OI! I think I'm done this story. I've already started the next story, Season 5 for NANOWRIMO. there's a chance i might not start posting that until December but we shall see. Until then, I will post this but there's only a couple chapters left...

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Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue. Unless your Cat, she's mine. ANd she can only be used with permission. but like,JUST ASK.

Let's gooooooo, and please review, it is my food.

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Cat gasped, sitting straight up and grabbing at her heart, double checking to see if there was a wound there. Heavy gauze was taped to her and she ripped it away, frowning at the stitched up wound. It still looked angry and red. She glanced down at her right arm in confusion as it throbbed beneath what she could only suspect was some kind of Wakanda cast. She should've been healed by now, long before anyone would have needed to stitch her up.

"Thank fucking god."

Arms wrapped around her, crushing her to a very male chest and she groaned at the pain that lanced through her chest. The Guy holding her whispered an apology as he loosened his grip and she recognized the voice and the scent but what got her was the two arms wrapped around her. One was warm and fleshy, the other, hard, cold and unyielding.

"Am I still in your head? I'm still hurt and you have two arms." She mumbled against his chest.

Bucky pulled back, a grin on his face as he looked down at her. "I got a new arm. They checked my head, they think all the triggers are gone so Shuri gave me the new arm she was working on. There's still some bugs to fix but it's way better and you did it."

Cat's face lit up with genuine happiness before her brow furrowed in confusion. "Wait, wait, wait. How long was I out for? Why was I out for? What the hell happened?"

"You died, a lot." A new voice informed her and she looked up to see Steve there, looking down at her in concern, his arms crossed over his chest.

"How long was I in his head for?"

"Hours." Steve replied. "Maybe more. I lost track. But I stayed outside of the cell like you asked; also because Wanda made me, she said I could kill you guys otherwise. But whatever was going on in there, happened to your bodies. You had a broken nose, at one point, you guys both had a fair share of bullet wounds, moments later, they were just gone. Then you started bleeding from a chest wound. You finally let go of Bucky and fell down. He woke up, you didn't, and you weren't breathing."

"We did CPR." Bucky told her.

"As best we could with you bleeding like that. Wanda ran and got help and we got you up here. Apparently your heart kept stopping. It's been weeks, Cat." Steve finished.

She groaned. "I will pay you both not to tell Stiles."

"I think that ship has sailed." Bucky said. "I got threatened with your wolf pack again, only problem is, they can't find me."

"I'm so dead." Cat muttered before hastily looking up at the two men. "Ignore that not so funny joke. Why am I not healed? If I've been out that long, I should be healed."

"Something about you constantly dying so your healing wasn't kicking in. At least Shuri and the doctors think so. But they're unsure since they haven't worked on anyone like you before." Steve informed her, his expression turned to one of guilt. "I even broke your arm when they asked me to, to try and trigger your healing but that didn't work either."

Cat held up her arm again to stare at the cast. "Well, this has all been a major mindfuck, now hasn't it?"

Steve sighed, stepping forward and throwing his arms around her in a hug. "I'm sorry for what you've gone through but I can't thank you enough for saving Bucky. You have no idea what it means to me."

He finally pulled back and she gave his arm a small squeeze. "Knowing what I know now, I would do it again in a heartbeat, except I'd probably duck at the last door and ignore the whole getting shot in the heart. I'm so tired of being shot and stabbed."

He gave a low chuckle. "You're probably in the wrong business than, kid. I'll give you guys some time to talk and tell the others you're awake."

He left, leaving Cat alone with Bucky and she grinned at him. "Captain America finally submitted to my charms."

Bucky burst out laughing. "I knew it was only a matter of time."

She stared at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "You're lighter now."

He looked down at himself. "I didn't lose that much weight, if anything, I've been hungrier since we finished."

She laughed, shaking her head. "No, I mean, you're lighter now. That deep, dark despair isn't hanging over you like before, your aura is brighter."

"You can… see my aura?" He asked in confusion.

"Yeah. I used to see everyone's up until I was bitten, then I lost my powers and everything was just dark, I was cut off and so lost."

"Looks like we both regained something." Bucky whispered.

Cat smiled. "I don't know if I would count on it. I didn't see Steve's aura."

"If you did, do you think it would be red white and blue?"

Cat let out a small snort before letting out a sigh. "I just wish I could see Erica again."

"Who's Erica?" He asked.

A sad smile came to her face as she bent her knees, wrapping her arms around them so she could lean her head on them. "Erica was… she was my best friend before any of this started. I had no one in Beacon Hills when I moved there, so I became a student aide, just so I could stay busy and skip gym class; I hated any sort of physical activity. She had the same idea and we became friends. Then I met Scott and Stiles and she- she met Derek who was the Alpha at the time, looking to build his pack. He gave her the bite and we were at odds for a while, until the whole pack kind of adopted me. When the Alpha pack came to town, they kidnapped her and when she fought back, they killed her. I started seeing her a couple months later and it- it was great having my best friend back but then I was bitten and well- I saw her in a dream once but that's it."

"You said your powers were coming back, maybe you'll see her again."

"Maybe." Cat whispered, her eyes turning back to catch his. She wanted to change the subject, she missed Erica so much still. "Who shot me? What was your last memory?"

He grimaced. "One of my handlers, but I'd rather not get into it. I'm glad you didn't go in."

"And your head? How is everything? We got it all?"

He nodded. "They seem to think so. Shuri went into my brain and couldn't find anything odd and when she was in there, nothing set me off. I still- I mean, I still remember everything I did and T'challa said he will get me someone to talk to. A therapist like you said because everything is still messed up in my mind. Sam said I probably have all sorts of PTSD to work through."

"Probably." Cat agreed. "I'm glad you're getting help though, and with that, it probably means my time is almost up here."

Bucky's easy going expression disappeared as he realized she would be leaving here. "You could stay here." The with me part that he didn't say was heavily implied and Cat sighed, remembering being inside of his dream and what he had almost said, the light kiss on her mouth as she laid dying. Cat was very good at not acknowledging when someone liked her. Case in point, Malia and Liam. She might tease Malia about her new crush but Cat also knew exactly who it was, although, at least she now knew it was all because of her mind.

"Bucky." She began. "I have to go finish school."

"I know." He replied.

"Besides, anything that happened in your mind, anything you think you might feel right now, just remember, I did that to you, I brainwashed you. You should hate me for that."

He rolled his eyes, not wanting to pursue it and tell her that any and all brainwashing, including whatever she had done to him, or thought she had done, had all been broken when she was in his mind. But a part of him knew a lot of his feelings were just gratitude for everything she had done for him. She had literally died, repeatedly for him. That wasn't something a guy forgot. But she was right, she had to go back to her life, she had to finish school and do whatever plan she had. She had her whole life ahead of her and Bucky, well Bucky just had to learn to live again and deal with what he had been forced to do.

"I like having you here, that's all Dollface." He smirked at the nickname. "You're my friend, no brainwashing involved."

"Are you staying in Wakanda? What about Steve and his team?"

Bucky shrugged. "I think it's best I stay here for now, work on me, make sure everything will be okay. I think Steve is talking about traveling a bit, maybe helping out covertly. Once I've had time, I might join him. He said you could help with setting up a new ID or something?"

She nodded. "Yes, of course. I can make you a whole new identity. If you wanna leave this all behind and start elsewhere, I can do that too."

"Maybe, if I get out there again. Maybe I can make a stopover in Beacon Hills, see if Stiles stays true to his word and sends his cute little wolves after me."

Cat laughed. "You know I won't let him do that, but yes, of course, come visit, Maybe I'll come see you before I start uni or something. And you know how to skype now and I'll show you emails and how to text. Then you can annoy Steve that way too."

He laughed. "Now that sounds like fun."

"I'm glad I could help" She sincerely told him.

"I'm glad you didn't die." He replied just as sincere.

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"You weren't supposed to go into his mind." Stiles yelled.

Cat sighed and rolled her eyes at the screen in front of her. She finally decided to give Stiles a call and Bucky had got Shuri to set it all up for her. He was currently sitting beside the bed she was still in, watching their interaction with an amused smile, Stiles unaware he was there. At least someone was amused because Cat definitely was not amused.

"You told him that, not me. It was his choice and we weighed the pros and cons."

"You almost died." An exasperated Stiles yelled. "If what Captain America told me is true, you did die, a lot. Don't get me wrong, talking to Captain America, highlight of my whole life, but finding out why he was talking to me, kind of put a damper on the whole thing."

"I'll get him to call you when I'm not dying for a little gossip sesh." She sarcastically told him. "Look, I know you're pissed but it's done and I did what I thought was right."

"You have no regard, whatsoever, for your own safety."

"She's a lot like Steve in that sense." Bucky finally said and Cat turned her head to glare at him.

"Nobody asked you." She hissed.

"Is she always this grumpy when confined to a bed?" Bucky asked, moving into the video call.

Stiles eyes narrowed. "Why are you here? I don't think I'm talking to you right now. I told you it was a bad idea."

"In my defense, she convinced me it wasn't. And well, I know her and trust her, I don't know you."

"I'm going to find every wolf I know to come visit you." Stiles snapped.

"Good luck." Bucky said with a lazy salute, leaning back in his chair. "At least she didn't try using the werewolf claws she asked Derek for help with."

Cat's eyes widened as she turned to glare at Bucky, whose jaw dropped as he seemed to realize what he had said.

"You were going to try the werewolf way?" Stiles asked, his voice dangerously low. "The way Scott got into my head-"

"I was there too don't forget." She interrupted him.

He glared at her. "Yes, and you were there for the disclaimer on how dangerous it was, were you not?"

"Why?" Cat cried, throwing Bucky a scathing look. "Why would you bring that up?"

"Sorry." Bucky whispered, actually looking upset and apologetic.

"I would've sent a Banshee after you if you did that." Stiles grumbled to Bucky. "Make your ears bleed while the wolves tear you apart."

"A Banshee?" Bucky asked with a frown. "Wait, Banshee? Is he serious?" He pulled out a tablet that Cat had no idea he even had and began googling. Cat ignored Stiles and watched him, thinking that he was pretty adept at that for someone who had spent the last 70 years as an Assassin, lots of that time being spent on ice.

"The wailing woman? She who predicts death?" Bucky asked. "Wait, is that for real? It says she's a legend."

"Yeah, well so are werewolves and you have one right beside you. One that I wouldn't mind if you would send back here already."

"Oh my god, just stop." An exasperated Cat told them both, running her hands through her hair in frustration.

"What's that on your arm?" Stiles asked.

Cat let out a silent groan, having kept her arm hidden until now. "My healing is slow." She admitted. "so my arm is broken."

"When did that happen? You didn't mention that."

She shook her head. "Someone tried to trigger my healing, it didn't work, so I get a cast."

Stiles scowled. "Are you done there yet? Can you come home?"

She nodded. "Soon. But I like that you think I'm going to be safer there or something. How long until something else hits the fan, Stiles?"

"But at least you'll be here where I can see you. Are you going to Star City?"

Cat frowned. "Maybe, I'll see what City is up to, see what the hell Oliver got himself into this time."

"I can meet you there, Malia wants to come too."

"How is she?" Cat cautiously asked. "Is- is she still talking about her crush?"

"Once in a while. But when she's not talking about him, she's talking about you."

"Great." Cat muttered, only she knew that she was also the crush. Well her and now Bucky. They were also the only ones who knew that everyone only liked her because she made them, with her mind. God, how was she supposed to tell them about this?

"Stiles, I need to go."

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking worried.

"I'm tired, I'm healing like I'm not a werewolf, so I'm tired. Let me heal, let me finish up here and I'll keep you updated on my travel plans, okay? I'll talk to you later." She quickly ended the call just as he was saying I love you and she groaned, knowing she was just making everything worse.

"You didn't even say I love you." Bucky noted.

She glared at him before dropping her head in her hands. "I'm cranky, I need to sleep."

"This whole mind and brainwashing thing is getting to you, huh?"

"Shouldn't it be?" She shot back. "How do I go home and handle this? I will lose everyone I love."

"You won't." He told her. "You don't see it but I do. Your friends love you for you. Maybe at first you might've done something but now, it's all you. You're a great person Cat, you will go to any length to protect your friends, protect those you love and if you tell them and they don't see it, then come back here, or go travel and help Steve. No matter what, you'll always have somewhere to go."

"He's right." Steve said, stopping in the doorway

"I'm having a hard time believing it." She muttered.

"Then maybe it is time to go home and see for yourself." Bucky pointed out.

She scrunched up her nose, as she looked at him. "Since I'm doing my best to procrastinate, let's go back to that brainwashing thing."

"I told you whatever you think you had done to me, it was severed while you were in my brain. I still like you."

"Nuh uh." She looked up at Steve again, noticing the rest of the Avengers behind him. "First, to what do I owe this pleasure of all of you? And second, has anyone actually tried out the triggers words on Bucky since I finished playing around in his brain?"

A concerned look grew on Steve's face. "Well no, Shuri looked around and didn't see anything, so we thought…"

"No one here knows the words." Bucky told her.

"Except me." Cat reminded him.

"That doesn't sound dangerous at all." A sarcastic Sam observed, moving up beside Steve.

"More dangerous than getting shot inside his mind and almost dying in real life?" She shot back.

"She's not wrong." Clint muttered

"Tie me down." Bucky said and Cat looked over to see he had tensed up, both hands clenched into fists as he looked down at the ground.

"No." she protested, looking to the others. "Look, I know the trigger words, I also know he's not going to get violent. When spoken, he becomes complacent, there's no need to tie him down. Sputnik."

Everyone looked confused and Cat turned back to Bucky to see he was staring at her in confusion.

"Did you just-"

"I just." She confirmed, having just used one of the trigger words she remembered. "And look at you. Can you move all your limbs? I think so, you're talking and everything too. First test and you just passed with flying colors. Can I please get out of here now?"

"That's actually why we came down here." Steve said, looking between them in confusion. "Shuri said you can go and we were coming to get you and celebrate. But what just happened?"

"That word used to be the trigger to shut me down.' Bucky explained, trying to figure out if he should be mad at her or not. If that trigger had worked, everyone present would've known about it.

"Shut you down?" Sam questioned.

"Basically paralyze me. They would use it just in case I was fighting my programming and they needed me complacent. I would be unable to move or talk. It's how they controlled me."

"It's scary to watch." Cat muttered, having seen it in some of his memories.

"So there's no need to check the other ones?" Steve hopefully asked.

Bucky sighed. "I think she should, to be on the safe side. We need to be sure."

"Oh good, let's get some food and get this over with." Cat went to rip off the cast but was stilled by Bucky who gave her a small smile.

"I think you're supposed to keep that on a bit longer. I don't think you want the wrath of Shuri on you."

"You're probably right." She agreed with a small frown.

"Can you even repeat the words?" Sam asked. "They're in Russian, do you speak Russian?"

"No." She admitted. "not usually but I know the words, I heard them enough."

"What went on in there?" Clint asked. "Barnes wasn't exactly forthcoming."

Cat and Bucky exchanged a small glance before she shrugged. "I don't remember much."

"But you remember the words for a language you don't even speak?" Clint suspiciously asked.

"Weird, huh? I need real food, then let's do this."

Wanda stepped inside, clothes for her in her hands as she shooed all the guys out of the room.

"Thanks." Cat said, grabbing the clothes as she stood up and pulled the hospital gown off.

Wanda's eyes widened as she turned away, her face going red. Sometimes, Cat forgot that most people weren't like her. She had no qualms about changing in front of people anymore, now that she had hung out with werewolves who were sometimes in various states of undress after a transformation. Plus, sharing a room or a house with various friends had made her a lot more relaxed.

"Sorry." Cat told her as she began putting on the clothes.

"It's Okay." Wanda replied. "You just took me by surprise."

"I tend to do that. Thanks for the clothes."

"You helped me." The Taller girl stated.

"After the prison raft? Ya, the guys tell you?"

"Yes, but I mean, at the airport. I was holding up the tower, it was straining me but then I felt a little bit of the strain taken away. I didn't think about it until you spoke to me in my mind after the prison raft and Steve told me you were going into Bucky's mind. I did not know there were others like me."

Cat scrunched up her nose, tapping Wanda on the shoulder to tell her she was done. "Yeah, I helped but I don't think I'm like you. My powers were inherited for the most part and most definitely did not include telekinesis originally. That was just some after effect of being supernaturally poisoned and I don't even know if I can do it again."

"But there are things you can do." Wanda pressed. "You can help me?"

Cat shrugged, "With what? I've read your file on our way to rescue you, considering how powerful you are, you're pretty controlled."

"People, they are afraid of me."

"That has nothing to do with control." Cat softly told her. "People are afraid of what they don't understand. I've scared my own friends plenty when I've done things we didn't think was possible. You can't control other people's fear only-"

"My own." Wanda finished for her. "I have said that. Did you see that in my mind?"

Cat shook her head. "I don't really go into other people's mind. Talking to you, helping Bucky was an unusual thing for me and I don't know if I'd do it again. I'm a Seer."

Wanda's eyes lit up. "You come from the Tuatha de Danann, don't you. How did I not realize this when Clint told me your story. My family has been traced to them. Our line has been so diluted that no one has shown powers in generations."

"Except you." Cat whispered.

Wanda shook her head. "Mine are from an experiment. You have read my file."

"If you had that gene or whatever causes this, in you, the experiments made it manifest, mutate into what you became." Cat frowned. "There has to be some sort of tests to-"

"No." Wanda cut her off with a scowl. "I am done with tests, with people poking and prodding my mind."

Cat paused, understanding what she meant. If she had been through what she had read about Wanda, she wouldn't want anyone doing any sorts of tests on her either. HYDRA were a bunch of dicks in her books and she hoped they would never get their hands on her, god only know what they would do to her and what she would become.

"Ok, you're right. No tests. I have to go soon but I have stuff you can read. Anything you want to talk about, I'm an open book and of course, when I'm gone, you can message me anytime about anything. I don't know how to help you but I guess it is easier knowing we're not alone."

Wanda's face lit up. "I would like that. If you'd like, I can help you with Bucky, in case anything goes wrong."

"You can get into people's minds." Cat remembered.

"Not like what you did. I can plant thoughts in peoples minds. I was meant to be a weapon, that's all I know how to do. I would not have been able to fix his mind the way you have."

Wanda looked sad and Cat stepped forward, placing her hand on her shoulder. "That might've been what they wanted but you're not a weapon Wanda. What you choose to do with the power they gave you, that's all on you and you've been helping people, you can still help people. If we are from the same descendants, then perhaps there is a lot we can teach each other."

Cat was rewarded with a smile she could only describe as blinding.

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