A/N: Happy New Year! So long 2015 and say hello to 2016. Here is a brand new chapter for all of you. Don't forget to review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers 2: Age of Ultron, but I do own my OCs.


Wang stared at the cell in front of him with his chin on his arms. Flower girl and the twins were conversing with each other, laughing and smiling. A sad smile graced his features, watching them. It was already the New Year, weeks since their little Christmas gathering in the greenhouse. After much talk and persuasion, Strucker had agreed upon letting the Maximoff twins train also in the greenhouse. Ever since that day it had felt like they had made a brand new bond that strengthen each day…a bond that might have been severed for him. List had caught him, eating chocolate with them and he had received bit of reprimanding. The doctor cringed remembered what happened.

"Wait, watch this!" Wang said, throwing a milk chocolate Hershey kiss in the air.

Aerith squealed as the doctor open his mouth to catch it, but Pietro beaten him to it. Pietro caught the chocolate kiss and ate it in front of an exasperated Wang with a smirk.

"Sorry, were you going to get that?" Pietro said teasingly to Wang.

Aerith and Wanda laughed, eating their own chocolate kisses, and Pietro joining them soon afterwards. The tips of Wang's mouth quirked and soon he chuckled.

"Well played, Pietro. Well played."

The laughs grew louder, but they soon faded when the door opened and List emerged from the door with an angry face. Wang shot up to his feet, letting his bag of Hershey chocolates fall on the ground.

"Sir!" Wang said, surprised.

List looked at him and back to the three enhanced with an unreadable look. Pietro was on his feet just ready to move if the scientist would do anything to endanger anyone of them. Wanda's hands were ready and so was Aerith. Wang stood nervously. The gig seemed to be up. At this point, List would know that he lied to him. Without much of another breath, List turned around going out of the room.

Wang followed after him, not before Aerith grabbed his wrist worryingly. "What will he do to you?"

"Don't worry I'll be fine." Wang said to her reassuringly. "Don't you trust me?" he smiled at her.

Aerith smiled back at him, but worry still held her heart.

"Dr. Wang!" List called out from the other side.

With that Aerith lets him go and Wang walked out of the room, dreading what could be ahead. The door behind automatically closed and List stood in front of him, crossed.

"I have told you. I have reminded you many times not to get too attached to them!" List calmly vented out to him.

List was doing well with containing the anger and the disappointed he felt upon the discovery. Wang cringed in every moment; it was like being at home when he was a child. His father would punish him severely and without mercy if he ever disobeyed him.

"Listen to me, David." List said, calling his attention.

Wang looked up guiltily at the senior scientist in front of him.

"They are not your friends. You are not their friend. You were assigned to them to make sure that there would be no tragic aftermath to their powers. You were assigned to teach Ms. Jude our ways. To become a weapon of ours! Not to spoil her and introduce her to stupid things like this!" List scolded, pushing all of his collectibles and books off his desk, making them clatter on the ground.

Wang looked away from the sight of his precious on the ground. There was anger inside him that boiled. Just because he was a HYDRA agent didn't mean he agree on their ideals. He was just forced into this fucking nuthouse. He wanted to an animator. To bring to life the works he had in his mind! To bring forth the power of the imagination, so people can see what he sees. That was what he wanted to be, but nooooo~! It wasn't want daddy wanted for him.

The doctor inhaled deeply, controlling his anger and his father issues. This wasn't the problem right now.

"You will stop this! You are getting to close to them." List said to him, walking towards, not noticing he was stepping on his Attack on Titan figurines. Poor Levi had his head stepped on. "For now on, you will not enter that cell without my say so. And I will be the one to escort Ms. Jude to the greenhouse and her lessons will stop this instant! It had been agreed upon by Strucker to let the twins train with Aerith in the greenhouse. You will not speak to them unless you are allowed to by me."

Wang's mouth opened to protest, but what came out was a small and audible yes.

List seemed to be pleased by his response and cleared his throat. "So, where is that report?"

Remembering about that, he ushered over to his desk and pulled out a folder and gave it to List. The scientist opened it and skimmed through the pages of calculations and diagrams. Wang watched List did so, resisting the urge to punch his condescending face back to Hell. He was looking through the latest calculations and results of Aerith's powers. He heard the senior scientist hummed in delight.

"Thank you, Dr. Wang. It seems we have a naturakinetic in our hands." List said, closing the folder and walking out the door.

Wang snapped out of his reverie and groaned, burying his face on his arms. He hoped and prayed this New Year would have gone smoothly as he planned it, but it seemed fate deemed it not too. He didn't know if he could ever ignore the three of them. The past few weeks had been horrible to contemplate. List was now teaching Aerith 'their' ways in which included some combat training. It broke him to see her look so scared and confused when he wouldn't look at her. It broke him more when he heard her called out his name as she was dragged down the corridor by two guards. He couldn't shake out the look of her terrified look and her desperate screams of his name. Wang had to leave the room just so List, Strucker, or anyone else could see the tears that ran down his face.

Maybe this was for the best, but it didn't make any sense. He's been feeling pretty small, and he felt like he was slipping down walls. And every façade he tries to hold just seems to break. He lifted his head and watched the three of them again. Pietro was rather too close to Aerith for his liking, but it didn't matter now, right? He wouldn't be able to go in there anymore.

There was a sharp pain from his chest and he banged his head on his table again in defeat. Maybe he'll just get drunk and it will all make sense. Maybe if he weren't so nice, he could convince himself that they were nothing. He could promise that his heart doesn't cry, but would it all make sense?

He banged his head on the table repeatedly making it rumble. His things were still there, looking at them, he estimated that it would take a large of money to restore all the damages that might have been done. For the first time of his life his fandoms and anime won't help him now. It couldn't let him escape reality. No, he was stuck in this cold realism that is his life.

He dared imagine the bruises and injuries Aerith would have gotten from the training; even the twins. He found out that it won't be only Aerith that was going to be trained, but also the twins. Imagining them all being beat up in a pulp won't let him have a good rest for the night.

At least, he was alive. When Strucker found out about it, he wanted to execute him and make the three patients watch as his brains decorated the white snow. List had –surprisingly- saved him, saying that if he kills him then they would have lost an asset. Until now Wang didn't understand why he was an asset to this bat-shit crazy place. Perhaps it would remain a mystery to him.

He pulled himself up from his depressed state and took the table List had given him. As he fiddled it, an idea came to him. If was stuck here in his life with HYDRA, but it didn't mean they have to be. Thinking about it, it was possible for him break through their firewalls and send a message to someone who can help. Yes! Yes! That was it!

He needed to get them out of this hellhole. And if Strucker catches him he doesn't fucking care anymore. HYDRA could kill him if they fucking want to, but he needed to get the three of them out.

Why does he care? Because they were his friends and he wasn't about to see them be tortured by Strucker anymore. He didn't care about all the signs and proof that was staring right at him. He could save them by contacting within the last few agents that are still true to SHIELD. Thank god! He was an undercover SHIELD agent before. Barton wouldn't stand for this, and so won't Romanoff.

Wang just hoped they would believe him even after all the whole HYDRA problem. He remembered being close with the two assassins. They were good people. They had the means to rescue Aerith, Wanda, and Pietro. It didn't matter to him if he does die as long as they were safe and that was okay for him.

The good doctor tried his best to hack into their systems, but without the correct ID card, the correct code, and the right fingerprint he couldn't open it. NO ACCESS on the screen in bright red. Wang wanted to throw the tablet at the taunting one-sided mirror, so he could break the glass and get them the fuck out of here, but instead he tossed the tablet back on his desk, letting it collide with the rest of his stuff with frustration. He slumped back to his chair with a groan. He needed another way of contacting people. Wait—

An idea hit him. He went towards his backpack and opened to find his electric pen. If he can't access the firewalls, he could always get his tracker chip working. Without a second thought, he pushed the tip of the electric pen to his neck and cursed aloud as he felt the electric current go through him.

Just in case you were wondering why he did that, he did it because there was a tracking chip implanted on the base of his skull. It's crazy, right?

His father was always crazy. He got the chip when he was 16 and ran away from home. And when the police found him and returned him to his father, dear daddy had implanted the chip as a precautionary measure. He got his mirror and checked the back of his neck. It was glowing green which meant it was on and second later the glow faded until there no remnant of his doings. The tracker chip sends out a pattern of electromagnetic waves that can only be received by his father's phone which is now on the company of his dear beloved sister, who in fact married a legit SHIELD agent and is good friends with Clint. He just hopes Leia would get it soon.

Wang stood feeling his neck vibrating softly and feeling stiff. He stretched awkwardly, but was interrupted with List walking in the laboratory catching him in a weird position. List just raised his brow, ignoring that he just saw what he did.

"Wang, it's late. Do to sleep."

The good doctor sneaked a glance at the cell and didn't notice that Aerith and the twins were already asleep.

"Yes, sir." He responded, getting his stuff and walking out the laboratory.


Aerith couldn't stop crying in her sleep. She managed to hide her misery from the world—well except for Wanda. Probably Pietro too, but she couldn't be sure. Her pillow was soaking wet as she tried to smother out her sobs. She did it as quietly as possible, making sure she didn't wake the twins.

Maybe it was a bit petty to cry over things such as this. Wang said so himself that one day he would leave her, but he didn't have to go this soon. Closing her eyes, she tried to find peace in the deep abyss with her dreams, but it was like all her fears came back to her in a wave of anger. She clutched her blanket tight, dreaming of Sera's betrayal. She may have not mentioned it quite often nor did she tell that particular story to the twins, but even with a year trying to cope with it, it still haunted her. It still hurts. The shrill realism of the one person she trusted the most besides Wang had tried to kill her. Aerith made all kinds of excuses in her mind to hide the truth from herself.

Despite having the twins by her side, she couldn't help but feel so alone. She curled up into a ball as her dreams did not give her any justice. She trembled and sobbed as the fires burned through the houses, burning people alive, flashed into her mind.

She was amidst a wintery plain surrounded by the burning cottages and the fleeing people. The people were everywhere and so were their screams; she walked around the catastrophe that went on. So much wanton death was dealt this moment. The fire everywhere was like dragon fire casted out into the sky. She stared in horror at the corpses the lie dead at her feet. Most were children, which could have only reach until her waist, decapitated and desecrated by their murderers. No child should ever suffer this fate. And parent should have to bury their child.

In the glow of the fires, she found herself looking at a particular shade golden hair underneath the pile of corpses. It belonged to a little girl no more than five. Without hesitant or a second thought, she fell to her knees and dug through the corpses, pushing them off the small and thin body of the girl.

"No, no, no, no." she whispered shakily to herself.

Once the girl's body was clear of any other corpse, Aerith pulled her into her lap. She sobbed at the first of it. The girl's eyes were open displaying no sight of life. Her white porcelain skin marred with nasty gashes and ashes. The golden hair upon her head glowed eerily in the darkness that had come upon them. Lifting a hand, she brushed her locks away from her face.

Aerith didn't know why she felt this much for a mere stranger. Maybe she did know her in another time before her incarceration. All she could now was weep as the grief washes over her senses like the waves of a raging storm. She clutched the girl tight in an embrace of that of a mother with her child. Resting her head on hers, she hummed a sad and melancholic tune. She did not remember the words, but it mattered not. There were shouts and footsteps from behind her, but it mattered not. If it was an attacker, let her be struck down, mighty and true.

She felt a hands grip her upper arms, pulling her away from the girl.

"No! Get away from me!" she shouted and cried, not willing to be separated from her.

A tortured scream awakened Wanda from her slumber. He sat up, looking around the room for any threats. There were mutters and thrashing sounds from below her. Feminine mumbles could be heard and she looked down. Pietro's bed was empty and so was Aerith. There were two hunched figures at one side of Aerith's bed. The mumbles were mixed with mutters from a man. She climbed down the top bunk. She went over to the other side of the bed to see Pietro sitting on the floor, holding a frantic Aerith in her sleep. Pietro muttered soft encouragements in her ear and slowly she calmed down, clinging to Pietro's chest.

This was the worse one yet. Both of them knew that the dreams were worsening each night she spent here, even if Aerith wouldn't confide in them with it. But both knew. How couldn't they? It troubled Wanda to hear her cry in her sleep, calling out for someone she did not know.

Wanda moved closer. She almost stepped on the broken remnants of some knickknack Wang gave her was on the floor, and the blanket was lying on the floor. She looked at Aerith more closely to see the red marks on her skin. Did someone come in and hurt her?

"She hurt herself." Pietro said, as he continued to calm her down. When Pietro woke she was yelling for help with tears were raining down her cheeks. She was yelling for someone to stop. She then started clawing herself as if she was trying to put something out.

Aerith woke up to find the warmth of strong arms and whispers of care. She didn't open her eyes and knew who it was. It was Pietro. She needed this right now, a reassuring embrace to help her take it all out, a hug from someone that cares. She felt safe in his arms, knowing she could trust him. Slowly, she slipped again through a quiet slumber with her clinging on to him.

Pietro carefully lifted her up and carried her to her bed, lying her down in a comfortable position. Wanda assembled the pillows and placed it beneath her head. And she got her blanket and dusted the dirt off. The silver speedster tucked her in, and gingerly he brushed her red locks away from her face. His hand remained on her soft and warm cheeks, staring at her sleeping form stirred something inside him, something he never felt before. And soon with a nod from Wanda, his hand left her face.

"You should go back to sleep." He told Wanda.

Looking into her brother's eyes, there was no way to refuse the offer. She was tired and knew Aerith was in good hands, but the weight of her subconscious did not agree and yet she obeyed. She climbed up into her bed and went back to sleep.

Pietro was about to leave Aerith's side when a hand grabbed his hand. Pietro looked at the sleeping Aerith, her eyes were still closed and her hand enveloped his perfectly. Her hands were calloused yet soft and he held it gently, not wanting to let her hand go.

Aerith's lips parted and she said to him, "Good night."

Her hand left his that made him feel the coldness where the warmth of her hand used to be. Pietro's lips twitched to a smile, and he said to her "Good night." As he left her side, going back to bed, letting her dream of sweeter things.


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