Anya, for the second time, was staring into the face of the strange man who had first awakened her, but this time she wasn't tied down. Moving quicker than she ever had before, Anya grabbed the man, pinned him to the wall with her arms, which felt unusually firm compared to their usual more delicate state. Instinct caused her to bring her knee to his groin, and simply hold it there, not pressing, more a gently reminder of who was in charge.

"Кто - Вы? Где - я? Что случилось со мной?"

The man blinked, obviously in shock, and not understanding a word she said.

"Cap, the chicks awake and you owe me five bucks cause she's friggin crazy!"

Anya blinked, the man had just spoke English, and she had understood every word. Anya had never spoken English before so how...did he just call her crazy?

"I...am...not...crazy" she took her time, forming each word delicately, simply knowing how to say what she wanted.

"Oh yea? Then why you got me pinned to the wall like a hunter's prize kill, you German witch."

"She's not German Logan, that was Russian she was yelling at you a moment ago."

The strangely clad man that Anya had seen with this one returned, as strange as before.

"And besides, if I woke up to your face, I'd be cranky too."

Anya blinked. A joke, jokes were for the weak who did not have the discipline to be a true soldier and any that were weak must be destroyed...where had that come from? Before this Anya had loved to joke and laugh, and now she was considering killing the first person who told a joke in front of her? What had happened to her?

"You're Anya Anastasianova Redona, correct?"

Anya had to think about it for a minute. Yes! That was her name, she nodded.

"I found your file among some others that an agent of S.H.E.I.L.D managed to get while working undercover. You recreated the soldier serum for the Soviets and as a reward they tested it on you. The formula worked and you became known as the red soldier, they brainwashed you to do whatever they said and then as soon as a mission was over they would erase your memory. They used you as a gift to Hitler, a show of good faith if you will when the non aggression pact was verified. You were their tool. Their weapon, their prize."

"I think she gets it Cap, this would be a good time to drop it, and get her off me."

The man named Cap sighed. "Anya, we can't give you back what you lost, but if you help us you'll help a lot of people who have been hurt by the same..."

"Will I get to hurt them?"

Cap blinked. "I don't know but you'd be helping..."

Anya completely removed herself from Logan and turned to stare Cap in the face. "I don't want to help anyone. I want to get vengeance for what they did to me. They killed me! My life is gone and I can never get that back. I want them to suffer for it."

Cap looked horrified, but the man named Logan simply shrugged. "Well, you'll get your chance if you work with us, but ya gotta understand darlin', if you betray us, I'm gonna be just as set as you to makin you pay, got it?"

Anya nodded. She could accept that.

"Okay...well then lets quit being so rude and actually introduce ourselves Logan. I'm Captain America."

Anya would have been surprised, had it not been for the star spangled outfit of course. She had been told that Captain America was the Americans ultimate weapon, he did not seem like a weapon to her, he was a man, a soldier maybe, but definitely someone who was moral and stuff.

"And the man behind you is Logan, though I like to call him Wolverine just as well, he's a soldier from Canada who has," a small chuckle caught Anya off guard, "Special attributes."

Anya looked at the man thoughtfully. He was good looking she decided in a rugged sort of way. He was rather short, but she didn't seem to notice unless she stared at him for a while. He had understood that she didn't want to 'help' people, and was okay with that. She liked him for that.

She nodded and he grunted back in an awkward way.

"Now, we need to find out all your powers, and then we can maybe find a new name for you, okay?"

Anya nodded. This was the end of Anya Redona, she was officially dead now. Time to be reborn.

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The helicopter landed at S.H.E.I.L.D headquarters and Logan jumped out of the way too noisy machine.

"Damn!" Shaking his head he tried to clear his head.

Fury got out and laughed. "Still don't like helicopters Logan? Come on, they aren't that bad."

"Whatever Fury, How are we..."

Logan was cut off by the ring of Fury's phone. Taking out the small phone, Fury looked at the number and sighed in annoyance, flipping open the phone.

"What? Unless Alia and James and sitting at our front gate, I don't need to know about it!"

Logan chuckled, someone was in trouble. But then he heard a girl's voice reply calmly to Fury,

"Well then it must be your birthday Fury, cause guess where me and James are sitting right now?"

Logan almost laughed at the look on Fury's face. "ALIA! Give the phone to the guard, I'll have someone escort you in."

Logan's interest was perked. The kids had found the place on their own, that was impressive. The mission was over, but Logan still didn't trust Fury, he was gonna meet theses kids himself.

Fury spoke for several minutes to several people and then hanged up and sighed. "Well Logan, I guess we didn't need your help after all, sorry for bothering you. I'll have someone take you..."

"I wanna meet em Fury, I came all this way and put up with all your crap, I will meet them." Logan made sure his voice left no room for argument. Fury was trying to get rid of him for a reason, and Logan didn't like it, until he was sure these two were safe, he wasn't going anywhere.

Fury studied Logan's face for a moment. Logan could tell he was wondering if he could convince Logan otherwise, Yea right bub, just try.

Eventually, Fury nodded reluctantly and led the way into the base. Going down a long metal hallway, Logan stayed away from the walls, trying to walk in the center of the hall, keeping the escorts either behind or in front of him at all times.

When they finally entered a room on the right Logan cracked his neck, a habit when he was nervous. Nervous? Of what two teenagers? No, of kids, his kids, his. When they found out who he was, were they going to hate him? He would hate himself, if he were them. He couldn't just not tell them, Fury had said that the boy, James, had a sharp nose, and would probably catch the similarities in their scents so... Aw hell, whatever.

Going into the small conference room Logan found his breath hitched. The girl. Was Anya. She had the same hair, a shiny white, the same facial shape, almost everything about her screamed Anya, him and Cap's old partner, his old lover. Any doubts Logan could have ever had about these kids being his died the moment he laid eyes on her, and were even more confirmed by the boy.

It was like looking into a time mirror. The boy looked just like Logan, the only difference he could tell were some facial curves were softer than Logan's, and the eyes, he had Anya's eyes.

The boy who resembled him so much turned and stared, and Logan would never forget the first words he ever heard his son say, "Who the hells that?"

Logan chuckled inwardly, this was going to be fun.

I've been really into this story lately, hope you all don't mind so many chappies at once, there are still way more to come so, review and be happy. Thank you all for your comments, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoy writing it! Sorry about the wierd numbers, its the only way it'll let me make a divider! GRRRR! oh well, I give.