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I've changed this story a bit. This chapter has been updated, if you read it before, please read it again. Also Frosty appears in the next chapter! Wooooohooo! Give me enough love and I might post it early. I love feedback, good bad or ugly!

Kyra's POV

Dripping with sweat I shot up from bed. Rocking back and forth. Another HYDRA memory. Looking around frantically I realized that it was pointless. You're still blind Kyra. Duh! The thought made me role my lifeless eyes. I'm still in my bed at home. I've got 7 random tells that I leave around my bed to make sure I am where I'm supposed to be. All of my little nicks were there. I listened and didn't hear Tawny or Emma stirring. Good, I didn't wake them. Laying back down I focused on my breathing and my chant. "It's in the past. It can't be changed. Focus on the future. It's in the past. It can't be changed. Focus on the future."

When you lose yourself completely, you can never go back. Your old life is gone, and you have to make a new one. Each night memories from my old life surface. Most of them are from my time at HYDRA. Those suck. The ones from my time before are hard to grasp. It's like trying to catch a cloud. All I can do is see them. They never truly stay. I don't want to remember the HYDRA dreams… The only good thing that has come from them is I'm understanding my powers better and I get to see Frosty. I had other friends too. I don't know their names or faces. But I hear their voices. It's in my head and only sometimes. I mentioned it to Tawny and she looked at me with concern. Now I'm taking pills to "help me feel better" But I am getting better. They aren't just voices they are memories! They have to be. I'm not imagining them. I know I'm not. No one seems to believe me though, so I've stopped talking about it. I keep the voices to myself. I keep most of my memories to myself. Everyone has spent a year trying to make me better. They don't want to hear about the bad stuff. Every time I mention something negative to Pepper she tears up. Tony got mad when I told him about the beatings I went through. He slammed his fist into a wall and left. He didn't come back around for 4 days. I figured out quick that no one here wanted to hear bad news. I didn't want to talk about it either. I'd been miserable for the last 10 years. Who would want to relieve that? Bruce and Helen seemed to be the only ones who really knew how I was, besides Tawny and Emma. I told Emma everything and told Tawny most things. Mostly because they could tell when there was more. I wanted it to stop, so bad. All the pain. They never got mad at me either. Or cried. Or made me feel like I'd done something wrong by telling them. It was really nice. What happened had been wrong. But it was in the past. Tawny constantly said "There is nothing anyone can do to change the past. All we can do is look forward, remembering the lessons our past has taught us." I told myself that line at least 500 times a day. "It's in the past. It can't be changed. Focus on the future. It's in the past. It can't be changed. Focus on the future." Finally my breathing started to slow. I felt my muscles relax and focused on as many happy things as I could. It wasn't always easy. But I had to try. By some miracle I fell asleep. I didn't dream. After my previous memory I was thankful for that.

3rd Person POV

Kyra still didn't know everything her suit could do. She had no idea that it was monitoring her vitals 24/7. The data was very helpful to the four doctors in charge of caring for her. That's how they just seemed to know. JARVIS was instructed to notify Bruce, Tawny and Emma should any of her stats spike. After the first week. They found Kyra was more distressed if the others were disturbed from her dreams. It was decided that the data would be collected and a meeting would happen the next morning. The only time the others were to be notified is if Kyra was medically injured. Or didn't stop crying after 5 minutes.

"We should just tell her." Tawny started as the three in house doctors met for their morning meeting. "She wouldn't bother lying then."

"I disagree." Emma replied instantly. "What if she feels like a lab rat? If she thinks she is our test subject she is less likely to open up to us."

"These are both good points." Bruce murmured as he took a deep swig of his coffee.

"What's more important? That she tells us the truth or feels comfortable?" Emma looked at Tawny. The two were coworkers. They'd established an odd relationship. Emma becoming much more emotionally attached to Kyra.

"She's wasting energy and time by keeping everything bottled up. It will deter her progress further down the line. That was the only point I was making."

"It is interesting to observe what she is lying about though. She states she's fine. It seems to be because she doesn't want to hurt any of us."

"It is a sweet thought Bruce, but will still harm her in the future." Emma was staring into her cup of tea as Tawny spoke. "We are trying to establish the strongest base of support that we can. If it's initiated with lies then when she falls, it will cause more damage than the truth will now."

"We should still respect her wishes." Emma piped up. "It's her choice to talk about it or not. We shouldn't be forcing her to do anything."

"I agree. Pepper and Tony have not had good reactions when Kyra has confided in them. It's understandable that she would be withdrawn after that kind of an experience. But she needs to know that she is safe. That she can come to us and speak without judgment."

"I feel we've already established that."

"She still has doubts Bruce."

"I wouldn't want to speak to anyone who was always watching me without my consent. Doesn't evoke a sense of comfort." Emma paused bringing her tea too her mouth. "Besides, she will always have doubts, she was tortured. It will take more than 10 years to hopefully erase that damage."

"But," Tawny interrupted. "What happens when she finds out? What's more important? Short term or long term improvement."

"You have a point." Bruce agreed. Emma hummed in response, drinking from her cup. "I need to start testing her powers soon anyway. The only way we can help her gain control is to know what is happening when she uses her powers."

"So she'll be finding out either way." The others nodded to Emma. She frowned. "I just don't like it," Tawny placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I'm not crazy about it either. But we need to set her up for long term success."

"I'll talk to her about testing later today."

"I think that's too soon Bruce."

"I agree with Emma on this one." Tawny backed up her partner. "She needs to branch out a bit more. She can keep her memories to herself. But developing her social skills is imperative. She should be encouraged to spend more time with the team."

"Movie night went pretty well last time."

"Pepper did mention wanting to try it again." Bruce supplied. "Al though the whole team is going to be staying for the next few weeks. The number of people may still be a little overwhelming."

"We should let Kyra decide." Emma's statement was met with two nods of approval.

Kyra wasn't too interested in a movie night. There's not much that she can do, being blind. It reminded her constantly of her disability, of her past and everything she's trying to ignore. Pepper sounded sooooo excited though. So Kyra being Kyra, didn't want to say no.

"You don't have to say yes Kyra," Emma cooed softly in her ear.

"I know, but… I want to make everyone happy… and it might be fun. Plus, Nat King Cole is supposed to be in this movie!"

Kyra's POV

I haven't watched this movie before. I won't really be watching it now. Pepper say's it's a western. And it's got Nat King Cole in it. He has the most calming voice in the world. I snuggled up with Natasha and Emma. We were sharing one of my many fuzzy blankets. Tony had bought an absurd amount of the fuzzy blankets for me. It seemed like he didn't know how else to show affection. It didn't bother me too much. I had the rest of the Avengers to look after me. I…trusted them… It was a scary concept. But I did. I felt safe here. I had a small smile on my face as I leaned into Natasha listening to Tony complain. This. This was home.

"I just don't understand…. This movie came out in 1965! It's almost as old as, as Capsicle!"

"Classic things have their charm too Onie." I breathed out softly. I felt like everyone was looking at me and started fidgeting. I was starting to speak more openly. But it was mostly when I was around Natasha, Emma, Pepper, Clint and Steve. Everyone was still getting used to it.

"She's got you there Stark." Clint replied. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"You… you want to watch this Kyra?" He breathed in disbelief I nodded hesitantly, looking down. I was still afraid of a lot of things. There was a soft pause. I kept my sightless eyes down. It was a habit I'd had beaten into me from those Tentacle Loving bastards. Tony walked over and kissed my forehead. "Anything for you kid." Pepper came in with Steve carrying multiple bowls of popcorn. They set them down around the coffee tables.

"Let's start the movie then." Pepper chirped. JARVIS dimmed the lights and started the film. It was good. I was happily watching the movie. It's set in the 1890s. The heroine is Cat Ballou. She comes home from school to her father's ranch. She discovers her father was being threatened by a gunman. The man gave me the shivers. But I think he was supposed to. Cat brings home two "outlaws" to try and keep her father safe along with his farm hand Jackson. They were really funny.

Clint's POV

Short stack was loving the movie. She was completely relaxed. It was something I think everyone could get used to. Frank Ballou was getting followed around by his three 'guards'

"Now stand back! I could trip over one of you and get trampled in the crowd." Kyra giggled. It was music to all of our ears. She couldn't see what was happening. Ballou just got shot by the 'bad guy' I glanced at Kyra to make sure that she was alright. She was frowning. Then Cat screamed in agony at the loss of her father. Kyra quickly screamed just as loud.

Kyra's POV

**Flashback**

The blond woman screamed at the top of her lungs as she rushed into the room. The blood that stained almost every surface must have been too much for her weak mind. She was supposed to be gone. I didn't want to kill her. My mission was just this man she was screaking about. She didn't need to die. But I was to kill and not be seen. She turned around and faced me finally realizing the danger she was in. 3 seconds later the woman laid on the floor with a gaping hole in her forehead. It was a quick death. The sound of her scream still echoed in my mind. Blood oozing down her forehead. I looked down at the mess. It was my mission. To drag out the death. I had no choice. The mission wasn't finished though. I took out my hack saw and began to remove my target's head. Peirce demanded I bring him the heads of my targets. Finally the limp was severed, packaged and ready for transfer. I glanced at the fear stricken face of that woman. I didn't care. I wasn't built to care. I wasn't allowed to care.

But even as she lay motionless. I could still hear her screaming.

**Flashback End**

"Kyra! Kyra honey! Kyra it's alright." I heard someone screaming my name. Over that woman's screaming. She was coming for me.

"I'm sorry! I didn't have a choice! I couldn't stop it! I had to kill him! I had to! You weren't supposed to be there! You were supposed to be at your friend's house! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry…. So, so, sorry…." The words flowed out like a waterfall. I was shaking. I deserved it. Revenge was everyone's right. But I thought she was dead….

"Kyra! Kyra! Look at me! Kyra open your eyes!" I was being shaken. I know. I know that voice… who…? I was suddenly back in the living room curled up on the couch. Natasha was cupping my face with Pepper and Steve right behind her. Clint was rubbing my back soothingly. I started gasping for air. I couldn't breathe. What was that? What, when… why…. Why did I….?

Natasha's POV

Kyra's scream scared the crap out of all of us. She sounded like she was being murdered. She instantly paled and became unresponsive. Her eyes glazed over and her face was stone cold. Her body was rigid. We all crowded around her in a second. The movie kept playing, completely forgotten. Even by the AI that runs our house. I grabbed Kyra's face and tried to bring her back. Pepper was rubbing circles on her back gently and stroking her hair. She started sobbing hysterically.

"Kyra! Kyra honey! Kyra it's alright!" Emma tried soothing. It didn't work.

"I'm sorry! I didn't have a choice! I couldn't stop it! I had to kill him! I had to! You weren't supposed to be there! You were supposed to be at your friend's house! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry…. So, so, sorry…." Her voice broke off at the end. It was a flashback of one of her kills. I know from experience that these are some of the worst to come out of. I kept searching her face for recognition. To see if she was coming back to us.

"Come on Kyra, come back to us. Come back. You're safe." I cooed to her gently. "Come back, princess." Her breathing rate started to level out. She was gasping for air like she'd been underwater for ages. She was shaking.

"Na...Natasha?" she gasped out.

"Oh honey!" Pepper cried as soon as she was starting to respond. Kyra buried her head into Pepper's shoulder and cried. A few minutes later she calmed down enough to pull away from Pepper. Clint had jumped off the couch by this time, Pepper taking his seat instantly.

"…I'm…I'm sorry for ruining movie night…. Guys…" she whimpered out. Her shoulders were rounded. Whatever memory it had been took a lot out of her. "I'm always ruining everything….." she said it so quietly that I don't know if anyone else heard her.

"Movie night isn't over yet Princess. The movie isn't even half over yet." I said smiling.

"But, what if… I..?"

"Then we'll pause the movie again. Besides, this was a great time for a bathroom break and beverage refill." Tony stated nonchalantly. He was getting good at that. The room became quiet so only the movie could be heard. Suddenly Cat shouted. "Love is not blind! I see all your faults and I know what you're like and I don't care! I love ya anyhow!" We all looked towards Kyra's teary face.

"No matter what Short stack. We love ya anyhow." Clint said smugly imitating Cat's voice horribly. Kyra cracked a small smile. I don't know if she could tell, but we were all smiling at her.

Kyra's POV

"No matter what Short stack. We love ya anyhow." Clint stated from my right. His voice was smug and had a funny western accent. Like he was stating the simplest, truest fact in the world. I suddenly felt so warm. Safe. Nat and Pepper were on either side of me. Emma was close too. I could feel them both squeeze me gently. I was safe. I was loved. I was home.

The movie sounded really good. Cat ended up riding of into the sunset in a hearse with her rag tag band of outlaws. She'd killed a man, but the people she loved still supported her. It was a nice ending. Nat King Cole sang through most of the movie. Every time I got nervous a few minutes later he was singing again and it calmed me right down.

Tony's POV

It was weird that Nat King Cole still calmed Kyra down. Nostalgic seeing her face relax at his voice. It reminded me of all the times she'd listen to that stupid song with Dad. He only had a soft spot for Kyra. Now that I wasn't jealous of it I could see why. "Ooo! Daddy! Will you dance with me?!" Her young voice rang in my memory. I wanted her to be that happy again. Always. Part of the old Kyra was still in there. I wonder if his songs would help Kyra remember her older memories. I'll have to talk to Bruce about it later.

3rd Person's POV

As Kyra's physical health grew, Tony felt pressured to bring her back to herself as soon as possible. Tony orchestrated a series of 'Modern Culture Lessons'. Thor and Steve join as well. None of these ended well if Tony were directly involved.

"Tony, are you really sure you want to keep doing this? After every lesson you end up injured or unconscious."

"It's for the greater good Bruce. My sister needs to be brought up with the times." Raising his hand in determination, then wincing at the pain the motion caused him. "She's missed too much Bruce, and it's my fault. She needs to be brought back to the world. She needs her life back."

"It doesn't work like that Tony."

"It has to. I've failed her enough." Bruce shook his head at Tony. In typical Stark fashion he believed that he could save Kyra. Then by doing so absolve all of his sins from their childhood. Though his persistence caused a larger rift to grow between the Starks. Kyra wasn't alone though. She'd taken to playing pranks with Clint. Steve would read to her regularly. Thor would entertain Kyra with stories of Asguard. All of them happily taking her out of the prison that was her memories. Kyra was still sleeping as much as possible. If only to find some more of herself.

Kyra's POV

There are still no real faces in my memories. Not of the people I want to know. Everything is blurred or distorted. At least all of the things I want to remember. Everything I want to forget is clear as day. I've killed so many people. I didn't pull the trigger or hold the knife, Frosty did. We were a team. I could remember that much. Cold and cold hearted. Frozen. Permanently.

**Flashback**

I sat in a dark room. Eyes forward. No expression. I was a tool and nothing more. I needed to remember that. Remember my place. Or they would remind me. The pain. The door to the room creaked open. A small scientist waddled in. I kept my eyes forward. No eye contact. Speak when spoken to. Remember your place. "Vell done my dear. I hear your mission vas a big success." I didn't respond. I don't know what this man wants. Will he hurt me? Make me bleed? T..touch me? I shuttered at the thought. Frosty was still on his own mission. So he wouldn't be here to save me. Even if he wasn't. Fighting only got us beaten worse. At least he wouldn't have to hear me screaming. "This vay my dear." Silently standing I followed the man. Four guards instantly flanked me. I didn't even flinch. This was normal. I was being lead to the experimentation room. My blood ran cold. Inside I was terrified. Everything inside me screamed to run. Remaining stoic I walked on. The chair however wasn't empty. The gleam of a metal arm. It was Frosty. I was to watch him be tortured. I had done everything perfectly. Why was I being punished?

"Ah, our second asset has arrived. My dear. Do you know why you are here?" I shook my head quickly. My eyes remained down but I could see Frosty's muscles tense instantly. They were usually tense, but the action showed me, something horrible was coming. "Your mission is not complete." I met the eyes of my commander.

"Who lives?" Panic lacing my crackling voice. I'd made sure the entire family was dead. Every. Last. Soul. How could I have failed? A large hand quickly connected with my skull.

"You will speak when spoken to asset." Two of the guards forced me to my knees. I wanted to struggle to scream. But I knew that it would be worse if I did. There wasn't a point. This was my life. HYDRA saved me. Gave me a purpose. We were saving the world. My arms were held behind my back. Another hand gripped my hair fiercely. I could feel patches being ripped from my scalp, but made no sound. As I was trained. I was the Eyes, Frosty the fist. Both the property of HYDRA. "Now, my dear. It appears that you have gathered a following. The messes you leave after your kills have gained you a name. Would you like to know what it is?" My eyes were trained forward. Don't think. Don't speak. Don't look. Frosty is in trouble. One wrong move and we could both be killed. Or worse. He could be taken again. Our commander continued. "They state that only one with a frozen heart could commit such merciless crimes. You will now be known as Permafrost. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"What is your name"

"…K…" Kyra. My name is Kyra. No don't say that. A large fist slammed into the back of my neck.

"What was that my dear?"

"Permafrost.."

"What is your name?"

"P..permafrost."

"Who do you serve?"

"HYDRA"

"What is your purpose?"

"To be the eyes of HYDRA for our fist so that we may change the world." I repeated. "Hail HYDRA" My voice sounded confident. Inside I was terrified. This is what they wanted to hear. They'd let us go now right? To our squalid cell where we couldn't even sleep.

"Prove your commitment to us my dear."

"How?" I turned facing my commander. Desperate to be done with him. Done with this. Desperate to lay on the cold floor of my cell in the dark and know that I am safe.

"Our soldier has broken the rules." He turned towards Frosty. . If Frosty was anything it was loyal. We had to be. A greater desperation began to settle. They are going to make me torture my partner. My head rose in instinct. We can't show any emotions. That was the test. Where is my loyalty; To Frosty or HYDRA? "He was order to return to base upon completeing his mission." I nodded to my commander. Terrified of what Frosty could have done. "instead he made his way to the outskirts of Stollengrad" no... "He was ordered to return but instead he followed you on your mission." I was mission went well. Why would he do that? 'you know why.' a voice in my head whispered.

"What do you need me to do Sir?" My voice held an icier tone. I've never had to hurt Frosty before. He was all I had. I remember my kills. I never felt satisfaction; other than I would be able to return to base and eat. What were they going to make me do to him? My heart caught in my throat. God I prayed my fear didn't show.

"You will wipe his memories." No…. "He has grown unruly. He needs to be reset before he is returned to cryo-freeze." I knew fear flashed through my eyes. Flashing my gaze quickly to Frosty's I knew; he knew. This may be the last time we see each other. I was about to object. To ask to take his place. To take his punishment as he had so frequently done for me. But his eyes stopped me. They were always so expressive. They always betrayed him. 'Don't' that's what they were screaming. The mouth guard was in place, he was secured and ready to go. He couldn't move even with all of the strength and training they had given him. 'Obey them. Do it.' His eyes screamed the saddest thing in the world. 'Save yourself.' I nodded in response to my superior. Our silent conversation lasting only seconds. Walking towards the button I turned the unit on. The room came alive with the sound of electricity. I couldn't meet his eyes. I turned the switch and simply stared into space. Pretending I was anywhere but here. He'd trained me. Been my only friend. My partner. My Everything. All of that was going to leave him though. Again.

**Flashback End**

I don't understand why I keep seeing that memory. It's one of the more frequent ones. It always ends with his screaming. I can still hear him screaming now. But he wasn't there. That was who knows how long ago. Hell he could be dead. Oh god, don't think like that. I want to save him. I want to find him. I, I need to. Everything was wet. I needed to change my sheets again.

"JARVIS? Can you get Emma or Tawny?"

"No need, I'm already here." Emma's voice cooed. "At least you weren't screaming this time." That offered next to no comfort. His deep voice was still in the back of my mind. Dying in pain. My heart physically clenched.

"Emma..." I gasped out. Gripping my shirt tightly.

"Kyra honey what is it?"

"It….hur..ts…" suddenly I was drowning again. I grabbed for air as I felt my throat close. There was a cold feeling. Someone was squeezing. His screaming got louder. I could hear Frosty as my name was ripped from his throat.

3rd Person POV

Emma panicked as Kyra whimpered then went limp again in her arms. Laying her on the floor quickly an assessment was performed. JARVIS alerted every one of the situation. He rattled off Kyra's health stats as they changed.

"Heart rate 100 bpm and rising. An irregular rhythm. I believe Ms. Stark is having a heart attack." Bruce tore his way through the tower. The others took action. Tawny and Emma were grabbing medical supplies. Tawny prepped the defibrillator, Emma the breathing tube.

"It's charged. Emma back off." Leaning over the convulsing woman Tawny pressed the paddles together. "Clear." Half way to Kyra's room Bruce called to JARVIS.

"JARVIS I want a live feed of her stats. Heart rate, blood pressure, oxygen levels. Everything."

"Yes Doctor Banner." A virtual monitor appeared in the room and floated along with Bruce as he ran.

"Clear!"

"She's still not responding sir. Ms. Thurmond is preparing to intubate." Bruce burst into the room.

"Clear!" Tawny pulled back the paddles as Emma leaned forward preforming CPR.

"Oxygen levels are dropping. It appears she is not breathing. Her heart is beating at 47 bpm."

"JARVIS is there an obstruction?"

"No Doctor Banner, her airway is clear."

"She's back in sinus rhythm. Her heart rate is stabilizing." Tawny jumped up and grabbed the oxygen supplies.

"Ready to intubate." Emma's voice was cool and collected.

"Machine is set."

"Tube is in place." Emma looked up at the virtual screen displaying Kyra's stats. Her chest began to rise and fall slightly.

"The oxygen levels in her blood are rising steadily."

"Her heart rate is stable at 70 bpm." Taking a deep breath Tawny and Emma both leaned back as Bruce looked over Kyra. "What the hell just happened?" Tawny breathed in confusion.

"She was having a nightmare," Emma started. "At least I think? I didn't hear her scream."

"Ms. Kyra didn't make any sound." JARIVS announced. "I alerted you because her heart rate was elevated and her neurons were firing erratically." Tawny observed her clothes and noticed they were plastered to her body.

"She's dripping with sweat. Emma, help me dry her off."

"I'll grab towels." Hopping up the younger doctor headed towards the supply wardrobe.

"Bruce! What the hell happened!" Tony's face appeared in a virtual screen above the room. There was panic behind him. Pepper could be heard in the back crying hysterically.

"JARVIS, Block Tony's feed. We need to concentrate."

"What! Don'!"

"Yes Doctor Banner." Emma and Tawny had started to wipe off the sweat.

"God, she's freezing." Emma cried as her hand brushed her forehead.

"What's her temperature JARVIS?"

"Her normal temperature, steady 90 degrees. It appears she absorbed the heat from your hand Ms. Thurmond." Both Doctors looked towards Bruce.

"We can't wait any longer." Bruce and Tawny glanced at Emma. She gave a defeated nod, they couldn't hold off testing any more. She had to know what her suit did. They had to find out what was happening to her. It was the only chance of keeping her alive.

"I'll start testing tomorrow." As the adrenaline left their minds started to clear.

"We should tell the others."

"What? We don't know anything."

"I'll go." Bruce cut off the bickering. "Can you get her back in bed?"

"Yeah, just let me change the sheets." Nodding Bruce made his way out of the room.

The live feed from her room was playing in the lounge. Kyra laid on the floor. I breathing tube inserted. Medical stats were displayed but no one bothered to understand them. Tony held stood stiff as he watched Bruce leave the room. His muscles hard as stone. Bruce walked in and everyone but Tony rushed forward. Tony's broken heart only had eyes for Kyra.

Tony's POV

I knew that the others were here. I knew that Pepper was only a few feet away from me. I knew that I wasn't alone. That didn't stop the feeling though. I knew that Pepper was crying and scared. But I didn't move from my spot. I could, I could easily move and reach out and hold the love of my life. Tell her it will be okay, we'll figure it out. It was a lie. False hope of a family. Some happy ending that's going to get ripped out of my hands every time it's within my grasp. Tawny and Emma were gently loading Kyra onto a stretcher so they could move her. I'd been cut out. All I could do was sit and watch. I was helpless. Helpless. I'm Anthony Edward Stark. I can do anything. I'll be damned if I take this sitting down. I am NOT helpless. I will not be helpless. I will not feel this way ever again. Dammit. I need a drink.

Bruce's POV

They all rushed forward, demanding answers. Screaming, worrying, scared. Pepper gave a new meaning to the word frantic. She was being supported by Nat. I swore I almost saw a tear on her cheek. It was probably the light, or the stress, or anything really.

"I don't know." I muttered out softly. My broken eyes meeting theirs. "We still don't know." Pepper exploded at this. Her red eyes and blotchy face contorting with anger.

"What do you mean you don't know?! How can you not know?! My baby sister just had a heart attack after waking up from a dream! How the hell is that possible."

"It isn't." I cut off Pepper's rant.

"Screaming isn't going to help the situation. Pep" Tony was noticeably absent. Pepper turned on Steve then. I'd been able to keep the Other Guy in check, but this was pushing it.

"Enough!" My voice was mixed with his and that was enough of a reason for everyone to shut up. "We're starting extensive testing of Kyra and her powers tomorrow. You all will know as soon as we do." I don't know if I was shaking in fear or rage. Incompetence is a feeling I'm familiar with. And the sting never dulls. I turned my back on the team and walked away. Natasha caught my gaze, but I didn't bother to hold hers. I was going to be up all night analyzing the data JARVIS collected. As I left the lounge I found Tony, leaning against the bar, a bottle of whisky in each hand. I left him to his booze. The stress of the night getting to everyone. But hopefully while he was in the bottle he didn't make things worse then they already were.

3rd Person POV.

Testing began first thing the next morning. It continued for a few months. Kyra's memories about her powers were not coming back. All she knows is that she can physically push people away. Bruce has more interesting data. When a surge of power is omitted from Kyra her suit can tell exactly what the power and trajectory is.

"It's tied to your emotions Kee Kee,"

"So what I need to stop feeling?"

"No, you just need to learn some control."

Kyra's POV

I have to learn controll. Learn it. Just like I'm having to learn how to walk and to learn how to talk. I'm an adult. I shouldn't have to do this shit! I have to learn how to deal with everything that's happened to me. I have to learn how to pretend it didn't. I have to learn how to smile and laugh. I don't want to. I can't forget. They all want me to, but I CAN'T. They want to pretend it was a vacation, but it wasn't. I've killed people. I'm a killer. Why don't they

"Kyra! For god sakes just pay attention! How do you EVER expect to get better if you don't listen! You aren't even trying!"

3rd Person POV

Kyra's aura darkened as Tony scolded her. But he took no notice. He was mid-sentance when she started to laugh. It was soft at first. And it got louder. Grew strength. The air around Kyra shifted a bit. The energy in the room turned dark as Kyra's laughter grew darker. Tony, Bruce and Tawny watched her body shake with the ominous sound.

"I'm not trying." She managed to whisper out. "I'm not? Really?" she chuckled along with each word. "Huh, well I'll be damned. Here I thought I was."

"We know you're trying Kyra." Tawny tried to sooth. Kyra didn't even respond.

"Can't handle the focus being on anyone but you can you Stark?" Her voice lost the last ounce of playfulness. "I'm sorry that my abduction is an inconvenience for you. But in case you haven't noticed I'M DOING THE BEST I FUCKING CAN!" Everyone was caught off guard. Her shoulders were squared and she stood tall.

"Kyra, it's been."

"Over a year?! I know Anthony, you guys tell me that all the time. How long this is taking me. How slow I'm recovering. Remember this Tony, I was GONE FOR10 YEARS! And I'm starting to remember more and more and more every fucking day. And I. Don't. Want to. You want me to get better? Huh? To be happy and smile and laugh again. Be your sweet baby sister? Hmm?" Tony's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. "Not going to happen. I've killed people. Taken life. You can't fix that. Being treated like a science experiment and being studied sure as shit isn't fixing it either. I'm broken beyond repair. And ya know what, I don't really feel like trying anymore. I'm all tried out. I've been fighting long enough and for what?!" Her body language relaxed and she turned from the group. Stumbling forward. "Frosty is probably dead now anyway. Besides, why the hell would he want someone as broken as me..." Bruce and Tawny were both surprised. But not for the same reason Tony was. Kyra was walking on her own. She was pissed, but she was walking. She made it out of the room with out running into anything.

"JARVIS?"

"Yes Doctor Banner?"

"Pull up the live security feed. I want to see where Kyra is going."

"Wait! Aren't you going to help her! She's blind! She could hurt herself!"

"She doesn't need help. Look." Bruce had a wide smile on his face. She had made her way to the elevator with out help. "She's sending out small bursts of waves they're telling her what's around her and where she is. This is amazing." His smile grew as he watched her head right into her bedroom side stepping two pillows that were strewn on the floor. Bruce was grinning from ear to ear now. "JARVIS, I want you to show everyone this footage."

"Yes Sir."

"Bruc!"

"This is so fantastic!" Tawny's voice held nothing but excitement. "She's becoming more independent. She clearly needs therapy, but gosh! This is such a big step."

"My sister is blind and damaged. She can't walk on her own. What the hell do I pay you for!" Tony growled as he marched out of the room.

Tony's POV

Kyra is clearly in some state of delirium. She thinks she can do these things. She's still damaged! She's blind for Christ sake! How can they sit there and smile about her walking. She's angry and depressed. How aren't they worried about that?! Why am I the only one who wants Kyra to get better! I mean she's just confused. She'll get there. She just needs to try harder. Like actually try. While we all support her. Protect her and keep her safe. Kyra is smiling all the time now. Her words were ringing in my head. 'Can't handle the focus being on anyone but you' They were all doing this as a favor to me. How is she not grateful? I saved her life. With out me she'd be dead. And I'm leaving very important work to make sure she's safe. I'm always doing that. How hard is it for her to just get over it? I did. She just needs to focus on stuff, and stop being such a cry baby about this 'Frosty' guy. I mean he's probably dead. I guarantee he is. Walking onto Kyra's floor I headed towards her room. She needs to know boundaries. And she's taking up too much of our time here. We can't keep going through these melt downs. She needs to get it together.

"Are you done pouting?" I called walking into the room.

"Tony, now isn't a good time." Emma murmured trying to push me out the door. I shoved her out of the way with ease. Kyra's head snapped in my direction a scowl embedded on her face.

"I don't understand how you can live with being so selfish." She needed to hear this. "You have every one of the Avengers focused solely on you. We have a world to save and an evil organization to destroy and all you do is whine about some idiot who's probably dead." She didn't respond which only made me angrier. I'm so sick of her ignoring me! "Listen to me Kyra! We are doing everything that we can! You aren't even trying! We've sacrificed our lives, jobs everything for you! I haven't had a real party in over a year because someone can't handle it. I'm starting to loose cred as the fun playboy. The media hasn't focused on us in ages! How, how can you sit there and be so ungrateful?! You expect me to clap for you when you are walking on your own?! You are twenty six years old Kyra. And you are acting like a child!" Emma kept trying to stop me, I shoved her out of the way each time. "Dammit, You work for me! You will do as I tell you and right now I'm telling you to mind your own fucking business!" I turned towards Kyra and she was gone. Where the hell could she have gone?! I roared again in anger. She's ignoring me, turning MY team against me. She has been for months. There was a shattering of glass in the bathroom. What the fuck did she break now. "Dammit Kyra! how many things am I going to have to replace because of your little hissy fits?!"

"Sir, Kyra has broken her mirror and is using it to slice her arm open. She has severed a major artery. She will bleed out in less then 3 minutes if help is not given. I've informed Doctor Banner." Emma sucker punched the back of my head. The world went quiet. I could see everyone running around. Some were screaming at each other. Others screaming at me. I didn't come back to until Steve carried Kyra's limp form.

"We're moving her to a physic ward Stark. She needs more help then we can give her."

3rd Person POV

Kyra was driven to the best institution in the state. She had the best of everything including care. Tony was too stunned to realize what he had done. She just had a hissy fit. At least that's what he saw it as. The others saw it as a desperate cry for help. They knew Tony loved his sister. But she couldn't be anywhere near him. Not when she was like this. It took her another year and a half to stabilize mentally. She still attended Therapy 2 times a week. Steve had introduced Kyra to Sam Wilson. The two became fast friends. Kyra's circle of support was solid. At least with Tony out of the picture.

The Avengers did have jobs. And their work took them far from home. Tony in all of his arrogance created Ultron. A robotic bringer of death. After he was finally defeated Tony took a good look at his life. And didn't like what he saw. Tension between Steve and Stark had been growing. Tony bowed out and returned to Stark Tower after a new Avengers facility was made. Kyra opted to move their when she was finally released. It was another stab in Tony's heart. Pepper insisted that he needed to let her heal on her own. Figure out her life. That she'd come back. But Tony Stark waits for nothing and passed her off as the ungrateful brat she always had been.

After the escapade with Ultron two members of the team were lost. Bruce had vanished, and Tony felt no need to continue to risk his life. Four new members were added. Sam Wilson signed on as Falcon. Vison, Ultron's creation that brought peace rather then death, The Vision. And two HYDRA experiments Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. Surrounded by Sam, Nat and Steve at all times Kyra started to break out of her shell. More "Modern Lessons" were conducted to instruct the new recruits. This brought Kyra, the Twins and Vison closer together. Pietro would do almost anything to make the young Stark laugh. Wanda's powers were similar to Kyra's in a small way, together Kyra was starting to gain the control she so desperately wanted. It may or may not have destroyed part of HQ once or twice, but that's not important.

The twins also shared the horrors of their past with Kyra. Both of them also being kept captive by HYDRA for 10 years. Their pasts were shared, and surprisingly Wanda was very accepting of Kyra once her childhood was explained. She'd never had any part in the weapons business, so it wasn't fair to hold that against her. The trio became nearly inseparable. Steve and Sam left frequently on missions. None of their allies knew exactly where they were going. But they always came back beat up and disappointed.

"What the hell happened this time?" Kyra asked in annoyance as the two men walked into the lounge.

"Over excited fans, that's all."

"With the outrage in the news about the 'damage' super humans are causing I find that very unlikely."

"They vere attacked by ve Winter Soldier."

"WHAT?!" Kyra screamed at Wanda's explanation. She whirled around. "Are you two out of your minds?! That's where you've been going?!"

"Kyra, calm down okay." Sam tried.

"Kyra, he is like us." Pietro interrupted. "He needs help as ve do."

"Da, but if he doesn't want help then they are wasting their time."

"You didn't want help for a while there Kyra."

"Kyra, we have to do this. He's, He's my best friend. You remember all the stories I've told you about Bucky?"

"You really think the Winter Soldier is your best friend from the forties."

"No, I know he is." Kyra sighed.

"Promise me, promise me you two will always tell me when you are leaving. I want a good bye hug every single time. Do you understand?"

"Loud and clear." Steve smiled. Kyra pulled him towards her with her powers. Steve freaked out a bit. "They're getting stronger." He mentioned uneasily.

"Yeah, I'm getting stronger too. I don't want to fall apart again and I will if I lose you." She breathed as Steve wrapped her up.

"I know, but it means a lot that you are supporting me in this."

"I'd be a huge hypocrite if I didn't." She chuckled lightly. "Everyone deserves a chance. Especially if they've had their life stolen." Steve smiled widely. Sam clapped him on the back and wrapped Kyra up in a big bear hug.

"We're always careful kid."

"I know, now go get checked out in medical. And for Christ sakes shower. You two STINK." Laughing the two men followed Kyra's request. Things were looking up for the Avengers. There were always doubters. There always would be. But everyone had the same feeling. Things were going to be okay.