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It had taken Thor and Stark to move him, but Captain America lay on the stainless steel bench in front of me. He was still wearing his uniform; the red, blue and white making me smile slightly. Very patriotic in a country where its citizens didn't understand that they were handing their freedom over to the corporate fat cats and the army they paid so much to keep them safe and invade every detail of their lives.

He had no idea of the new world he was about to be brought into- quite forcefully, I might add. I decided that no matter what the circumstances were, I would be his ally- I think I needed one what with the guards at my back in case I tried to kill somebody.

'You know, it's a bit hard to revive somebody through solid five foot block of ice,' I said drolly.

'Yes, I was about to get to that,' Stark said, pressing a button on his wrist. A laser cut through the ice with amazing precision- enough that it was almost like an exoskeleton. A wave of hot air melted the exoskeleton, and I moved forward, placing my hand on his chest.

The green pulsed out from beneath my hands and enveloped us both in a green shield.

'This hurts!' I gasped, feeling white-hot pain radiate up my arm and through my body. I pushed it back and tried to focus on the task in front of me, but to no avail. The pain kept going.

All of a sudden, he drew in a massive breath, and his eyes fluttered open.

'Who are you?' he asked. I placed a finger on his lips and pushed him back down on the table.

'My name is Alex, and I'm healing you. Don't waste all your energy, and get some rest.'

Thor crossed over to where I was standing, with my hands over Captain America's chest. I could feel that he was almost healed.

'Alexis, you look unwell,' Thor said, peering down at me with concern.

'I'm going to… faint,' I murmured, feeling my knees go weak as they collapsed beneath me. I knew that I had pushed myself too far- my headache was still there too.

Clint reached out and caught me as I fell. As his skin made contact with mine, I felt the memories of the base well up, triggered by the memory of the few times this had happened with me.

Then there was nothing but black.

'That had to have been one of the most pathetic excuses for a healing exercise I have ever seen.'

Kane stood over me. This was an earlier memory- before he had told me who he actually was. I was ten.

'I am sorry, sir. It will not happen again.' I think this was also when my superiors were slightly more lenient about when I spoke. However, it must have been one word too many, because he punched me in the face.

'What if you were on a field assignment, Pixie? Your whole team would have died!' he roared.

I glanced over to where the men were standing. A much younger Chase and a much younger Joe stared back at me. Joe was cradling his ribs, which I knew had been broken for me to try healing.

'Yessir,' I muttered, and reached out to Joe, who took his hands momentarily off his ribs.

Kane flew at me and knocked me to the ground.

'No, you can heal yourself first!' he bellowed, and broke my jaw by slamming his fist into it. I heard it crack before I felt the pain. The same went for my ribs and hipbones.

As I lay there in a broken heap, Kane began muttering. 'Stupid child. You will never learn.'

He left me there, as I began dragging myself over to where my team lay, in a pile of broken bones.

Chase reached out and grabbed my hand, using himself as a channel for my powers, which he directed to the rest of the team. I just stared at him, occasionally wincing when I drew in a marginally larger breath than the small pants I was forced to breathe in.

'It'll be alright, Alex. Just remember, team mates look out for each other,' he told me, finally chancing a whisper.

Kane stomped in and kicked me hard, right in the broken ribs. 'Emotions will be your downfall, Alex. Remember that.'

I glared defiantly up at him, before his boot was raised and he smashed it into my head.

'NO!' I screamed, sitting up in the bed that I appeared to be resting in. The visuals from the memory still hadn't faded, and neither had the injuries. 'I cannot be back. Please, no!' I sobbed.

I don't think I could have handled being back. It was sort of funny because only two weeks ago I had been wishing that I could go back to the way my life had been. Now, I don't think anything could make me want to go back.

'You know, you aren't anything like your file suggests,' a voice said from beside me. I didn't jump- my military training had basically taught me not to.

'I am not like anything anybody expects,' I grumbled. 'Anyway, are you not supposed to be scared of me? Or avoiding me, like everybody else is?'

'I've only been awake for sixteen hours. Give a guy a break.'

'Okay, I will, but only if you help me over to where Clint is so I can heal his injuries. I accidentally Shared some stuff with him.'

The mystery figure noticed my capital letter. 'Share?' he inquired, coming around to the side of the bed and helping me up.

'It's where I telepathically relay memories to another person. If I get injured- which happens a lot in my memories- then I inflict those injuries on both myself and those who view it. Clint would have a variety of broken bones- ribs, hips, jaw and a skull fracture. Am I right?'

The figure paused for a second. 'Yes, you are. You said you could heal him?'

'Pretty much,' I said, spreading my hands out and placing them on Clint's chest. As the green spread out, I watched the stranger to gauge his reaction. In the dim lighting, I could see that he was shocked.

'I have never met anybody who could do something like that. You're pretty lucky,' he eventually managed to stammer out.

Beneath my hands, Clint took a deep breath and drifted into a deeper sleep, meaning he was healed and that I could move away from him.

I wiggled my fingers, watching as the tips lit up- a trick I had learnt to do when I was seven and was being taught my energy exercises. 'Everything comes with a price. Mine was my freedom- I realise now that I would never trade it for all of the cool powers in the world.'

The man stared at me for a minute. 'I must admit, I haven't read your file. What makes you so-?'

'Pragmatic?' I finished for him. He nodded, and I relaxed the tension in my shoulders. 'I guess it would be a few things- I was raised to be a weapon, I saw things no person my age has seen before, I realised what freedom was like. I've learnt that you always need to be realistic whilst journeying through life. Everybody has their own hopes and dreams, but they are just that- hopes and dreams. If you don't succeed in attaining them, you can't help but feel you've failed in life.'

The man sat down and blew out a sigh.

'May I ask what made you like this?'

I shrugged. 'Easy. I was just born really lucky.'

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