hysterically cry out.

"It's okay. It's okay, I forgive you, Aidan, I forgive you." He says calmly rubbing my back while gently embracing me.

After a while of me just freaking out, I slowly come back to my senses. I leave the comfort of Cam's chest and arm and take note that we're in a small clearing surrounded by many trees in all directions. Almost familiar, scratch that, very familiar.

'Wait a minute, I know this place.'

Through my thoughts I can hear Cam ranting about something.

"Cam. Cam! I-I think I know where we are." I say.

"Yeah, we're in the woods." He replies sarcastically.

"No, not that!" I swat his arm.

"Trees equals woods, Aidan." He says exasperatedly.

"No shit! I think we're in the woods in the town I grew up in in Canada. Close to a place I would always-" I stopped as I realized exactly where we were.

"I know where to go. Follow me!" I yell over my shoulder as I get up and start running.

Without waiting for Cam's response I jump over foliage to a hidden path. I take off running at full speed in the direction I know the Sabin to be. After all, I practically rebuilt the damn thing and spent countless hours wandering these woods. A second later and I can hear Cam's foot steps trailing behind me. After five minutes of running, Cam decides to break the silence.

"Where are we going?"

"Some place safe." Was my only reply.

"And that would be where?" He asks.

I ignore his question as the cabin comes into my field of vision. I put on a burst of speed, all I'm worth to get there as quickly as I can, jumping over tree roots and ducking under branches.

"Wait up!" I hear Cam call.

I stop a few feet short of the cabin. Despite just flat out running for a little over five minutes, I'm not even tired or breaking a sweat. About two seconds later Cam stops just behind me. A quick glance at him and I know he's in the same condition as myself.

"Aidan-" Cam starts.

"Shut up and follow me." I cut him off quietly.

'What the hell?' I hear Cam, but his voice sounds almost like its echoing.

'Oh my God! Why can't he be just a little bit quieter?'

"You want me to be quiet? Fine I'll be quiet!" He says hotly.

"I didn't say anything." I hiss at him.

"Yes, you did." He insists.

"No I didn't. I only th-" I stop short, coming to a realization.

Cam must have my abilities after my blood was transferred to him, which means I must have his.

"Cam, I didn't say anything! I thought it! You read my mind! You can read minds!" I exclaim.

"What? How?" He asks dumbfounded.

"My blood." I state.

"Okay." He says looking at me as if I'm starting to go crazy.

"Oh, don't give me that look. It's true."

"Alright."

We both stop talking as we approach the cabin. I open the door and walk straight in without hesitation. The sight I find on the other side is both a happy and sad one. I can see my five friends all curled up sleeping. Sissy was curled up next to her brother Sam while he was sitting with his head tilted back off the couch. Adam, somehow, was taking up two armchairs, Hanna was sprawled out across the back of the couch, narrowly avoiding Sam's head, and Mark was passed out on the floor. We step further into the cabin. A few steps further and the door closed by itself, slammed really.

Sam and Sissy both jumped, hitting their heads together, Adam bashed his head on one of the chairs then, none too gracefully, fell to the ground, Hanna fell off the back of the couch, hitting the floor with a thud, and Mark just jumped up, surprisingly not hitting anything. They all start looking around for the source of the noise.

"Shit." Cam said.

"I forgot about the door. I should really fix that next." I mused with my back to the group, having turned around when the door slammed.

"Who are you?" I can hear Mark take charge.

"I have no clue what you're talking about, I think?" I make a poor attempt.

"Really, that's the best you came up with?" Cam asks in disbelief.

"Oh shut it. I could have left you in the woods." I reply.

"Yeah? And you would have felt like shit." He smirks.

"…Maybe." I slowly answer.

"What the Hell! Who are you?" I hear Adam exclaim.

"Aidan?" Marks voice is full of hope.

I cringe and slowly turn around, facing my friends.

"Hey?" I say hesitantly.

"But- How?" Hanna stammers.

"I ran?" Still sounding like I'm questioning everything.

"You're dead!" Sissy exclaims.

"No," I say. "I'm very much alive."

"I'm sorry." Sam says out of the blue.

"Say what now?" I say focusing my attention on Sam.

"I was a jerk. Please, forgive me."

"It's fine, it's in the past Sam."

"But-"

"Sam, don't even try it. I will come over there and smack you upside the head right now."

"That's our Aidan." Hanna said breaking out into a smile.

By the looks of things, everyone has accepted I'm back. Everyone, except Mark.

"The Avengers said you were dead." Mark says with such raw emotion that doesn't belong in his voice.

"The Avengers? They were here?" Cam asks so full of hope, yet so quiet.

"Mark, I'm not dead." I say stepping forward slightly.

Al, of the sudden Mark rushes over to me and embraces me tightly. I can feel a wet spot forming on my right shoulder as I return his embrace. We stand silently embracing each other for around five minutes before Mark has collected himself enough to separate. Adam breaks the silence,

"Good to have you back Double A."

I walk over to him with a smile, then punch his left shoulder.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"I told you to stop calling me 'Double A', Adam."

"Yup. She's back." Hanna says again.

"Aidan, who's the boy?" She asks.

"Boy? Imma teen, not a boy!" Cam cries out.

"Cam, you've been around the Starks' too much." I chuckle.

"God, you're right!" He laughs with a big, sincere smile stretching across his face.

"Everyone, this is Cam Rogers. Cam this is Sam, his sister Sissy, the twins Adam and Mark, and their younger sister, Hanna."I say gesturing to everyone respectively.

"Wait a minute. Rogers? As in the son of Captain America?" Sam asked astonished.

"Yup, the one and only." He replies cheekily.

"Cam!" I say smacking him on the chest, but smiling none the less.

"Okay, okay." He said, laughing. "I'm done."

After that we stayed up until mid-night, just talking and catching up. Around that time, Cam and I decided to get some sleep, all things considered.

"Really?" Adam asks mockingly.

"G'night peeps!" I say walking towards the shared girls room with my head thrown back, arms up and both hands with peace signs.

"Night!" Mark calls out after me with a chuckle.

Hanna and Sissy followed me.

"Alright Cam, follow us." I faintly hear Mark say.

After the girls were in the room with me I shut the door.

"So," Hanna starts.

"So?" I ask.

"Do you like him?" Sissy joins in.

"Like who?" I ask, hoping to avoid the topic.

"The guy you came with!" Sissy whisper-yells.

"Cam." Hanna fills in.

"Yeah, Cam." Sissy finishes.

"Yeah, I-" I get cut off by Hanna.

"I knew it!" She shouts loudly, excitedly.

"If you let me finish. I was going to say he's a great friend." I reply.

"But, you do like him." Hanna insists.

"Why would you say that?" I ask, slightly nervous.

"You're blushing slightly." She says breaking into a huge smile, looking towards Sissy.

'Shit.'

'What's wrong?'

'I feel like I'm being interrogated in here.'

'Same. What should we do?'

'Answer truthfully? I think?'

"Wouldn't matter if I did, I've only known him for about a week." I say to the girls.

"Your point?" Sissy asks.

"That's not enough time to get to know him." I attempt.

"Aidan! He obviously likes you!" Sissy tries again. "Just go for it."

"On a completely different subject," I change tactic, "I'm tired. You've kept me up until one in the morning. I'm going to sleep now and I'm not going to listen to either of you. Good night."

"Fine." Hanna sighs.

"Good night Aidan." Sissy replies, stifling a yawn.

Cam's POV

"Alright Cam, follow us." Mark says after the girls left the common room.

"Uh, sure." I say stupidly.

I follow the other guys to a room just across from the one that the girls disappeared into.

"So you're Captain America's kid?" Adam asks.

"As we have already established, yes." I say.

"Do you like her?" Mark asks, changing the topic so suddenly it takes a minute for his question to register.

Before I can say anything Adam and Sam both reply at the same time,

"What?"

"Like who?" I finally manage to ask.

"Aidan." He says her name like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Just that one word, her shortened name, sends my heart racing.

"What?!" I cry out, my eyes widening considerably.

"Ha! He does!" Adam laughed.

I could feel my face was warm, like it was on fire and I looked down to the floor. Once his laughter died down I could feel my face return to normal, and the room grew suddenly quiet. All the sudden we can hear Hanna shouting,

"I knew it!"

'Shit.' I hear Aidan in my head.

'What's wrong?'

'I feel like I'm being interrogated in here.'

'Same. What should we do?'

'Answer truthfully? I think?'

And just like that she's gone again.

"Kinda. Maybe-ish." I mumble awkwardly.

I feel my face flush again, but I don't look down this time. I look straight at Mark, my biggest obstacle in this room.

"Treat her well. You hurt her, I don't care who you are, I will find you and break you." He says evenly, looking me in the eye.

I just raise my left eyebrow at him.

"On to another subject, it's like one in the morning, so good night. Or would you say good morning if you decide to go to bed at one in the morning? Whatever, I'm going to sleep now." I say slightly flustered.

'Great, now I must look like an idiot.' I think to myself before I turn over and fall asleep.

I wake up with my head feeling foggy. I sit up only to find I was sleeping on the floor. A cold, cement floor. I look around and see I'm in a cell. As I'm trying to get my bearings, the door opens and two men drag me out. I'm too tired and bewildered go fight back or ask any questions. I'm lead to a pitch dark room then secured to a chair before the men leave.

Five minutes later, when my eyes have adjusted, the lights are suddenly turned on. It causes me to squint my eyes as I'm temporarily blinded. When my eyes adjust yet again, I see something I wish I never did.

Aidan.

Aidan was chained up to the celling, both arms stretched above her head, body slumped over, looking like a punching bag. The men re-entered the room with knives and many other tools. They proceed to slowly kill her and I can do nothing but watch.

I struggle my hardest, trying to free myself of the bonds restricting me from helping her. Only one problem. I can't move. I can't even blink or turn my head. I try calling out to her, to tell her I'll get us out of this, but I can't speak, I have no voice.

By the time they stop, she's nothing more than a bloody mess. I feel my blood freeze and my heart stop when she finally utters five words, almost inaudible,

"Why didn't you help me?"

I woke with a start my breathing heavy, tears in my eyes and tear stains on my cheeks. I frantically look around the room I'm in. The floor is wooden, not concrete. There are beds, not a lone chair. I am, however, alone. I turn my head to find a clock. It reads 8:17AM. I take a moment to collect myself before I stand up and walk to the door. Once in the small hallway, I can hear many people talking. I stand in a corner and just listen to everyone before I hear a familiar voice, Aidan.

I spot her at a small oven in a small kitchen.

'Right. Aidan and I are at a cabin with her friends.'

"Hey sleepyhead," Aidan says without looking up.

"Bathroom's back down the hall, after the bedrooms." She looks up with a half smile.

"Thanks." I half mumble as I walk back towards the bathroom.

Aidan's POV

I wake up at six, like I usually do. I slowly sit up in my bed and bring my knees to my chest. I had a horrible night and I'm pretty sure it shows. If I had my way, I would never sleep again. I started sleeping peacefully when I was plagued by non-stop nightmares, all night, transitioning like a slow, horrible slideshow of my life twisted. Not all of it was night mares though, some were memories.

It started with Anthony Jones beating me as a young child, then the first time I died as Canada's Little Angel. I also dreamt of my first kidnapping, both the memory and the twisted way a brain makes nightmares. I even had nightmares of the nightmares I had after my first kidnapping. My nightmares quickly morphed into the second kidnapping, with Cam. The first with him was everything that had happened to me only happened to him while I watched. The other, I was the one causing harm to him.

I get up from the bed and shake my head, trying to rid my brain of my thoughts and nightmares, as I head down to the small bathroom at the back of the cabin. I quickly clean up. I skip looking in the mirror as I don't want to see how I look after that unforgettable night with restless sleep. I return to the shared girls room to find both Hanna and Sissy awake, close to tears. I look to the clock and see that it's been almost two hours since I woke, 7:47AM.

"Well. That took longer than I thought." I say.

"We thought we had a weird, sick, twisted dream that you were back when we didn't find you in your bed when we woke up." Hanna said as a tear escaped her right eye.

"Nope, you're stuck with me for now." I force a smirk, trying to act normal.

"Why don't you two go wake up your brothers while I start on breakfast?" I ask.

"Yeah, okay. Come on Hanna."

"'Kay."

I watch my two friends leave to freshen up before waking the guys. I get to the kitchen and start making French toast, bacon, eggs, pancakes, fruit and yogurt for breakfast at eight o'clock. Everyone, except Cam, enter the kitchen. They're talking but I opt to get lost in my thoughts, tuning out my friends. My thoughts are interrupted but those of Cam's.

'Right. Aidan and I are at a cabin with her friends.'

"Hey sleepyhead." I say without looking up, busy flipping a piece of French toast.

"Bathroom's back down the hall, after the bedrooms." I say finally looking up with a half smile.

I catch him mumble a thanks before he turns and heads for the bathroom. He re-enters the kitchen a few minutes later while e erroneous is serving them selves food. I quietly pass him a little bit of food, knowing the effects of food after practically being starved for a week. He flashes me a small smile of gratitude before eating. After breakfast, Mark and Adam do the dishes while we headed to the small gym with everyone else.

"So, who has a phone with reception?" I ask the group.

"Currently, absolutely no one." Sam says.

"You'd have to go into town to make a call." Sissy replies.

"Just yesterday, before you both showed up here, your cell tower crashed." Hanna explains to my confused look.

"Damn." I say. "Horrible luck. Oh well, we'll just have to take a trip into town then."

"Alright."

"I'm in."

"Sure."

"What's up?"

"Going into town."

"Okay."

"With ya."

"Ah, so much talking!" I laugh.

"I agree." Cam said.

"Of course you would." Adam mutters.

"What?" Cam asks.

"Nothing!" Adam says quickly. "Uh, you said something about going to town?"

I laugh at Adams antics, "Yes, Adam."

"For?" Mark asks.

"A call." Cam says simply.

"When?"

"Now."

"Like that?"

"Yeah?"

"Look at yourselves."

Cam and I look down and finally realize the attire we are in. Tattered, dirty and blood stained white T-shirts, torn black pants, no shoes, cuts, scrapes and bruises covering our bodies and faces. All in all, we look like we got hit by a train. Twice.

"Meh. We should be fine." I say, not concerned.

"Seriously?!" Hanna exclaims.

"Yeah, we don't have to go all the way into town, just to the edge of the woods." I reply.

"Fine." Hanna grumbles.

Jamie's POV

Today marks the end of a week. Cam and Aidan-Auryon had been kidnapped a week ago. I haven't slept once, barely eaten anything either, I was too worried. Everyone else is in just about the same condition, even at school we were practically on auto pilot. Everyone knew what happened, no one really bugged us.

Last night we got a call from dad in Canada. They said they were coming back home. Everyone was hopeful, until he said they were dead, my friends were killed. I cried for hours after that call ended, my brother holding me. We got permission from our remaining parents to stay home from school as the news was leaked to the media and we were too grief stricken to focus today.

I've sat in my room all day, knees to my chest crying and staring at the wall. I haven't let anyone in, not even mom or Damion. I decide I need to move and get somewhere, other than my room.

I go to Aidan's room and crawl through her open vents. When I emerge from the vents I just stare at something colourful and happy. A few minutes of staring at it and I understand it's a painting. I can see Cam's style in it, and another I presume to be Aidan's. I slide down the wall and continue to stare at it before I burst into tears again, knowing I'll never see my friends again.

If I ever find who took them, I will kill them. I will not hesitate. I don't care how, I don't care when. They will pay with their life. My eyesight finally turns black as I slip into oblivion.

Ethan's POV

I lay awake in my bed staring at my celling. It's only been a week. Seven days. I feel like it's been longer, too long. Now, they're dead. Dead. The word sounds so familiar, yet so foreign. Familiar because our parents are Avengers, yet foreign because death has only occluded once in our family. Cam's mother. Now, Cam and Aidan-Auryon.

My melancholy thoughts are disrupted as my cell phone rings. Unknown Name. Unknown Number. I don't care at this point, I just answer the phone.

"Hello? Ethan a Banner speaking."

"Good, I dialled the right number."

"Not to be rude, but who's calling?"

"Uh. Aidan and Cam?"

"They're dead."

"Very much alive, Banner."

"Prove it."

"Aidan's first morning, we woke everyone up with water guns. Why do you think we're dead?"

"Uh, yeah. Okay. Tony called last night saying you guys were dead."

"Why?"

"Your captors sent a video."

"What?!"

"Uh, never mind."

"Fine. Call one of the Avengers. We have to go, people are looking at us weirdly."

"What? Why?"

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Damn," I whisper. "I gotta call dad."

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

"Hello?"

"Dad,"

"Hello, Ethan."

"Cam and Aidan-Auryon-"

"I'm sorry Ethan-"

"Don't be, they're alive."

"No, they're not."

"They just called me and told me something only they could."

"What do you mean? Where are they?"

"Jarvis, can you trace my previous call?"

Outskirts of Peterborough, Ontario, Canada.

"You catch that dad?"

"Yeah, we're turning around now."

"Alright. Be safe. Love you dad."

"Love you too, Ethan."

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Well, that went well."

Aidan's POV

"Well, that was fun." I say. "Back to the woods!"

"Yes, people are staring." Cam agrees.

We head back through the woods on the trail until we break off and go to the cabin. We decide to watch a movie. I take the first off the pile and put it in the PS3. The movie was Day Breakers. We all sat in comfortable silence, relaxing and watching the movie. When it was over, the door burst open and twelve people rush in.

"I swear to God, if that door is broken, all of you are paying to make this cabin brand new." I say before I register who entered the cabin.

"Aidan!"

"Cam!"

I hear many relieved yells before Cam and I are engulfed in a none crushing group hug. Cam and I let it go on for a while before we had to stop it.

"Can't-"

"Breath!"

Cam and I breath out in each other's faces. The way everyone had hugged us we were in a position where Cam was slightly bent over and about an inch from my face. When everyone separates we realize how close we were and blush. Before we can say anything, Steve pulls Cam into a hug and my parents do the same to me. As I'm stuck between my mom and dad, the sudden realization of the past week washes over me. I start to feel safe as I'm in my parents arms.

I don't know how long we hugged for, but I never wanted it to end. Unfortunately we don't always get what we want. Once out of the embrace, I felt exhausted. Time went by in a blur. I didn't notice anything until we were in a jet.

"You should lie down, Aidan." Steve gently tells me.

"Cam, too." My dad chimes in.

'Gee. Nothing like being told to do something.'

'Yeah, but I am really tired now.'

"Touché." I say out loud.

"What?" My mom asks.

"Uh, nothing. Just tired and thinking."

"Then lie down. We'll wake you when we're home."

"Okay."I yawn as I lie down.

I close my eyes and within seconds, I'm in a deep sleep. I'm shaken awake in what feels like a few minutes.

"Mmmnn. Go 'way." I mumble while lazily swatting whoever was trying to wake me.

"Aidan, come on. You can sleep when we get inside." They say softly.

"Mehrengretem." I mumble.

"Alright then,"someone chuckles as they pick me up.

After a few minutes of being carried, I'm set down gently on, what I presume to be, my bed. Whoever carried me carried me tucked me in. For the first time in a week, I finally feel completely safe. I let myself be dragged back to darkness. I knew as soon as I slipped into sleep, it would not be peaceful.

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