Janet stood over the body of a woman she had caught holding up a couple and then with a smirk stomped on each of her hands breaking the bones in them. She shrunk down and flew away they had given her all her powers back and this is what they saw now.

"So you think you can help her?" Carol Danvers spoke softly, "We need her back."

A male voice spoke softly his voice raspy and deep, "Not sure if I can she won't trust me."

"That is why I will introduce you to her," Dr. Holt was standing next to Carol on the roof of the building, "There is not much more I can do for her."

"Nah being introduced never works for me I need to meet her on my terms just need to get her to a place I can work."

"We can do that right Tony?" Jennifer Walters punched Tony stark in the shoulder of his armor.

Tony nodded, "If cap thinks it is okay."

"I told you not to call me that anymore my name is Steve now that I gave up the mantel. We are going to trust you. You never gave me any reason not to."

"Get her to these coordinates and I can do the rest." A hand in a brown leather glove handed a worn piece of paper to Steve Rogers.

Janet flew the desert landscape following a tip she had gotten on a structure used by the Royals it was her first mission given to her by her fellow avengers. It was only to do reconnaissance but she felt they finally trusted her again. She stopped dead as she saw a figure on horseback a quarter of a mile away with a sign that said hello Janet painted in yellow next to him. Janet yelled out, "Who are you? Are you working for the Royals?"

"No Janet I do not work for the Royals or anybody else I am simply here for you."

"Why are you here for me and answer my first question?"

"I am here to show you what you need. My name is Thomas Rogers but everybody knows me as V.C."

"Never heard of you!" Janet flew forward right towards the man on the horse known as Thomas getting her first look at him.

Thomas was a thin man on his head was a worn brown Stetson that covered the top of his matted grey and black hair that hand to his shoulders. His face was brown from the sun covered in stubble across his nose was a thick scar that ran under his eyes. On any person that scar would take all your attention but not this man his eyes drew you in almost instantly his iris was a deep milky yellow his pupil nowhere to be seen it seemed the black from them had taken over the whites. His clothes were simple a worn grey poncho with a thick collar he could pull up to hide his face. The poncho was split down the middle exposing his tan loose fitting cotton shirt he had a pair of brown leather gloves on. He had on a thin black belt with a golden buckle to hold up his brown pants that hung over a pair of worn brown boots. His horse was brown with black socks on its rear legs and a circle of white between his eyes.

Janet smirked, "And here I thought cowboys had died out."

"This one just never died!" Thomas charged forward it was plain to see he held no gun he opened his mouth and from it emerged a green smoke that formed two ropes each wrapping around his arms when they reached the palms of his hands the smoke exploded into green flames that became entangled with red flames. The flames shot out into the earth and ripped it up creating a trench on each side of him of upturned soil.

So who was the man this Thomas Rogers who now stood in Janet's way well to know that we must go back in time to 1820 in the American west. This was the year he was believed to be born in the tale goes he was found at the age of three days by a Native American shaman and his medicine woman wife. They say he was found under a scarecrow with the head of a deer in the babies hands was a rattle snake that had been allowing him to nurse on its blood like a mother would feed him milk. He sat inside a hat the same hat he wore to this day his eyes were normal except the iris was yellow his pupil was still there and his eyes still had whites. When the couple had approached the child the snake died and the scarecrow vanished in dust as if to say to care for this child. They did for 5 years the cared for him raising him but each time the couple saw the child all they could see was a great darkness around the child as if he created it himself. Each night the couple would stay up late defending the child from dark spirits who tried to cross the threshold of their home to harm the child. When he could walk wield a knife and survive the couple banished him to the desert they had done all they could and would not be able to take more. The couple would go on to live a full life with many children as if the spirits had blessed them for caring for such a troubled child.

He would wonder the desert surviving and thriving in it for ten years then at the age of 15 he found his first horse. It was sick abused and dying left behind by its owners he was kind to this horse the first creature he did not see as a meal but as something like him. He knew of only one way to save this animal he took his knife and cut into it stomach the horse cried out. But the boy continued pushing a leather pouch into the horse deep next to its heart then removing his bloody hand he stood back the cut he made vanished and the horse rose to his feet. It looked at the child and walked towards him placing its large head against his accepting the boy. It was from this moment the boy could ride any horse no matter how wild they would simply do his bidding and he would care for them.

At the age of twenty he found himself in a new part of the world full of swamps and strange people. This did not deter him though he would journey into the swamps still on the same all brown horse he rescued 5 years ago. The man wore simple clothes white shirt, brown pants and boots along with his same hat and his first new clothing purchases a grey poncho. Now this is where his life changes as he left a port city he was attacked and killed by a group of men lead by a woman they took nothing from his body just killed him and his horse the woman of African descent spoke to him, "We do this so your darkness leaves the world." She would place a satchel on his chest so his spirit would stay bound to the body and never wander the earth or pass on.

Now for most people this would be the end but not for our man you see that night a second woman had been in the woods. One who was like him was an outcast an ugly hag of a woman who had once been a beauty but had lost it selling her beauty for a dark power. She would take the body back to a small hideout she had made in the swamp. You see this woman saw a use in his dead body one to seek revenge for she had gained her powers from a darker side of voodoo one never practiced by those who had any sense. She would carve his body open placing into it herbs crushed bones and nobody should know what the black tar like substance was she filled his lungs with. She would stitch him back up and for three days she was in a trance trying to give his body life once more. Finally on the third night blue smoke left her mouth and she placed upon his lips a kiss of life. She pulled away and in joy his head rose up then his body and he looked around him before he grabbed the hag's throat and squeezed it. She had missed the satchel that was placed on his chest at death it had been washed away by a wave before she got to him. This meant the puppet she tried to create well he had his own soul and mind he would not be controlled by the woman.

Then for the first time the man spoke, "Give me a name."

The hag grabbed the man's hands then looked into his eyes the pupil replaced with the same yellow of his iris the whites now pure black. She knew she would not live past this encounter biting she used her blood to put a curse on the name, "Thomas Rogers."

The man smiled and snapped her neck then from every hole in her body emerged a yellow smoke the smoke would travel the room before it was absorbed by Thomas Rogers. He dropped the woman's corpse to the ground and stood up the stitched opening in his body was gone now he grabbed his belongings and got dressed before leaving the hut to find he was in the middle of a swamp. He raised his hand the trees bent and twisted forming a platform for him to walk. What happens next is quite horrific you see Thomas Rogers was still in the grips of the dark and all on his mind was revenge. He would track down those who killed him and he would kill them by ripping each of their limbs from their bodies using the smoke from his body to keep them alive until all the limbs were laid before them. He continued this path until he found the woman who had commanded the others and for her he had a special death. He forced seven spikes into each arm and leg to hold her to the wall. His smoke keeping her blood in her body so she would not die he would make her live in that pain for three days and when he grew hungry he would carve a piece of her flesh and eat it. Then when she could take no more he would suck her soul and power out through her mouth with a kiss.

He would step away from her body and not make it to the door before he fell to the ground in pain. This woman who had him killed only days before was not the monster his tormented mind and soul had created. She was a woman of light and the death she had granted him earlier was to stop a suffering she knew was coming. So upon her death by his hands she traded the fate of his soul for hers ripping the demons from his mind and heart. That had slowly been growing stronger since his birth. She had freed him when Thomas looked back at the woman he had killed in rage he saw for the first time something he had not seen since he was three a smile of kindness and understanding. Then from his eyes he began to cry tears of blood they were followed by vomit.

Thomas spent the next day in a heap hating himself, hating what he was before he drew his gun and shot himself in the head. The bullet passed through his skull and his by fell limp for only a second before he woke up the smoke in his body repairing all the damage. He would try five more times until every bullet was spent from his gun. It was then he knew that he would never die that he was cursed. He would spend the next ten years in that cabin studying every book every artifact every shred of cloth until he was sure there was no way to break this curse. His birth was his first curse his soul being sealed at his first death kept it there and the reanimation of his body kept him alive. The final nail in the coffin he called life was the powers he absorbed from the two women they kept him from aging in any way.

So what did he do now well he travelled the land and world it is said he fathered many children and he kept track of each one. Some children he spent years with some he fathered in a night of passion or for the cost of a coin. He soon found that his blood line was cursed and that curse was passed down for centuries from parent to child. Each child became a drunkard, an abusive person, a criminal, a rapist or a murder none of his line did anything good. That is until one child was born a weak child who broke that curse he smashed through it with a red, white and blue shield.

Thomas stared down Janet his yellow and black eyes the flames suddenly began to form a huge circle around Thomas and Janet. The green flames began crisscross across the ground forming flaming shapes that were a mix between a Native American healing and life wheel mixed with voodoo symbols. He then began to mutter words beneath his breath then he vanished.

Janet spun around before she felt herself begin struck by a hard force one that sent her flipping backwards and when she opened her eyes she saw only white. She spun around until she came upon Thomas who was sitting at green fire he was reaching into a pocket and blowing a dust into the flames until they turned yellow. "Where am I?"

"In a safe place now come sit." Thomas waved his hand and a white pillow with a red border appeared across the fire from him.

Janet shook her head and fired her stingers right at Thomas, "How about I just take you out and find a way out."

Thomas sighed the yellow fire shooting out to block the stingers, "That will not happen." His tone was soft a kind like a father speaking to a young child who had just lost a fight.

Janet flew around the fire shooting her stingers each one blocked perfectly by the flames, "How is this happening?" She flew straight at Thomas as if to punch him only to be grabbed deflected by the flames. She growled getting angrier the white they were in slowly began to turn a dull grey. She flew forward firing her stingers at random not even at him yet each one was caught by the flames. When she got close the yellow flames would deflect her never hurting her or burning her until she fell to the ground growing in size. She punched the white surface and from her hand a ring of a thousand colors shot out from that point. The ring went out then up a wall until it shrunk to nothing at the top letting Janet see for the first time that she was in a dome. She began to pound the ground over and over the first sign of something new something she could do that wasn't stopped. She punched until blood began to drip down her hands then she screamed gripping her head and falling over crying.

Thomas got up and walked towards Janet kneeling down, "I should have warned you this would happen but I think the only way you will learn is to experience something for yourself."

Janet looked up at Thomas and threw a punch at his chin Thomas leaned back and let it fly weakly passed him Janet yelled again and gripped her head. "What have you done to me!"

Thomas slowly picked up Janet, "I have done nothing you did this to yourself. You are the only person beside Logan who caused this much pain to themselves." She sat her down on the pillow, "We are in your head Janet and this fire was meant to stop you from hurting yourself but it couldn't stop you from giving yourself a nasty migraine."

Janet had not struggled because each move she made only caused her head to hurt more, "Where are we."

Thomas pulled out a silver dust and blew it into the fire, "we are what a lot of people call the mindscape."

Janet sat up her head feeling a hundred times better, "So you left my body outside in the desert?"

"No your body was pulled in along with mine we are in essence another universe formed from magic and the wills of our mind. We are sitting between three places the multiverse, the mindscape and your own dreamscape." He sprinkled a bit of red dust on the flames and the white walls vanished to reveal multicolored waves rushing over their structure three golden chains anchoring them to three doors one was black with two golden wasps on it. The other was a simple oak door and the final door was made of hundreds of woven metal bars. "I always found it odd how plain the door to our part of the multiverse is I guess we are still subject to the writers and artists whims."

"You sounded all smart for a second then like deadpool,"

The white walls appeared again, "Sorry I forgot not all characters get to break the fourth wall." Thomas took a deep breath, "I am glad you have stopped fighting me Janet."

"What choice did I have all I can do is cause myself pain," She crossed her legs, "So who are you really?"

"I am Thomas Rogers, Steve Rogers or Captain America's, well I guess not any more, great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather."

"So does everybody in his family live a long time?"

"We are two special cases most of his ancestors and my children died in their thirties he was the only one who ever did good." He looked at the fire, "Now enough about me."

"No, we are still going talk about you I want to know who kidnapped me and took me from my world. Why do they call you V.C.?"

"It stands for Voodoo Cowboy a name given to me when I travelled with a certain Wild West show for a few years." He looked at her sternly through the flames, "Now then time for you to answer a few questions for me. What is your name?"

"Seriously?"

"Yes seriously," He smiled at her.

"Janet Van Dyne." The flames went from gold to green.

"Wrong…what is your name?"

"Janet Van Dyne!" The flames grew larger.

"What is your name!"

"Janet Van Dyne!" The green flames began to bend at the ceiling.

"That is not who you are."

"Yes it is my name is Janet Van Dyne the Wasp!" The flames fell back to down becoming golden once more.

"Yes you are Janet just know you can't lie in the realm I will always know. I want you to remember even this deep in your mind no matter how dark it is or how sad it is that is one thing that won't change. You are Janet Van Dyne the Wasp." He made a circle with his finger on the ground, "Have you purposely killed a person?"

"No I have not." The flames stayed golden.

"Have you ever wished too?"

"Yes I have." Again the flames never changed.

"On the mission you were given did you plan on just gathering intel?"

Janet looked down, "No I was going to attack and take that place down." The flames stayed the same.

"Did you believe you would walk away alive if you did?"

"Yes I did." The flames grew and turned green.

"Speak the truth!"

"Okay I knew I wouldn't survive if I did." The flames returned to gold.

"Why did you want to do it then?"

Janet began to tear up, "Because I hate who I have become I thought I was strong but I can't fight. I can't keep up with the others anymore I can't think straight I keep feeling like I am falling apart. I train but I get nowhere and every time I look in the dam mirror I see the person I was staring back at me mocking me yet still being so kind. I can't tell you how many I smashed or the days I spent just curled up in bed because I can't handle anything. Some days getting dressed feels like to much so I just lay there maybe watch some television. I can't even think about my company without vomiting and I can't stand it anymore I know I don't want to kill myself I can't do it I come close and just stop. So I thought what if I just let somebody else do it and have the world remember me for what I was.' She was sobbing hard through the words, "I can't take being broken any long I want to be me again!"

The flames began to settle, "You never will be Janet you will not be that person ever again." Thomas took a breath, "You will probably always feel like this but what you need now is to push through this it does get easier."

"And how would you know!" Janet snapped tears running down her cheeks.

"Because I have lived this long and have loved and hated I have hurt and been hurt I have broken more times than any person should and I know I can never escape this life no matter how much time passes or how many ways I try I just keep living." He stood up, "I have seen people stronger and weaker then you Janet go through this the strong sometimes fall so do the weak but each who makes it passed this has a new light a new strength. You need to see this Janet this is not the worst it can be and it is not the best but you can make it passed. You have people who love you and people who hate you but you know you love yourself."

"No I don't! I hate myself!"

The flames erupted in a dark green overtaking the entire dome and wrapping them like it was a cloak, "What was that."

Janet began to laugh and cry looking at the flames, "I love myself." The flames would began burn a thousand colors before returning back to the calm serene gold fire. "I love myself."