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Here is the next chapter! Unlike the rest of the future updates there will be a fourth one that will take place today, to tie off the pre-HYDRA part of this first story.

Leaving All Behind

On a cold surgical table lay the figure of a small girl, eyes closed as long dark lashes gently brushed her cheeks. A group stood around her, humans and inhumans alike looking down at the unconscious child.

"I told you this was a foolish venture. Your experiment has gone into a comatose, her body is attempting to protect her system from overloading and killing her because of the blood. She may wake up in a few days, or she may never wake up."

The nurses and technicians hurried around in the background, double checking equipment and setting up other pieces of equipment to be hooked up.

"Then we will put her under cryogenic freeze, keep her from aging and keep her muscles from deteriorating as her body becomes used to the blood. We'll take her out every year for a month or so to see how she's progressing."

The Baron laughed, his colourful eyes glittering with dark amusement.

"You cannot put her into freeze. Her body is trying to adapt to our blood, if she gets frozen before her body has fully accepted our blood her systems will shut down. You put her in there and you'll kill her."

The doctor stilled.

"What?!"

A smirk spread across the barons face and he reached out a hand, brushing it across the girl's forehead. A shimmery glow engulfed her for a second before dying out.

"This girl is our property now, it is our blood in her, you will not have free reign over her. She will have power, and the only way you'll be able to tap it is if she willingly works for you. You will not be able to train unused magic for your purposes, I've made sure she'll be able to control it on her own. Baiting her into an emotional breakdown will do nothing, the magic will only come when she willingly summons it. You will not be able touch her mind in any way to program her to do your bidding, I will not have something that is produced from our superior blood altered with your crude mortal tools. If she does not wake in the next twenty years I will return and retrieve her and bring her to our realm."

There were cries of outrage and protests but the Baron raised his hands, the magic swirling around them silencing the men.

"This is non-negotiable. In twenty years if she has not awoken from this comatose she will come with me. If she is awake she will stay with you. It is very simple. You have no right to deny me, as without my retrieval of the blood this would not even be possible."

Anger filled the faces of the HYDRA men and the Baron snarled, a quick flick of his fingers causing the air pressure to drop and some of the equipment in the room to activate their shrill alarms. At the sound of the alarms the standoff ended, the humans giving into the more powerful inhuman before them.

"Very well, we agree to your terms."

The Baron laughed once again as he and his two companions stepped back from the table where the frail human lay.

"I care not about your 'agreement'. This is what will happen, and you cannot escape that. We will check in with you in twenty years."

And then with a flick of their hand the three beings glowed brightly before vanishing.

Jezebel was standing in the corner of the lab room watching everything that was taking place, giving her full view of the inhumans using magic on Bryanna before vanishing.

The medical staff and Mr Pierce were talking urgently in low tones before Mr Pierce turned to Jezebel.

"Go find Casey and Brent. I want you to go to the house and...take care of things."

Jezebel raised her brow before nodding. She left the lab, stopping by the staff cafeteria to grab the two of them on her way. Once she had grabbed them they headed toward the car, the couple slightly in front of her.

As they walked Jezebel eyed the backs of their heads, a dark smile spreading across her face as she slipped her hand into her coat, fingers brushing against a loaded gun.

Oh how she lived dealing with expendables.

Tony hummed along to the radio as he drove down the freeway towards Bryanna's foster home. The last couple of days had been spent working out the will and signing paperwork for the business. He had a good four months until he was twentyone and could take over the company. During this time Obadiah was going to step in as CEO of the company.

But now he was taking a break from the work and going to see how Bryanna was doing.

Pulling off the highway he cheerfully drew along the road leading up towards her street. As he drove he began to see thick black smirks in the air above some of the streets ahead. His brows knitted slightly, that was from in the direction of Bryanna's new house. He wondered if it was close by them. Soon he heard sirens behind him, and pulled off to the side of the road and turned to see several fire trucks come screaming by, lights flashing and sirens going.

He watched them fly by before turning sharply...right onto Bryanna's street.

Tony paled slightly before stomping on the gas and shooting into traffic as he wrenched the wheel and whipped onto the street, coming to a screeching stop next to the sidewalk. His eyes focused on a house a few properties over that was engulfed in flames.

He yanked the emergency break up before fumblingly turned off the car and pulling the keys out of the ignition. He climbed out of the car before slamming the door, somehow remembering to lock the door, and running towards a larger crowd that had gathered a few feet away, several people crying and several more looking scared and strained.

"Why didn't they come sooner?! Casey and her sick girl never got out!" One woman cried, her face pressed into a man's shoulder.

Tony skidded to a stop next to them, nearly falling over from the momentum.

"Who owned that place? Does anyone know the address?!"

Several people looked over and took a glance at his professional looking clothes before anger bloomed to life on the faces of several.

"What a typical reporter. Benefiting from someone else's suffering and death."

"You don't understand! I was here to visit my little sister, she just moved into this neighbourhood after our parents death!" He spat, his hand reaching into his pocket so he could withdraw a piece of paper.

"Well what's the address of your sister?"

"2543 Ekaf street."

The people who were listening went silent and Tony felt himself pale as his grip on the paper tightened.

"P-please don't say..."

"Man, I'm sorry." The guy who had spoken to him originally said, his own face pale.

Tony stood motionless for a moment before he spun and bolted towards the firefighters and the caution tape, his shoes slapping against the cement.

"Bryanna!"

A couple of firefighters turned and let out shouts for him to stop but he ignored them as he attempted to shove through the the tape that had already been set out by some of the firefighters.

"Let me through! BRYANNA!" He shouted, his voice pitchy and scared.

Before he could get clear of the tape he was tackled to the ground by two of the men, pinned down as he struggled to pull free.

"Stop! You can't do anything now! They house is fully engulfed, even the firefighters can't go in!" One man yelled.

"But my little sister lives there!" He shouted as he tried to jerk free from their grip and get out from under the one pinning him down.

"Anyone in that house is dead! You can't help her now!"

Tony froze before going limp, his mouth slightly agape as his eyes went glassy and unfocused. He stared blankly up at the sky, the stars obscured by the billowing smoke.

Why did it have to be her?

Tony walked into the softly lit house with a giggle, abnormally cheerful. He had just gotten home from the party and although he wasn't fully drunk, he was more then a little bit tipsy.

"I'm gonna watch a moooooooovie." He sang to himself, off key.

He weaved his way into the family room with a goofy grin, slapping at the wall a few times before finding the light switch and turning it on. He made his way further into the room, stumbling slightly into the table and placing his hand down on the face of the table only to freeze as his hand came to rest on the form of a Barbie.

His smile wavered before fading as he looked down at the form of a brown haired, brown eyed Barbie girl. The plastic was slightly melted from heat and the light purple dress it wore had ash smudges. The firefighters had found it in the trunk of the car that had been parked furthest from the house. Still melted from the heat, but not destroyed.

Anger and pain filled him and he glared at the doll for a moment before placing it back down on the table, his eyes flitting over to the couch where his mothers sewing basket sat next to a large fluffy blanket that Bryanna had left behind for when she came to visit. Not that it would do much good now.

He gave his head a angry shake before turning and almost running out of the room and down the hall to the kitchen where he blearily looked around before his eyes fixed themselves on a cabinet mere feet away.

"Tonight your going to forget." He mumbled to himself, weaving over to the cabinet where his father's liquor had been stored, pulling a bottle of vodka out of the cupboard and somehow managing to open the bottle before raising the mouth of the bottle to his lips and taking a gulp.

The liquid burned down his throats and he closed his eyes, the feeling one he welcomed. He had taken several swallows before opening his eyes again, his unfocused gaze falling on the framed family photo on the opposite wall that his mom had hung.

He stared at the photo for a long moment, his mind drifting to the day that the picture had been taken. His hand around the neck of the bottle instinctively tightened and jerked him back into reality, causing him to stare down at the bottle before looking back up at the photo, his eyes lingering on his mom and Bryanna.

When he came home drunk once and his mom had seen she had cried for hours, promising not to say anything to his father so long as he never drank again. Bryanna had cried too. But he had never stopped, simply managed to keep it secret from his mom. Bryanna had known, she had caught him sneaking in late several times, but had never ratted him out.

Self revulsion filled him as he stared down at the bottle in his hand. They had died and he was trying to forget their memory by drinking.

"Damn it!" He snarled, hurling the bottle at the floor and watching as it shattered.

He lurched back and with a muffled sob fled the kitchen just as the sound of a door being flung open could be heard and Obadiah rushed into the main hall.

"Anthony! Is everything alright?!"

Tony looked around desperately, his eyes flitting from memory to memory to memory before he gave a half yell half cry and slammed his fist into the wall next to him.

"I can't do this anymore! Everyday I come home to this damn house and their ghosts haunt me! Everywhere I look pieces of them are lying around and I can't get through the day anymore without getting drunk off my ass. I swear to God that if I stay here any longer I'm going to lose my mind!" Tony snarled.

"But what are you going to do with the house?!"

"I'm picking the things that matter and packing them in a box to take with me. The rest I don't care about. Sell it, donate it, burn it. It's all the same to me. I'm selling this house and leaving this city for good. Dad bought property in Malibu that he never developed, I'll build myself a mansion fitting of the Stark name."

"Anthony..."

"I won't be imprisoned by their memories Obadiah. I'm a Stark, and a Stark never lets his circumstances get the better of him. I'm leaving this behind, and if I ever return it'll be because hell's frozen over."

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