The medical ward had an observation room within a room that was three walls with a front wall made of plexiglass that allowed you to see in. Inside was empty save for a single twin sized bed and a small square table with a chair. There was a slim walking space between the plexiglass wall and the outer wall that could fit a chair. The door leading to the room within a room was made of heavy metal with a slot for food and other items to pass through.

All the walls were reinforced and supposedly impenetrable, if the engineers had been correct.

Tony had the room made as a "just in case".

It was at one point meant for Bruce, should he have an 'episode'.

And it was where they took Jade immediately following the incident.

She had practically begged them too, teary eyed, refusing to let anyone come near her, stating repeatedly she was dangerous.

Bucky had adamantly refused it, even as he stood with an ice pack to his neck, arguing that she hadn't meant to hurt him, that he was fine minus an aching head and back.

But Tony had made an executive decision and to his dismay Steve and the rest of the team had agreed.

"Think about Jamie," Steve had offered. "What if you had been holding Jamie?"

That question had made his stomach sink, he knew that Jade hadn't meant to do it, but Steve was right. Until they knew exactly what was going on with her, she was a danger to them. She was a danger to their son.

Bucky had seethed, watching Tony lead Jade to the medical ward, his stomach twisting. He'd wanted to follow, but she'd asked him not to, shaking her head when he'd tried to touch her and moving out of his grasp. She walked silently, hugging herself, with her head down.

"It's going to be fine, Jade. Everything is going to be fine," he called after her.

She hadn't looked up, just hugged herself tighter and followed Tony.

"This is temporary, until we figure out what is going on," Steve insisted, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Just so that she doesn't hurt anyone or herself. I'll go with her to make sure she's alright," he added walking off after Tony.

He'd waited until they were out of sight and then peeked into his room to see that Natasha was still inside, cradling Jamie in her arms. Once he was sure that Jamie was safe and sound he made a beeline for the elevator, stepping inside and pressing the button repeatedly.

He took the elevator to the lowest floor, stepping off and immediately being greeted by the two guards that stood outside the vault door. The large and heavy vault door was open, but the barred inner door was still closed. He could see Dimitri sitting inside, leaned against the far wall, heavy metal cuffs shackled to his hands and feet, the shackles were attached to a short chain that had been welded onto the metal wall. They didn't know what Dimitri was truly capable of, aside from his miraculous healing, and Stark had wanted to take no chances on him escaping. His arms were resting on bent knees, he looked eerily peaceful. The prisoner perked when he saw Bucky, a wide and all too cocky grin spreading across his face.

Realistically with Dimitri chained to a wall and locked inside the vault, guards wouldn't be needed, but given that they didn't know what exactly Dimitri could do, they took the extra precautions. The vault was meant to be a temporary prison until they could figure out if they were going to hand Dimitri over or not, or until Stark designed and built a better holding cell.

It was an after thought to Bucky, now that he knew of the other room that Tony already had, the one that Jade was currently being placed in, that Tony had purposefully left it empty. As if he were waiting for something to happen to Jade. He'd intended to lock her up all along. Bucky temporarily pushed that to the back of his mind.

"Sergeant Barnes," Tim, one of the guards said, suddenly standing straighter, they'd both been casually leaned against the wall on opposite sides of the vault door chatting.

Bucky skipped the formalities. "Leave."

Tim shared a glance with his partner, Jacob, and swallowed. "Mr. Stark said that we are not to leave you alone with the-."

Bucky frowned. "Excuse me?"

"I-It's just that- Stark said you shouldn't be here unsupervised with the-."

"Leave," Bucky repeated through clenched teeth.

They shared another wary glance. "But-."

"I won't say it again," Bucky crossed his arms.

Neither soldier argued this time, though another glance was shared, they moved past Bucky to the elevator. Bucky didn't move until he heard the elevator doors close with a ding.

Taking the guards discarded keys from the table nearby he unlocked the barred door, pushing it open, but choosing to stand outside of the vault.

He didn't trust himself.

Dimitri hadn't moved. The smug smirk remained. "Я знал, что это был только вопрос времени-."

Bucky cut him off, crossing his arms across his broad chest. "What did you do to Jade?"

Dimitri chuckled, shifting on the floor, chains rattling as he positioned himself. "что бы ты ни имел ввиду-?"

"English," Bucky snapped through clenched teeth. "And I am in no mood for your games. You tell me what you did to her, now."

"I've already told you," Dimitri's smirk widened into a full grin. "She's no longer yours."

Bucky bristled, took a deep breath to keep himself composed and glared. "What. Did. You. Do. To. Her?"

"Did she remember you?" Dimitri questioned with a curious tilt of his head.

Bucky chose not to answer.

"Does she still trust you?" He continued in a taunting tone. "Does she still love you?"

Bucky's fist clenched.

Dimitri laughed softly, exhaling as he leaned his head back against the wall. "She didn't, did she? She doesn't know who you are, isn't that right актив?"

"I'm not asking again," Bucky growled.

Dimitri was unphased and unimpressed by his vague threat. The smirk slid off of his face, being replaced with a cold stare. "What has been done to her cannot be undone. She is mine."

Bucky stepped into the vault, feeling an unbridled rage that filled him to the brim. Dimitri leapt to his feet, chains rattling, pressing himself back into the metal wall behind him. He held his hands up defensively.

"You wouldn't harm a shackled prisoner would you, актив?" Dimitri questioned, eyes darting to the corner of the room.

Bucky's eyes followed, taking in the camera up in the corner of the room, red light blinking. He was being recorded.

"You think I care about those cameras?" Bucky seethed. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip you apart right here and now? If you aren't going to tell me what you did to Jade then I have no use for you."

Dimitri weighed his options with a tilt of his head. "You'd kill me in cold blood?"

"You deserve worse. And no one knows you are alive."

"That's what you think," Dimitri grinned.

"My patience is running thin," he warned.

"If you want to know what I did to Jade, then you will have to bring Jade to me. I will only tell Jade what I have done to her."

Bucky huffed. "You are out of your mind if you think that I am going to let her anywhere near her."

"Then you will never know," Dimitri answered with a shrug, clasping his hands together and sinking back to his seated position on the floor. "And I will bide my time. Hydra will come for me eventually." His face fell into a cold sneer as he added, "they will come for her eventually."

Bucky's teeth clenched. Enough was enough. He would get answers out of him one way or the other. He flexed his fists, hearing his metal arm whir in response and stepped toward Dimitri.

"Bucky."

He froze at the sound of Steve's voice behind him, letting out a heavy sigh. Steve and Tony were stepping out of the elevator.

"What are you doing down here, Barnes?" Stark questioned.

"Trying to get some answers so that we can help Jade," he answered.

"Threatening a shackled prisoner actually," Dimitri chimed in.

"Quiet," Bucky snapped at him.

"Look I know that I told Fury that he was dead, but I am still on the side of doing the right thing," Steve said. "Eventually we should turn him over to SHIELD or the proper authorities."

Tony nodded in agreement. "I'm with Capsicle here. We bought some time with Fury, but we aren't killing this man. Not under my watch."

Bucky still was not a fan of that idea, but he'd argue that later. "Look, the only way we can help Jade is if she gets her memory back, and that doesn't seem to be happening any time soon, or he tells us exactly what he did to her. And to do that I need him to actually talk."

"Please don't tell me you are considering torturing this man," Tony sighed with an exasperated look.

"We need answers."

"We are the Avengers, not the Torturers. That is not our area of expertise."

Steve hesitated. "Well it was once Bucky's."

"And here I thought we were both on the same side of doing the right thing," Tony quipped with a betrayed look at Steve.

"I don't want the man to die, I believe in the justice system, but getting him to talk is another thing. Bucky is right, we need answers. Fury is going to come calling soon and if he finds out that they did something to Jade, that she could potentially be a danger to the people…," Steve trailed off shaking his head.

Tony sighed again, shaking his head before running his hand over his face. "Has he been willing to talk at all?"

"He said he'd talk...if he could speak to Jade," Bucky answered honestly.

Tony's face brightened. "See. There we go, a non torture option."

Bucky was already shaking his head, but Steve spoke.

"Do you really think letting her near him is a good idea?"

"I'm all for all of the ideas that don't involve the Avengers torturing a man. Who knows, it could jog her memory."

Bucky crossed his arms over his chest. "No. We aren't letting him anywhere near her."

Tony cocked an eyebrow. "Have we asked Jade? Perhaps she should have a say in the matter considering its about her."

"She wouldn't understand how dangerous he is and as you have seen, she is fragile. The last thing we need is him getting into her head," Bucky reasoned.

Tony's response was interrupted by FRIDAY speaking above. "Sergeant Barnes, Natasha is asking that you return to the living quarters."

"Jamie must need something," Bucky sighed, he stepped onto the elevator, turning back to Tony. "We aren't letting her talk to him. It's too dangerous. Why don't you guys try talking to him."

He pressed the button to go up, leaving the two men behind.

It'd been six days since Nick Fury had liberated Anton from the compound.

Fury was less than pleased with him, and questioned him extensively, repeatedly. Anton told him the story that Tony, Steve and Bucky told him too. One the four of them carefully elaborated to explain why he and Jade and Jamie had ended up in the Avengers care.

It was not entirely the truth, but it kept Jade and Jamie safe.

Somehow, he still was employed at the end of Fury's rants and questioning.

He was surprised to hear that he'd continue to be Jade's bodyguard, and by Jamie's, and that they were still technically married. Fury wanted him to be his eyes and ears at the compound. He never would have thought that Bucky would allow him anywhere near the compound, or Jade or Jamie, again.

The excitement that he felt at being able to return, to see Jade and Jamie again, to know that they both were alright, kept him up the night before.

He arrived at the compound early the next morning, heart pounding and stomach turning. He was issued a new badge and let in without any issues, taking the elevator up to the living quarters.

He didn't expect a warm welcome given that Bucky knew about his feelings for Jade and that he had helped and been involved in her kidnapping; but he didn't much care about Bucky's opinion. He never had. It had always been about Jade and now it was about Jamie too.

The elevator doors opened, the sound of an infant, Jamie, crying meeting his ears. Old instincts kicking in, the crying somehow feeling like music to his ears, had him rushing off the elevator, stopping in the common room. Natasha was there, bouncing and shushing Jamie against her shoulder, who was not responding to any of it. The redhead met his gaze when he approached, frowning.

"Didn't expect Fury to send you back so soon," she commented over the cries, she shrugged with an afterthought. "Although, honestly I am not surprised."

Anton nodded, ignoring her comments and looking right at Jamie. "Is he alright?"

Natasha sighed and shifted Jamie to her other shoulder, he only cried louder. "I have no idea. Bucky is somewhere-."

"Can I?" Anton interrupted, arms out for the baby as he stepped closer.

Natasha hesitated, just for a moment, glancing between his open palms and Jamie, but relented. She stepped toward him and placed the shrieking baby into his hands. Anton pulled him closer, putting him right to his chest and leaning down to breathe in his smell. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't missed Jamie's new baby smell, if he hadn't laid in bed at night worrying about him and Jade, if he said he didn't feel a profound relief to have Jamie in his arms again.

"Hey little guy, it's alright," he whispered bouncing and pacing just the way he remembered Jamie liked. "It's okay. You're okay."

Jamie quieted at the sound of his voice, his shrieks turning to whiny coos before stopping entirely. Anton sighed, feeling a smugness to know that he could still calm the baby down. Jamie's tiny hands opened and closed reflexively against his shirt, closing around the material and holding tightly.

"There we go, see everything is fine," Anton continued, feeling a smile grace his face. "I missed you."

"What the hell is he doing here?"

Anton froze at the sound of Bucky's voice dripping with anger, turning to see him stepping from the elevator.

"Sergeant Barnes," he greeted with a nod. "Fury sent me, didn't he tell-."

Bucky scowled. "Yes, he told us. Why are you holding my son?"

Natasha spoke up then. "Jamie was really upset and I couldn't calm him down, luckily Anton came to my rescue," she smiled widely at Bucky and spoke through clenched teeth. "Remember we need Fury's mole on our side, so be nice."

Bucky's scowl deepened. He didn't say a word, only walked to Anton with his arms out, silently demanding his child back. Anton reluctantly handed him over, glad that he got to hold Jamie at all, even if it were for just a few moments. Jamie fussed momentarily, but settled once he was cradled in his father's arms.

Bucky decided to go against his better judgement and let Anton know what was going on. "I know that Fury sent you here to be his eyes and ears, but what you don't know is that Dimitri did something to Jade while he had her," Anton's face fell at that, his shoulders tensed. Bucky chose to ignore that reaction. "And if Fury finds that out he will take Jade away and most likely our son as well and given that I know how you feel about her," Antons eye's widened and a blush touched the tops of his ears. Bucky ignored that too. "I'm hoping that you will help us prevent that."

Anton cleared his throat. "I don't want anything to happen to Jade or Jamie."

"Good," Bucky answered definitively. "Then if Fury asks, Jade is still recovering but she is fine."

"Okay," Anton nodded. "But...where is she? And what's really wrong with her?"

Bucky and Natasha shared a glance. "She's in a locked observation room in the medical ward."

Anton frowned. "You let them lock her up?"

"It was for her own safety," Natasha chimed in when she saw Bucky's scowl. "She threw Bucky across the room with her mind this morning."

"She what?"

"Dimitri did something to her," Bucky continued. "He's changed her."

"What did she say that he did?"

"She doesn't remember. She doesn't remember anything. Dimitri wiped her memories before we could get to her. It's what Hydra does. It's how they keep you under their control."

Anton's face scrunched in thought. "And he of course won't tell you what he's done to her?"

"Not unless he speaks to her himself and I am not letting that happen."

"So we need Jade to remember on her own. Like you did before," Anton said eyes brightening with an idea. "How did you remember?"

"Steve took me to Wakanda to get rid of the hydra programming-."

"No, not then, after that," Anton cut in. "After you met Jade she told me you spent a year not remembering her, then you got your memories back. How?"

Bucky straightened, internally kicking himself for not thinking of it himself. "Dr. Lewis. Our therapist. He hypnotized me. He can do the same to Jade."

The room she sat in was essentially a prison.

But atleast with her in there everyone else was safe.

She felt terrible about what she'd done to Bucky. She didn't trust herself not to harm anyone else, nor did she trust herself around Jamie.

Being locked up was better.

Safer.

The men, Steve and Tony they introduced themselves as, had been kind. Though Tony watched her with a good amount of fear in his eyes. They'd made sure she was as comfortable as she could be, promising to bring more of her things, that she wouldn't be isolated.

That this was temporary.

And then they'd left.

She leaned back against the wall and hugged her knees to her chest, closing her eyes, unable to keep herself from thinking back to the dream. It'd been so vivid that she wondered if it was a memory, and if it was, why on earth would Bucky do that to her? What was the machine that he was sitting in? Who did the voice belong to?

She trusted Bucky, or at least she wanted to trust Bucky. She wanted to believe everything he had told her, which hadn't been much in the grand scheme of things, up to that point.

But something didn't feel right.

A soft tapping on the glass alerted her that someone had come in. She looked up to see a middle aged man with dark wild curls standing on the other side of the glass, a large tray in one hand and a gentle smile on his face.

"Hi Jade, my name is Bruce," he said. "I know you don't remember me but I promise you that we are old friends and I am not here to harm you."

She nodded in answer, not finding anything about him threatening. Least of all his kind gentle smile.

"Are you hungry? I brought you a sandwich and some water," he said, setting down the tray on the chair allowing her to see that in addition to the sandwich sitting on a plate and cold water bottle, there were medical supplies on it.

Her stomach rumbled in answer for her, he walked over to the metal door, unlatching the slot and passing the plate and water bottle through easily. She took both and nodded her thanks to him. He picked up the tray and sat down in the chair, watching her sit at the small table and enjoy her sandwich. She felt very much like she was being observed, studied, like an animal at the zoo, but said nothing.

He didn't speak again till she was nearly finished with her sandwich. "I'm a doctor. And if it's okay with you, I'd like to take a blood sample and run some tests. I'm hoping that by doing so we can figure out what's happening to you. Would that be alright?"

She hesitated, worried that if he entered he could be harmed.

"I don't have to come in," he offered, guessing her worries. "Your arm should fit through the slot. Would that be okay?"

She looked to the heavy metallic door and then back to him, before nodding again. She slowly slid out of the chair, walking to the door, watching him gather his supplies and don gloves. She heard him disengage the lock on the slot again and peeked through to see him hold out a gloved hand. Slipping her arm through the slot, she tensed when he gently took her hold hand and held it.

"I know you're scared, but just try and relax," he said, his voice calming and soothing. "Controlled and steady breathing really helps me stay in control."

"Control?" She finally spoke.

"I have an…anger issue…" he explained placing a tourniquet on her upper arm. "When I get angry, bad things happen. So I have to stay calm and in control."

"Bad things? Bad things like what?" She questioned leaning against the door.

"I feel like if I tell you, you wouldn't believe me," he chuckled, wiping her inner elbow with an alcohol pad.

"I threw the father of my child across the room with my mind," she huffed. "I feel like I can believe anything at this point."

"Well in that case, when I get angry I turn into a giant green monster and destroy things," he answered. "You're gonna feel a little pinch. Remember to breathe."

She flinched at the sharp poke, feeling the energy within her spike at the pain. She sucked in a deep breath and shut her eyes, willing her body to calm. After a few seconds it did, the energy slowly receding to its usual buzzing level she always felt.

"Giant green monster?" She said incredulously, looking through the slot to see her blood filling the tube.

He pulled the tourniquet off her arm. "Yeah. Sounds crazy I know. But this room was actually meant for me."

She didn't know how she felt about that. They thought she was as dangerous as a man who turned into a giant green monster.

"Gonna hold some pressure on this," he warned.

She flinched again when he applied a cotton ball to the punctured vein and released her arm. "So you must be pretty good at staying calm if they trust you to be here."

"Yes. Took me a long time, but I've learned to keep my cool and stay controlled," he leaned down, his brown eyes peering at her through the slot. "When you did what you did to Bucky...did you feel out of control?"

"I've felt out of control since I woke up," she admitted. "I don't know who I am. I don't remember the man I love, my life, my family, my friends…" she sighed. "I can't even hold my son because there's something inside of me. It's..buzzing just under the surface. And it feels dangerous and scary and like if I slip up just once it will take me over."

Bruce nodded, smiling sadly. "I think out of anyone here I can understand that the most."

Her eyes suddenly felt watery and she wiped at them with her free hand. "I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't want to lose control. What I did to Bucky, I didn't mean-."

"Jade, it's alright. We all understand that," Bruce cut in, looking slightly alarmed. "Don't cry. If my guess is correct, whatever is happening to you is tied to your emotions. Your fear. Staying calm will help."

She nodded at him and wiped at her eyes again. "Sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry. I have some tricks that I would be happy to share with you," he applied a band aid to the puncture and released her arm. "To help you stay calm."

"I'd appreciate that," she answered with a small smile. She moved away from the metal door, able to see Bruce placing the sample of her blood on the tray and removing his gloves.

"My colleague, Dr. Cho, and I are going to run tests on this. I'll let you know whatever we find of course. I'll come back later and we can talk more."

"If you find out what they did, can you fix me?" She asked hopefully.

His sad smile returned. "I can't promise that. But what I can promise is that we're going to figure this out."

She nodded again, sitting down on the bed, feeling her stomach sink when he offered a wave and left. She was alone, again.