March 15, 1981

Perseus Base

USSR, Moscow

Once they had arrived, Bell insisted that he be present during Park's interrogation. However, Perseus managed to persuade him to wait in his new quarters after he had made his way to the medical center.

"A few broken ribs, a conconcussion, nothing some bandages, stitches, and some much needed rest can't fix." The nurse said. "But first why don't you go grab a quick shower down the hall, it will make the process much easier." The man said oprneing the door and pointing towards the showers as he gave Bell a temporary change of clothes.

The warm water cleansing him of the past few days felt wonderful on his skin. All the dust and muck from the forrest began to make his hair appear dark, almost black.

After having rinsed himself of all the blood and dust, he made his way back to the nurse where he began applying bandages and stitches.

"You must be the patient that Perseus told me about." The man said as he worked on sewing up some stitches.

"I guess so. Did he tell you anything about me?" Bell asked, curious.

"Not much, just said that you were to be seen immediatly. He says that they found you held hostage by the CIA, and luckily they managed to save you."

"Oh, right. Yes, I was releived when they had finally found me. You have no idea how wonderful it is to return home." He tried to sound cheerful in his response but truthfully its not liked he remembered this place or any of the people inhabiting it. Adler made sure of that.

Bell remained silent the rest of the time, trying to avoid any questions he didn't have to answer. To him it was best his actual story behind his reappearance be left up to assumptions and rumors, not that rumors were something he was fond of. Had the rest of these people known the truth of who he was, who he was made to be, and what cause he served, there was no doubt in his mind that they would brand him a traitor and demand for his immidiate death sentence.

"There, everything has been patched up. I suggest you take a few days to rest, come back daily for new bandages. You don't want anything getting infected." The nurse said, interrupting Bell's thoughts as he rose to his feet.

Bell gave his thanks and was greeted by two soldiers on his way out.

"Perseus requested us to show you to your quarters." One of them said.

"This one." His escort stopped at the door. "Welcome home sir." The soldiers soluted to their superior. Bell nodded his head as they left him to hiself.

Located on the uppermost floor, his quarters was quite luxuirous, to him that is. His bed was fitted with comfortable materials along with a smooth wooden desk accompanied by a dark leather chair. He even had his own bathroom. He observed the stand up shower, next to the sink and toilet. It was quite nicer than the safehouse provided by the CIA. Not to mention the red carpet floor through his entire room, this certainly felt like home to him. He ran his fingers down the smooth wooden walls, each crevise within being exactly the same length apart.

Seeing there was a change of clothes lying on his bed he walked over to observe his new uniform. He had spent days through what seemed like endless obstacles to even consider what he was wearing. He remembers looking at himself in one of the mirrors from Perseus' militaty vehicle on their way back. There had been multiple tears at his uniform, followed by massive blood stains. Its a wonder the clothes on his body hadn't fallen apart yet.

Slipping into his new uniform, it was far more comfortable than what he had previously been wearing. His black long sleeve and pants seemed to go quite well with his mask that covered up to his nose. They even gave him a pair of leather gloves and a small hood on to throw over his head whenever he felt the need to. To him, being able to wear boots that weren't falling apart was a luxery to him, along with a nice vest to hold all his accessories. Placing his gloves and mask in his pocket, he looked at himself in a nearby mirror. He actually looked recognizable now.

He sat on his bed deep in thought about what to do next. If Perseus decided that Park didn't prove to be helpful and made the call to get rid of the asset Bell brought him, then there was a major possibilty that his trust would be swayed. He had no other friends or family left, that he knew of. She was simply the only person he could talk to. However at the same time she was just as responsible for his damaged mind as Adler was. It was because of the two of them that any life he had before was simply gone. He couldn't explain it but he just could not bring himself to be infuriated with her. He wanted to be but it seemed impossible. Now that Adler was dead and gone part of him felt more focused. His mind was still an absolute dumpster fire nonetheless. He didn't even know his own name, much less who's child he once was. There was so many questions weighing on him, and yet he didn't know who he could ask and who he could trust.

There was a sudden knock at the door. He didn't expect Perseus himself to walk step through the door, he figured he would have sent one of his men to come and fetch him.

"I see the uniform fits you well." The older man said standing in the door way.

"How is she?" Bell asked, swiftly rising to his feet.

"Stable. Come, I will bring you to her." Perseus waved his hand towards him.

As they took the elevator to the lowest level Perseus could see how tense the younger man was. Bell was hesitant to ask how the intterogation went, he figured asking Park herself seemed like a better idea.

"Do not be so stiff comerade, relax." He patted Bell on the shoulder.

"She will be required much rest for the next few days, you as well. However you will be working with decrypting coded messages. Somehow you managed to get the better end of the stick than she did."

"I don't understand." He narrowed his eyes, looking over to the man.

"Your body sustained itself and adapted better to the casualties than hers did. As I said before, relax. Your freind is stable." The elevator doors opened and the two men stepped through.

"This room here." Perseus stopped at the door placing a hand on Bell's arm just before he opened it. "Do not be long comerade, you too must rest and prepare for the next day. I will answer those questions that are on your mind." He offered Bell a smile as he released his grip and marched down the hall.

He waited until he could no longer see the older man. Looking next to the door, he tried to remember which room he was about to go in. 15B he thought to himself. Slipping inside he gently shut the door behind him. The lights were dimmed, and the figure lying in the bed was barely recognizable.

"Bell?" a woman asked.

"Yes." Bell responded, seating himself on the edge of the bed facing her.

"You alright?" She asked

"I should be asking you that. How did the questioning go?"

"Better than I anticipated. He asked why I decided to switch sides, asked for locations about CIA outposts a few other things." She trailed off.

"Like what?" Bell pried with a gentle tone.

"He asked how long I had known you and how close we were. I told him everything I knew. Its all I could do."

"Well things will be different now. The war is practically over. From what I hear theres a few reminants of the CIA hidden in disclosed locations, some they may ask you for again. But from here on out things can only get better." He reached for her hand.

"I am sorry for what we put you through." The dimness of the room made it difficult for him to see the sorrowful expression on her face.

"I can't blame you. If it was my country I would have done the same thing, if not worse. And now that.. he is gone, my anger has seemed to have settled. I tried, but I couldn't bring myself to be angry with you." He spoke truthfully.

With a shadow casted on his own face she could see the features on his face. "Well at least you look recognizable now. Before you looked…"

"Like a dumpster fire." He finished for her.

"Yea." They both began to laugh.

"I must be going now. Perseus said that tomorrow will be a big day."

"For you it will be, the nurses here said for me to maintain rest for the next four days."

"It will go by quick, plus I will be here to visit when I can. Perhaps next time I can bring us some food."

"That sounds lovely." She offered him a smile.

"Get some rest." He said returning the smile as he released his grip from her hand.

As he returned back to his quarters his mind felt at ease for the time being. Knowing that everything seemed to be going fine calmed his mind. Park was resting well in the medical bay and tomorrow he was going to have answers to the questions on his mind. As he layed in bed he felt the overwhelming flow of exhaustion take him into a state of

unconscioussness.

Authors note: Let me know if theres something you'd like to see happen in this alternate timeline and feel free to go check out my latest chapter on my other story. Thanks for all the feedback, I do see reviews on all platforms, even if I don't respond just know that I have read them.