(Sorry about the late post, my battery for my computer died and it's been at the hospital for the last few days)

Chapter 9 Von Hex

M's POV

I was back at Broom's office in Washington. The walls were covered in bookshelves, the books a mix between new publications and old tombs that probably were in some old language I didn't know. It had been a week since Steve and I tracked down the German agent who had taken the last of the formula that would have created an army of men who could take down the Nazi party. Instead I was sitting across from Broom who was nervously flipping through pages, his eyes glancing up at me once or twice. Maybe he was checking to see I was really here. That any last minute prep was gone.

Closing the last of files Broom pulled his glasses off. "Miss Oakland…" His voice waivered. "The U.S State department has looked at your services that you've done so far. They are quite good. Good enough that the military has thought about asking you to help me against the Thule Society."

Him saying the name sent shivers down my spine. In the back of my mind I was thirteen and helpless as I watched, and I saw everything. Broom noticed my panicked stair. "Or we can find somewhere else for you."

"Why not keep me with Steve?"

Broom sighed and opened up another folder. He fixed his glasses, I could see his hands shaking. He was stressed about something. Did the Thule Society show their hand yet about the night Hellboy would be brought here? Or was he worried I was going to be angry?

"It seems Mr. Rogers is going to be with the U.S.O and other groups to sell bonds for the war."

Wait… that wasn't right, was it? Steve was to be fighting Hydra, not prancing around on a stage. Did something go wrong? Was the formula supposed to be saved? Did that agent we capture an important key to all of this? Fuck. Something had to happen. Steve is a soldier, captain America, not some good will sender to the troops.

The panic was setting in again as I looked up at Broom. "Why? He's a weapon, a damn good one too. The war effort could use him."

Broom raised his hands in an innocent gesture. "I would agree with you Miss Oakland. But it seems that many who spent the money to make him are not happy that they lost all chances of making more."

"But what about me? Aren't I technically a product of the super solider program?"

"I was going to tell you about that. The blood tests came back. There is no trace of the same formula that made Mr. Rogers in your blood. It seems whatever makes you special is deep in your genetics. Which comes to the mention of the name you found."

"Von Hex." I said leaning back. "The Agent called me Von Hex."

Broom closed come files and opened another. For a brief moment I wondered why he didn't show me on a computer, then it hit me that real computers wouldn't be invented for a while.

"Ursula Von Hex, Daughter of Gunthor and Yvonne Von Hex, she's their only child and a wielder of magic. At the ripe age of ten the Thule Society took her from her family. Her magic was analyzed and then trained. From what our records can gather she is one of the last proper sorceresses in the world left."

"Sorceress? I don't know that classification?"

Broom let out a long sigh, not like he was bothered by the question. Instead it felt like the answer was not going to be pretty. "Humans who can do magic are rare. There are a number of theories why humans are unable to do magic. Sorcerers are the few who reach deep inside of them to use the base of magic that is around us. The families who could do that have been known to be the beginning of many royal families. Even the Winsor could birth a sorcerer, but it doesn't happen often. Von Hex is Germanys blue blood. If they win they would make sure she would be put in the height of society and made sure her children would be royalty. Their power if unbroken would be unstoppable."

"Why did he think I was her?" I asked my voice felt distant and I was on edge. I felt like I knew the answer. I knew it from the moment I was called the name.

"It's because you look very much like Von Hex… You had brought pictures of her from the future."

I didn't bring pictures of anyone from the future… No.. no I did. Oma's wartime pictures. The ones where she looked to be my age. But that was impossible, Oma wasn't some… Nazi. She didn't even do magic around me.

But my mother was a moon-blessing witch. Sure not the same thing. My mother was more of a shaman. If Oma was a Sorceress then, could it be possible that my powers are because of that as well? I've felt magic, its ugly and hateful. It burns into your soul and lays there for years making you feel sick. I wanted nothing to do with that. If I could even think about using magic.

I shook my head. "No, that's not Oma. Her name's Agatha Carver."

Broom gave me a sympathetic look. "Carver is a fitting name from what I heard. She's rather imposing from what I've heard. She must have changed her name when she moved to the U.S, correct? She's quiet a mage."

"But I'm anti magic." I started. "It's impossible. I can't be her grand daughter. I can't."

Panic rose in me making my thoughts spiral in my mind. There was no way my Oma, the woman who stood beside me like a silent guard was evil. Working for the Nazi's.

My stomach lurched.

Was that the reason why Kroenen knew about me?

"Does she work for the Thule Society now?"

"Von Hex?" Broom pushed his glasses up. "No, no. Seems there was a exchange. She was moved over to the normal science wing. Not sure what she's doing now. Why?"

I had to know, could it even be a possibility that they knew each other? "I had someone from the Thule Society be really… weird around me when I was younger. I just wanted to know if maybe she was the reason."

"Is that the reason why you want to stay away from them?"

"Yeah. I don't want to see that man again." I looked over his shoulder and at the case of books behind him. "In my time he escaped form his prison and left a note for me, saying he was going to find me. I'm kind of glad to be here, one less monster to worry about. At least at this time he doesn't know me."

"Would being with Steve help?"

"I think so. He's suppose to be fighting Hydra. Maybe I can help get him back on track."

"What are we going to say, how can we make you indispensible to the war effort."

I leaned in the chair thinking about it, chewing it over. It would have to be something flashy so I would be on the road with him. Like a performance act. I know I wasn't a good dancer, well I'm not a kick line kind of girl, and hell I'm not even the bump and grind kind of girl. There was one talent I was decent at, singing, and if I can lie to someone's face I can act.

"Make me his little sister. Little Miss America. They could even call me Missy, the sweet little sister who wishes the boys off to war. People eat that up these days right?"

"It would be an interesting act. What would you do?"

"I can hold a tune. I'll sing something kind of jazzy for the guys. You think they'll go for it?"

A/N: Okay so next months story might end up being late, we'll be in the middle of a move and I'm not sure what our internet situation is going to be the first week. Other than that I hope you enjoy!