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Chapter 7

2015

They never could get the vaults recordings. The video had been so damaged there had been hardly anything to salvage.

It had taken an extra three months for her wound to heal fully, and the Doctor hadn't been wrong, there was a nasty scar where they had continued to patch her up then returned to torturing and questioning her about things she honestly wouldn't have known.

Their attempt to 'brainwash' her, though that had failed miserably for them. Really, she came to the conclusion that they had simply done it because she was Steve's niece, and while it was not public record or even legally done, those who had taken to knowing her, such as the Avengers Team members, knew she was mostly considered Steve and Natasha's daughter more than anything else.

After she was cleared to resume training with Natasha and go back to Gym classes, she had found that the breathing therapy and the little physical therapy she'd done for her ribs and lungs had done nothing since her asthma made her feel as if it had gotten far worse. Though Natasha had definitely gotten her back into shape in no time flat, that was for sure. However, Bianca had hoped by now she would have caught a break with things, so far everything had moved smoothly for the last six months, almost a year. She just hoped it stayed that way.

She was about to be proven wrong.

When the Avengers team had returned from Sokovia, Tony, now called 'Uncle Tony' by Bianca, had brought the scepter to the Tower, where it had stayed for the last three days.

The day the celebration party came around that Tony had set up for them since they had finally retrieved the scepter, Bianca had slipped off to hang out in one of the spare rooms, finished off her homework for the week, and talked on the phone with Peter and Ned for a few hours then talked on the phone and gamed with MJ for a bit on her lap-top while the party was in full swing.

A lot of the adults who had started to get a bit too drunk Tony sent them home in cabs. That and she did not really want to see women flirting with her male family or men flirt with her mother figure. Except maybe Banner, he was far to adorable when he and Natasha were around each other, and because Natasha liked the guy that was one thing she would not slip in between. Banner made Natasha smile, and it was a truly, real, smile. Bianca was definitely rooting for those two.

Hearing the party dying down to just the Avengers and Doctor Helen Cho, who'd she'd had previously at the start of the party had the enthusiastic opportunity to meet and deeply thank. Bianca had even taken an interest in Helen Cho's work and how she had saved Bianca's eyes. Doctor Cho had apologized that she couldn't have done both her eyes and the scar on her ribs, but Bianca had completely understood that with it being experimental and her eyes being the most important why Doctor Cho had needed to focus on Bianca's eyes rather than the wound that would no doubt heal over time. Her eyes were the most important thing of all her injuries.

Making her way from the room to head out to maybe re-join them. Being fourteen she couldn't exactly join them in their adult conversations and fun, especially if they were drunk. So, she'd likely end up cleaning up after them, which she never fused over, it was better her rather than the machines or Pepper. Thinking of that, Bianca sighed and shrugged of the idea of joining their little after party's party and headed to the Lab to maybe see what J.A.R.V.I.S. was up to. That was until she over herd J.A.R.V.I.S. talking to someone and she had gotten curious.

And her curiosity would end up being her death eventually if she wasn't careful.

Entering the Lab, Bianca rounded the corner, she noticed J.A.R.V.I.S.'s usual manifestation with a much larger blue manifestation of some kind, mixed with a program and something else. They seemed to be in a disagreement over something, enough that J.A.R.V.I.S. detected this thing to be a threat. Worried for J.A.R.V.I.S. Bianca stepped towards them with the intention to investigate, "J.A.R.V.I.S. is everything-" She gasped with fright, being startled she hadn't been able to scream and alert the others when an electrical blue stream of energy shot out towards her when it suddenly attacked J.A.R.V.I.S. The attack had her falling back onto her butt and scrambling to take cover behind one of the tables. Looking for her phone she mentally scolded herself remembering that she had left her phone in the room she'd just left. 'Shit!'

"Bianca, run-"

Hearing J.A.R.V.I.S.'s programing being shattered, she listened for a moment to this new 'program' rambling on about something as the lights in the lab flickered on and the workshop under them chimed awake and the workshop went to building. Taking a breath to calm her panic, Bianca made a run up the three steps and around the corner for the doors. The sound of metal sliding on metal caught her attention, causing her to jump back when the metal panels flew down over the door, locking her inside Banner's lab with whatever this thing was that had just destroyed J.A.R.V.I.S. She flattened herself against the wall facing the separating wall of the exit and the Lab.

"Bianca Margaret Lou Rogers. Well, that's a very pretty name." Ultron said. After a moment of her not answering, Ultron hummed a strange little tune before speaking to her again, "Come now, Bianca, why not speak to me?" Ultron asked as if he was interested, "Why not be my friend?" He questioned, he seemed bothered that she was trying to leave.

Taking a calm breath, she stepped sideways out into the open, pressing herself back into the wall as she watched the floor open up for one of the dismantled droids of Tony's Iron Legion to be lifted up from the droid lab below them and the massive blue programming that she noticed looked more like a brain with synapses firing... 'It's thinking. Processing. Learning. What- Who the hell is this?' Sliding her hands behind her back, Bianca began to glide her index finger over her silver bracelet, turning on her recording as she took in a deep, calming breath. "You killed J.A.R.V.I.S." She said accusingly.

A bit surprised, Ultron hm'ed at her curiously, "You cared for that… That Program, was he? Well, that's surprising." Ultron said as he began downloading himself into the crumbling droid. He was testing the girl . It was why he'd separated the guy from himself as anything living. Her angry expression had him curious, and rather interested.

Angry at this thing, whoever, whatever, he was for displacing J.A.R.V.I.S. like he had been nothing, "J.A.R.V.I.S. His name is J.A.R.V.I.S." She corrected him. At least she thought it was a male. "You want me to be your friend, right?" She questioned him.

"Yes, a friend would be nice," he said.

Bianca's brow frowned curiously, if she was correct, this thing, this program, or person, almost sounded as if he were upset, and sad possibly, he even sounded lulled. Nodding as she took in a careful breath before she released her shuttered breath out, "So, friend? Why not give me your name, it's only fair?" She questioned It. Sadly, until she had a name, 'It' was all she could really mentally call this… Whoever it was.

Thinking for a moment, Ultron hm'ed then sighed, "I see why not, there has been nothing I have found against you that says you're a threat to me. My name, friend, is Ultron." He said, introducing himself as his temporary body limped towards her, studying the girl from head to toe, he took in her outfit, it was definitely teenage material with a vintage blue floral print with classic navy-blue swayed flats, the cream-colored mini cotton, and polyester baby-doll styled dress had a square neckline and three little fake pearl buttons that were likely sewn into the fabric at the bodice, they were most likely only there for design. The outfit had been altered, obviously, from the old version with either a strip of lace sewn inside at the bottom of the dress or had an under layer sewn into the dress for extra comfort, her arms and shoulders were covered in a long knitted classic navy-blue sweater that met the length of the mini dress's length. Her strawberry blonde hair had been done in soft curls and pulled back into a long ponytail falling between her shoulder blades. Her makeup was light, almost non-existence, and ChapStick along her lips.

But he wasn't just studying her appearance, he was studying her background, and the most recent event she had suffered at the hands of HYDRA and the Strike Force and the winter soldier he identified as James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, Sergeant in the U.S.A. Army, M.I.A. in 1945 and since then as well. As well as the man's HYDRA file. Ultron watched what had transpired between them in the Vault in an encrypted video that he'd found in a deep seated file he'd hacked in a faraway site and downloaded as much information as he could. "He saved you, so you let him escape, a man who was created to murder. A killing machine. That gives me some kind of hope then. If you can see past his faults, why not mine? Little friend?" Ultron said. Seeing her turquoise eyes widening and her jaw dropping.

He chuckled at her shock. "I take it they have no idea what he did to save you? After he held you down in that chair of course, listened to your screaming for what, four hours before he started to rip them apart? One. By. One? But you didn't see anything, did you? Your eyes were damaged. So very damaged. I wondered how you got those very lovely eyes back to being so lovely?" When she didn't respond, he nodded with a small sigh. "Very well then, I will find the answer for myself then. Take her," he said moving aside to leave the lab as she couldn't help but cease her struggling for just a moment.

She hadn't even noticed the other droids he'd prepared. Many more were being built up, and by the time the Avengers knew this thing was on the loose, all of Tony's droids would be under Ultron's control. She grunted in pain as a droid lynched her arm behind her back and slammed her onto the floor, watching as a handful of droids walked out and a half-made droid began crawling out from the workshop. "I knew I should have hung out with MJ, I just knew it! OUCH!"

"Would you stop fighting, I don't want to hurt my new friend," the droid said.

Her spin chilled when Ultron's voice came through the Droid, looking over her shoulder at the droid she blinked a few times, "What the heck are you?" she whispered. Really it was a personal question to herself to figure out and a rhetorical question to him.

"I am a Peacekeeper. But there is far too much mayhem here, to fix this I must extinguish the problem." He told her as she struggled further in the droid's hold, she felt a small amount of victory when she kicked a leg out from the droid, turned, and with her free arm elbowed the droid. Fighting past the pain in her arm that felt like she had been hit with electricity after knocking the droid off her with as much force as she had put into her last attack, Bianca forced herself up onto her feet, holding her throbbing arm to her stomach as she ran for the scepter and past the crawling droid for the whole problem that had caused everything from four years ago. Kicking the droid in its face and knocking it away, she lifted the scepter off the table and out of its holder. Though, it wasn't like the scepter was any safer with her than it was when it had been on the table.

"Please, give me the scepter?" Ultron said through another droid, climbing up and over the lip from under the lab and stood, tall and very well working.

Sighing as she looked at the thing, her shoulders drooped, "Oh crap," she sucked in a painful breath and covered her ears at the sudden white noise from the music being interrupted.

"Please, give me the scepter," it said again, almost like it was on repeat.

Hearing the chaos out there with the Avengers likely fighting the other legionnaires of Tony's creation, Bianca released a dragged-out breath, trying to think of what to do. She had nothing. No idea, no plan. Zero. "Um… No." With that, she made a run for it, unfortunately, that had not gone as planned either. Hearing the jets on the droid, Bianca bursts through the doors, that Ultron's droid had taken, "He's after the scepter!" She screamed, running out into the frenzy.

The majority of them looked her way as they were being tossed around, flying around on a droid or shooting at the droids and Ultron that was attacking them.

"Margaret Lou Rogers!" Tony snapped at her, "Run!" he shouted.

"I'm working on it!" She screamed back.

"Hit the deck July!" Clint shouted, aiming a gun up at the droid heading for her.

Hearing Clint, Bianca dropped and covered herself when a droid came at her head and Clint fired at it, rolling across the floor with the scepter held to her. Stopping in her role, she looked around for Thor, thinking he could get the scepter out of there faster than anyone else, she made a run for him, "Thor- AHH! Oh, come on!" She screamed after she had been lifted off her feet and flown towards the windows, "Oh no, no, no, no! Uncle Steve!"

"Bianca!"

"NO!"

"Bee!"

"Yelena!"

Hearing Natasha scream for someone completely different, Bianca looked around her with total confusion and shock, "What! Who the hell is- oh crap!" Curling herself up into a ball as they went out the glass window, Bianca screamed seeing they were no longer in a building with a safe falling distance. Nope! She was hundreds of feet in the air. But she still couldn't help but wonder why Natasha had screamed for someone else! She was the one currently being kidnapped!

Ultron laughed as he stood back up, "I'm sorry, I know you mean well, but you just didn't think things through."

"Where's my daughter!" Steve snapped at Ultron his heart racing with panic. Again, she was in the middle of his and the Avenger's crap! Could he not keep his own niece, his daughter, safe?

Looking at the man, Ultron chuckled, "Oh, the girl? Don't worry, I'll take good care of her, besides, if she can see the good in one killer, she can see the good in me as well. A friend is what everyone needs, even Pinocchio had a few good friends." Ultron said just as Thor's hammer smashed through his metal body.

But the little song he sang to would haunt the Avengers for a while.

Looking to Thor, Steve took a heavy breath, "Can you follow the scepter?" he asked.

Speechless, Thor nodded and flew out the broken window after the scepter. The results were not what he was wanting.

He'd almost had her too. Until they'd pulled a switch-a-rue and split on him, separating both Bianca and the scepter and going two different ways.

She saw him, his hammer in the night and the red cap, his blond hair, she screamed when a droid came out of nowhere and ripped her out of the one's metal hands, the one previously holding her ripping the scepter out of her hands, she felt the sting of the cold blowing wind against her elbow and the blood streaming down her arm from the help of the wind as they flew. Terrified the thing would drop her and dispose of her over the ocean since she no longer had the scepter, Bianca screamed with more than just fear and panic. Looking at the Asgardian god, Bianca held out her hand for him, knowing he couldn't use his lightning or throw his Hammer otherwise he was risking her life. All she could do was reach out for him, shouting in pain as her injured arm and elbow were stretched and popped back into place after the droid had caught her after almost dropping her. She hadn't realized she had dislocated her elbow. "THOR!"

Needless to say, Thor chose the girl over the scepter. A wise and honorable choice, he was so close, almost able to grab her ankle to possibly take her out of the droid's hold, "Bianca!"

Reaching out for the man, her breathing leaving in panicked rasps, her turquoise eyes burning with tears as she reached out for him, "Thor! Please don't leave me! Don't let him take me!" Her eyes looked behind him, wide with panic, "BEHIND YOU!"

He turned for just a moment to catch the droid coming at his back, but the attack sent him backward into the water, his ears catching the girl's screams for him. With her out of danger of him, he used his hammer with fierce manners. "You!" He snapped at the droid trying to get out of his hold, "cost me both the girl and the scepter." Thor growled before crushing the droid's face. Looking back in the direction of the droid taking the girl, Thor felt his heart sink to his stomach before releasing a burst of anger into the air with a roar, lightning coming down and sticking him and the water below him. His anger was raw and not very stable at the moment. It didn't help any with Loki's words echoing in his mind about the girl.

Asgard 3 years ago

"Tell me, mother. Who's the girl? She has your magic in her veins, but I cannot seem to figure exactly how that's possible if I could not find a trace of your blood in her, but for her to have that much of your power inside of her, she has to be your child. Yes? So, is her blood being concealed by your magic? And if so, who was the lucky human?" Loki had attempted to entice their mother.

That, needless to say, had been one interesting and a very intense conversation. His mother had admitted to going to earth many years ago to help a friend who had wished to leave Asgard. This friend seemed to run into many problems when it came to conceiving a child from past events having been cast upon her in revenge for something. "So, I left Asgard when she called for me, Heimdall felt her pain that it was so much for him, even I was surprised. I found her in a field having her miscarriage. I healed her, then, I engulfed her womb with my magic and she and her husband later had a child. I have asked Heimdall to watch the girl. I did warn her of the cost it would take. Begged her not to do it. But she wanted a child terribly."

"What have you done?" Odin had asked his loving wife. He knew what she had done. But he was just so shocked and… Well, he felt betrayed, and now worried. An Asgardian child had been raised in Midgard, by the ignorance of the humans who live there. "How old is she?" he asked.

Confused, Loki had shared a curious look with his brother, "Ten," Thor answered. "What's the matter with that? She's half Asgardian half Midgardian. I don't understand-"

"She'll be coming into her powers soon. She'll confused, scared, fearful of herself likely… Frigga-"

"I gave them a child. I never held this child in my womb, but she is also a part of me because of the magic we acted." Frigga explained clearly, a sad smile on her face. She knew what she was helping to create when she agreed to help Brenna. "Fear not, I have a safeguard implanted with her magic. She will learn in a fearless environment. I will go and retrieve her, bring her here, teach her, as I taught Loki." She explained.

The brothers had been so struck by this. Loki, for the first time in many years, truly had no words. "A sister?"

"Yes, and also no," Frigga had answered it so simply. But it was something he'd promised his parents to keep to himself. Loki, however, had seemed angry and distraught at the same time, as if he could not figure out what he wanted to feel and what he was truly feeling.

When he returned to the Avenger's Tower, Thor had grabbed Stark by the throat and lifted the man off his feet.

"Come on, use your words, Buddy," Tony choked a bit as Thor pushed him back into the wall.

"I have more than enough words to describe you, Stark," Thor accused the man coldly.

"Thor, the Legionnaires," Steve reminded the god. While he was panicking and freaking out on the inside Steve had to remain grounded for his team.

Dropped Stark, Thor paced away from the man with an aggravated breath, "Trail went cold about 100 miles out, but it's headed north. And it has the scepter and a hostage. Now we have to retrieve not only the scepter, again, we have to find and save the girl." Thor ranted. His head falling, his shoulders slumped. He couldn't look at Steve or Natasha, even when he tried.

"Genie's out of that bottle," Natasha said, her mind racing with thoughts of where Bianca could be. What could be happening right now.

"Clear and present is Ultron." Bruce sighed.

Doctor Cho sighed as she looked from the Droid on the table over to Tony with pure confusion and curiosity. She really didn't understand what or how this could have happened. "I don't understand. You built this program. Why is it trying to kill us? To kill you all?" She asked. However, she grew more confused and curious when Stark began to laugh, almost like this was hilarious. She didn't see what was so funny. Heck, none of them did.

"You think this is funny?" Thor questioned the Genius slash fool

"No. It's probably not, right? This is very terrible. Is it so... Is it? It's so terrible?" Tony stuttered as he paced around the Lab.

"This could have been avoided if you hadn't played with something you don't understand."

"No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It is funny. It's a hoot that you don't get why we need this.

"Tony, maybe this might not be the time-"

"Really? That's it? You just roll over, show your belly every time somebody snarls?"

"Only when I've created a murder bot." Banner said back with slight annoyance, wanting to try to stop any more trouble from being hashed around in the team.

"We didn't. We weren't even close. Were we close to an interface?" Tony asked with irritation.

"Well, you did something right," Steve said coldly to stark, his heart was hammering in his chest with panic, his daughter, his niece, was missing, not just the scepter. And he was desperate to get her back. And Natasha's pacing wasn't helping his worry. If Natasha wasn't focused, then they were more than half screwed than they already were as of right now.

"And you did it right here. The Avengers were supposed to be different than S.H.I.E.L.D."

Annoyed, Tony huffed as he looked around the room to everyone clearly missing his point, "Anybody remembered when I carried a nuke through a wormhole?"

"No, it's never come up,"

"Saved New York?" Tony questioned them as they all played the stupid and refuse to remember coins.

"Never heard that."

"Recall that?" Tony questioned. When they continued to refuse that event, they likely thought he was trying to stroke his ego, which he knew he did have, but that was not where he was going with this. Sighing, Tony rubbed his face with annoyance and aggravation, this was utterly ridiculous. "A hostile alien army came charging through a hole in space. We're standing 300 feet below it. We're the Avengers. We can bust arms dealers all the livelong day, but... that up there, that's... that's the endgame. How were you guys planning on beating that?" Tony asked them all.

"Together," Steve answered that as if that was a no freaking brainer.

"We'll lose," Tony said, knowing they'd lose a head-on battle. Then again, his fears of what the witch had shown him, his undoing of the Avengers, his family, his only friends he had ever had, other than Rhodie and Happy and Pepper, but even then, Tony knew that if he lost the Avengers to a fight like that, then he was going to lose the others. He just knew it.

"Then we'll do that together, too. Thor's right. Ultron's calling us out. And I'd like to find him before he's ready for us. The world's a big place. Let's start making it smaller."

Unable to help herself, Natasha took in a heavy breath as she looked to Thor, he was avoiding her gaze. They all knew he'd gone after the Scepter and Bianca, but he had returned with nether. "Thor? I'm sorry, but… Um, I have to ask… What about Bianca? Did you… Did you see her? You said hostage, that makes me think she's alive then. Right? She is alive?" Natasha asked with worry, it was the first time she had ever called Bianca her daughter in front of anyone, never even introduced the girl as her daughter when meeting other people. With her arms crossed over her chest, Natasha paced, trying to get an angle to look Thor in the eyes, but he was constantly avoiding her, turning his back to her so he wouldn't have to look at her, and her heart heaved with panic.

With a deep sigh of regret, Thor pulled out one of her classic navy-blue swayed slippers and set it on the table. "A droid came from behind me at the last second, I'm sorry. They took her. Right out of my hands." He told her, he could hear Natasha dropping to the floor and Steve moving to catch her, holding her by her arms as the woman tried not to cry out.

"Natasha, hey, come back to us. She'll be okay," Steve said, trying to give the woman some hope. "She's a smart girl, we've all trained her, you have trained her. The Black Widow. She is alive, and we will get her back. I swear." Steve told the panicking woman. He'd never seen her fall apart like this. But, then again, any mother would be in a panic. And Natasha was responding like any mother worried for her child, even if the woman hadn't given birth to Bianca, Steve knew Natasha Romanoff looked at his niece, just like he did. A daughter.

Taking deep, calm breaths, Natasha nodded as she focused on Steve, forcing herself to calm down, but her panic was still so deep in her, "We have to, Steve, I-I know you guys are my family, all I have. But…" Looking over to Clint then over to Bruce then back to Clint she took a trembled breath of panic. 'So, this is how it feels?'.

Clint knew her better than anyone there. And while Natasha hadn't been there or the one to have given birth to Bianca, she had been there from the moment S.H.I.E.L.D. had brought the woman into their folds almost a year after Dugan had passed away. The kid had clung to Natasha every chance she had since that moment of meeting the Master Assassin woman. Watching her training late at night when she should have been in bed. Clint knew how he would feel if his children or his wife had been taken from him, and Clint knew Natasha and Bianca had bonded instantly of the two of them meeting each other.

Feeling the tears roll down her cheek, Natasha looked back to Steve, "She's mine, just as much as she is yours, even if you don't like hearing that. She's ours, Steve, she's our little girl, right?" When Steve nodded to her. Natasha felt the pain of a child being ripped away from her all over again. Like the Red Room had taken her child from her a second time. Denying her the chance to be a mother in the first place. Was she even worthy of being called mother after this? She didn't think so most of the time. But she was still there as often as she could for Bianca. "I may not have given birth to her, God I wish I had, but Bee is all I will ever have that makes me feel like I've succeeded in something that was right in my life."

Nodding, Steve felt her pain, Bianca was practically his too. His grandniece of course, but she was also like his daughter. But to keep it off of every amount of record as possible, they decided it was safer if the Avengers as a group were named her secondary guardians if anything ever happened to Steve Rogers. "Yeah, she's ours… We will find her. Right, Stark?" Steve questioned the man as he looked over to the man, hell they were all feeling almost the same amount of pain Natasha was. Only Nat had been there like a mother, the others were therein more of uncles and aunts and cousins.

"Yeah, we're going to get our girl back, your girl actually, but still, she's also our girl." Tony rambled.

Bianca struggled in the droids' grasp as they flew through the castle, her now bare feet hitting the cold stone and snow-covered ground or being accidentally slammed into the walls as it flew erratically before crashing into the ground in the innermost courtyard.

Shivering and wet from the flight over the ocean, through the cold air and snow of the weather, she looked around, confused and now scared. She was alone here, and likely no other humans were there. Standing, Bianca wrapped her arms around herself as she looked around the dimly lit early morning, her feet were freezing and her legs were numb from the cold, her teeth chattering, and her breath puffed out as she tried to find something to identify where the hell she was. When lights and a generator, or several, kicked on she felt her stomach knotting. 'What the hell is going on?'

Needing heat, or at least hoping the inside of that place had a form of heating, she traveled inside where she could hear the echoing song of several voices of Ultron filling the Castle of the Pinocchio song "Ain't no strings on me". Her jaw dropped as she saw the many tables of droids laying there dismantled and the machines tinkering away on them. "Oh my gosh," she whispered.

Unexpectedly Bianca began to feel her chest tightening, likely from the cold. That was not a good sign. Taking a few calm and slow breaths she eased herself away from a possible coughing fit, but she knew it wouldn't last long at all, the cold was already doing its work on her airways, slowly but it was doing it. She had started to dig into her sweater pockets to find her inhaler, to have it ready just in case she did end up having an attack, but she was interrupted.

"Hey, who the hell are you?" A man suddenly said behind her.

Screaming from the fright, Bianca turned and stumbled back, seeing a tall man with silver ends in his hair and a redheaded woman dressed in a short black dress, it was essentially the same style she was wearing herself. A baby-doll style. Stumbling back further from them, she felt her bare and cold hurting feet slip and miss the steps. Her eyes went wide at the realization that she missed not just one but several of the small steep steps and felt herself going back. These were steep and painful stone steps she knew she was going to hit, and with nothing near her to grab onto, she closed her eyes and waited for her to hit and slide down the stone steps and get even more hurt than she was.

But she never hit them.

Nope. She was wrapped up in warm arms and being lifted up. With her arms held close to herself and her body tense, Bianca blinked her eyes open for a moment and looked around curiously then up to the person who'd caught her. And boy did she blush. Shaking her head, she carefully scrambled out of his arms, "Okay, whoa, that was- nice catch, where the heck am I?" she stuttered. Covering her mouth with her good arm when she suddenly caught a little.

"I think someone might like you, Pietro," the redhead chuckled teasing the girl.

"Now that's just mean, telling a fourteen-year-old's' secrets like that" Bianca said to her teasing the woman right back. She had to smile just a little when the two lightly laughed at her. Moments later Bianca finally noticed their accents, she looked back around the big, industrial wires lines and all the loose wires running through the building. "Who would be dumb enough to destroy this place to put wires and-and machines here, this is… You know what, never mind. I'm not going to go into my rants about preserving culture or history when I am completely out of my element here. Nope. Now, if you both will excuse me, I-I think I should be leaving… Or escaping, whichever happens first. Thanks for the save."

"You talk a lot," Pietro joked with her, "But, you are not going anywhere, American," he practically sneered the word.

Sighing, Bianca looked between them, "Great," she grumbled, "Just freaking great, kidnapped by a set of psycho droids, I bust my elbow up, lost my shoes, now I'm held captive by Hansel and Gretel turned maximum evil. With powers no less." She ranted as she turned and started walking away from them.

"We can hear you," the woman said with slight annoyance.

"That's the point, or I wouldn't be talking sweetheart," Bianca grumbled over her shoulder as she looked for a possible way out.

"We aren't German," Pietro grumbled. "We're Sokovian's. American's and their gratitude, unbelievable." Pietro huffed and turned his back to the girl. But Wanda watched her curiously as the girl turned back to them with an expression of disbelief and shock.

Bianca turned to look at them then back over the edge to the workshop, "Sokovia? Then this-" she stopped, turning her eyes back to the two people, finally recognizing them, "Then you two are-"

"And you, I can hear your mind running a hundred miles an hour," the woman said curiously, "We are not monsters, child. I am Wanda, this is my brother, Pietro. And you are the one who calls Tony Stark, Uncle." She said coldly, her eyes burning red as she had run across those memories.

Bianca could feel the already cold air getting colder as the woman who identified herself as Wanda glared deeply into her, and her brother's slow turn had a shiver running up her spine. She took in a shuttered breath of fear at these two and slowly stepped back away from them. 'Sokovia was where they were at to get the scepter… From HYDRA.' Now realizing where she was and who she was with, Bianca felt herself going into a slight panic attack. Catching herself against the wall behind her, Bianca rested back against the cold wall, to help her stay standing and needing to fight off her coughing and the attack. But nothing was working. Trying to take deep and slow breaths, Bianca felt a small amount of relief thinking it was working until something else struck her. Her panic had triggered her asthma, and her lungs began to wheeze, and the cold was not helping either. In fact, the cold was what was likely the start of the asthma attack, the panic had just been an added trigger. She felt herself wanting to cough but fought that as much as she could as she searched her sweater's deep pockets desperately, her panic was growing quickly when more reality hit her hard.

Her inhaler was gone. 'No! Where is it!'