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Chapter 8

She never had it without her, she must have lost it either in the Avenger's Tower or between there and here, meaning it was likely at the bottom of the ocean or in a big enough fish's stomach now. Which made her feel terrible for the fish.

Sliding down the wall she had rested herself against to the cold floors, Bianca wheezed and wheezed as she struggled to get her sweater off and flipped her pockets inside out. Her eyes burned and blurred with tears when she finally let it sink in that her inhaler was in fact gone. She couldn't keep her panic down, and her attack was getting worse. Nothing Uncle Steve or Natasha had taught her was working because she couldn't focus due to her mind opening up a flood gate of terror and memories from the last time she was with HYDRA.

The torture.

When Wanda and her brother dropped by her, Wanda's eyes flared wide, and she froze while the girl's memories assaulted her mind. Her screams, her cries. The excruciating pain. Seeing her brother's hand going to rest on the girl's knee, Wanda suddenly panicked., but it wasn't her panic, it was the girls. Wanda knew he had a kind heart, he was a sweet and gentle person, and he truly meant well, but the outcome of this would likely send her into a cardiac arrest with how terrified she was right now with so many things being the antagonist in her attacks. Her heart was slamming erratically in her chest that Wanda thought her heart would explode. "Pietro-" but she had been too slow. Her brother's hand had already rested on the girl's knee.

They both jumped back from her when she flinched from him as if he'd attacked her, slamming back into the wall behind her viciously. Her chest heaved unevenly and painfully while she attempted to breathe, her turquoise eyes wide with terror as she looked at them, trying to move away from them. The terror in the girl that Wanda felt had her in choking tears. "They tortured her,"

Shocked, Pietro snapped his head to his sister, "What? Who?"

"HYDRA," Wanda answered her brother, the shock on Pietro's face had Wanda feeling terrible for him considering he'd only meant to help. But she was frightened for the girl. "They tortured her so long her eyes were burned. I could still smell the stench as if I were there, of her eyes burning, being cooked. She was able to only see fuzzy shades and barely any shapes, vague colors at first. After that, nothing." Wanda told her brother.

Reading her deeper, more personally, Wanda saw Natasha, heard her singing to a sick twelve-year-old Bianca, then a memory of her having an asthma attack while running with her uncle and saw her inhaler being used, her uncle keeping her calm and rubbing her back in slow circles. "She needs her inhaler," Wanda said coming out from her mind, and began to search for the girl's inhaler, "It's not here, Pietro, it-it isn't here!" Her fears started running wild when the sound of painful wheezing stopped and the girl was slumped over, unmoving. Reaching for the girl with trembling hands she cheeked for a pulse and breathed a sigh of relief. "There's a pulse, but it's slowing down," she said laying her down. Wanda placed a hand above Bianca's chest near her collar bones and one at her forehead and concentrated. But nothing was working. The problem was something she had been born with. Wanda could not heal that. She was pleading, begging the girl to wake up the slower her heart pulsed. When it stopped, Wanda's eyes opened and looked at her brother with dread. "She's dead,"

Looking between his sister and the girl, Pietro fell back on his haunches with disbelief, "What-what-… But how?"

"Asthma, stress, panic, extreme terror, cardiac arrest," Wanda answered sadly, looking down at the girl.

"Can-can't you do anything? I mean, re-restart her heart maybe?" Pietro asked, running his hands through his hair.

Uncertain, Wanda took in a few troubled breaths, "I-I don't know,"

"Try, Wan, you-you have to try. Sh-she's just a kid." Pietro told her. He'd never had anyone look at him like she had. Least of all a child.

Nodding, Wanda coursed her power through the girl's body, wrapping her power around her heart, and began to massage the girls' heart before shocking her with her power.

Pietro jumped a little when the girl's body jerked. She was turning blue quickly, even as her body jerked every time Wanda shocked her heart to try restarting it up. When his sister stopped after a moment, Pietro sighed, and his head dropped. Standing, he moved to a room down the hall and a set of stairs to grab a blanket to cover the girl's body. When he heard his sister scream, Pietro rushed back to her and found her holding the previously dead girl gasping for breath wrapped up in his sisters' arms, the girls' cries echoed around them. He was just relieved she was alive.

"Pie-Pietro, get a blanket," Wanda told her brother, holding the trembling girl closer to her. The girl was shaking not just from being cold but from being dead just a moment ago. She was scared, hell, she was petrified. Pulling the sweater over the girl's exposed legs and bare feet, Wanda held her close and began to gently rock them side to side and softly sang a lullaby, hoping it would calm her panic. When her brother came back with a blanket and wrapped it around the girl, the twins shared a moment of softness for someone other than themselves.

Releasing a deep sigh of annoyance, Pietro huffed. He knew that look from his sister. "No, Wanda, she is not our blood. They will want her back. They will come-"

"Then why is she here?" Wanda lightly snapped at Pietro.

"She said she was kidnaped,"

"H-he took the scepter-" Bianca muffled a scream when something blasted out of the castle, breaking through a window. The fright of the event scared her to cling to Wanda as she began to cough. She stiffened with fear when the guy named Pietro moved his hands towards her.

Seeing her sudden fear, Pietro sighed, slightly annoyed she was completely terrified of him when he had slowly eased towards the girl, his hands raised to let her know he meant no harm. "Alright, take it easy, yeah? You're safe. Just want to help you," he told her, hoping she would let him try to help her. He watched as Wanda glide her hand over the girl's busted-up elbow and the way it healed quickly. Not even a scar or bruise was left behind.

Blinking away her tearing eyes at the guy, she nodded after a moment and let him lift her up.

"Come on," Pietro told her, walking her to a place for her to rest on a thicker blanket on the ground, covering her back up with the blanket he'd previously used to cover her. "Sleep," he told her. Pietro couldn't help but softly chuckle when the girl passed out instantly.

The siblings had talked for a few hours before feeling the energy of the scepter and made their way out to search for who could have come, it hadn't taken long for Ultron to seduce them with the idea of destroying the Avengers, namely Tony Stark.

"I had a little friend brought here, where is she?" Ultron asked them. "She looks like this," he said raising his arm to them, displaying a photo of Bianca. "Where is she?" he asked again.

The twins shared a looked before looking back to him, "Where you left her. The compound."

Nodding, he hm'ed in thought, "Leave her where she is, she cannot go anywhere. We have work to do." He told them.

Bianca paced the cell that the speed racer, Pietro, had locked her in after the last time she tried to escape. Sliding the little metal star button charm along the thin silver chain and nervously chewing at the inner part of her cheek trying to figure out how she was going to get out of there without being caught again. While she was still technically a captive to them, the twins now colder towards her over the days of she had been there, but Bianca had to be very thankful to them though, by the fact she now had an inhaler and different clothing to keep her warm. That being a pare of black skinny jeans, a white baggy tank-top, even if it was thin material, she had a black bralette, the lace definitely made her feel a little older but it was still nice and brown mid-calved boots and warm tall socks and a fuzzy pink zip-up sweater to keep her warm. With having long hair and it being cold here to her, Bianca went for leaving her hair down from the ponytail she had previously had it up in.

When the door to her cell opened and Ultron walked in, Bianca backed away from him.

"Now, now, no need to be scared," he told her, calmly walking in.

Glaring at him, Bianca calmed her racing heart, "And why not? You did have me kidnapped after all," she accused him.

Laughing at the girl, he stalked further into the cell. "Kidnapped? No, no, I saved you. They haven't kept you safe. Never kept you safe,"

"Now that is laughable," Bianca told him with annoyed amassment.

"You were so wonderful to have for company a few days ago, what's changed, Bianca?" Ultron asked her, his behavior slightly changing to some form of defensiveness. "You can forgive a murderer of a hundred or more deaths, yet you can't forgive me for taking you away from them? They were poising you!" he shouted with outrage.

Not understanding what this was all about, other than him wanting a friend? And while there was absolutely nothing wrong with him- anyone, from wanting a friend, this was not the way to do it. "How!" She screamed at him. Shouting in mild pain when he grabbed her arm and began to drag her out from the cell, Bianca grunted out in pain as he threw her across the hall against a stonewall.

Outraged by her ignorance, Ultron growled with boiling aggravation and anger, "By letting you think they are the Hero's when all they and the rest of the human race do on this forsaken planet is wreak havoc upon one another! You, humans, cause pain and mayhem to each other, and innocent deaths are caused! They are no different than the killers and those corrupted they supposedly bring to justice!" He ranted with anger. Glaring at her, Ultron sighed, easing off from his temper before he went too far. "Why is it that you can forgive that man for everything he has done, yet I am condemned? You said you would be a friend. I see no friendliness coming from you, Bianca." Ultron ranted.

She was learning him slowly over the days she had been there when he'd come to talk to her through the glass of her cell, ask her what she was drawing on the floors with the chalk, or a few other things. He was, believe it or not, a child deep down, but his programming was in distress, confused between saving and destroying. But he was, essentially, alone, even with the Maximoff twins helping him. All he wanted was someone there as a friend, maybe something like Tony had when it came to Pepper. But only Pepper could get through to Tony. Meaning not even Bianca would be able to reach Ultron's sanity if he was taking on a bit of Tony's persona. He was Programmed by Tony, after all. Therefore, Ultron would hold some of Tony's traits. But his Program was not doing as it was supposed to. But Bianca couldn't help but be on defense against Ultron at this moment with his threatening behavior, even if he wasn't really threatening her. He was, however, being aggressive. Breathing in and out heavily, her heart hammering in her chest as she stared at the Droid, Bianca took a deep breath to contain herself. "I forgave him because he saved me, Barnes never laid a harmful hand to me. Ultron, you have kidnapped me, and emotionally harmed me, not including the few times you've actually hurt me physically. You're claiming you want to help the world, but your sights are set on destroying it, not saving it. You're conflicted between two different variables of life, death, destruction, and Peace that you have no idea how to recognize between them on a logical and emotional level. So please, tell me why I should trust you?" she answered him. Bianca swallowed her scream when he advanced her, flying his way towards her with speed, his metal hands slamming into the wall behind her while she stared into his red burning eyes. A shiver of fear slithering down her spine and knotting up in her belly with ice-cold terror.

"Then I guess I'll just have to prove it then."

Salvage Yard

Ultron flew in with Bianca clutched to him as he made their way inside, "Pietro, Wanda, why don't you say hello first," Ultron said to them, letting the twins go in first. Making his way into the ship, Ultron clamped his hand over Bianca's mouth, "You will stay quiet, otherwise I might just lose my temper with you." He whispered into her ear. When he got nothing from her, he nodded, though he kept his hand over her mouth, "Good girl," he said, setting her down. Grabbing her wrist and cuffed her to a railing. Chuckling at her shock and the continuation of her attempts to pull against the cuffs. "I'd say stay here, however, you can't exactly go anywhere." He said amused, her glare was even more than amusing.

Watching him walk off to deal with the Pirates, Bianca quickly went for the small metal pin and wire she had gotten her hands on while she'd been in the cell. Smiling with success that she'd managed to unlock the cuffs from her wrist and the bar, Bianca figured she could use those sooner rather than later. She was correct about that assumption rather quickly the moment she looked over her shoulder upon hearing an angry man speaking a language she knew she was not familiar with. Hearing Natasha in her head from the last few sessions they had together, and took a calm breath. She eased the sleeve of her fluffy pink sweater over the knuckles of her hand and hid the cuffs before holding her hands up like she was surrendering and counted down the seconds the moment she heard his boots tapping against the metal grates below him. 'If you want to live, take your opponent down, and taken them down hard, with efficiency.'

Barton was never exactly enthusiastic about being the dummy for her practice, and she knew Laura didn't like it either when her husband came home with bruises. But Bianca tried to make up for it to Clint and the man's family by sending homemade pies and sweets for them.

When the man was close, she heard Natasha's voice echo in her head.

'Now,'

Turning quickly on the man as soon as he grabbed her sweater at her shoulder, she grabbed the man's wrist and locked it in place which pulled a small painful grunt of pain, spun under his arm, and twisted his wrist and arm as she went and kicked the man at the innermost section of his knee. Dropping him to both knees she throat punched him to keep him as quiet as possible before letting his arm go.

Catching her breath for a moment while the guy tried to breathe, Bianca winced at how much pain he had to be in. "Trust me, dude, I defiantly know how you feel. Sorry about this," she said before roundhouse kicked him across his face knocking him out. "Y'ouch," she whispered to herself. She felt bad about that, but, then again, he'd have either killed her, or hurt her… A lot. Like he or the others of his group likely had too many other people, and likely far more innocent than herself, and she was pretty innocent, so why she felt bad she wasn't sure.

Taking an easy breath, Bianca moved to remove his handgun and the few clips from his many pockets he had and a few of his knives. Unstrapping his knife belt from his ankle and thigh, she tightened the holders around her own ankle and thigh, securing the two clips between her waistband and belt, sliding them partially into her pocket to keep them as secure as she could. Ejecting the current clip, Bianca sighed with relief at seeing half the clip full and one in the chamber. "Okay, this should be interesting." She told herself. When she heard glass shattering and a man screaming as he fell, ending with a thud, Bianca looked around the corner curiously and began to seriously doubt things now after witnessing Ultron lower himself down to Klaue, who he had just pulled out of his top-floor office surrounded in glass and onto the lower platform. 'I am in really big trouble,'

"There is no man in charge," Ultron told Ulysses.

Resting further back against the metal wall, Bianca closed her eyes and released a quiet breath. 'So screwed. There's the speed racer, his sister the Witch, Ultron who is bad enough on his own, and now Ulysses? Just fantastic.' She thought. Hearing Ulysses likely standing and him starting to walk his way out of things, talking to Ultron about what the metal man was searching for, Bianca carefully moved to a different hall, quickly and quietly tip-toeing up a section of steps, hoping they didn't come her way as she flattened herself against the wall of another hallway as they walked down the hall she was previously in and she shivered once she heard Ultron's rumbling growl echo through the metal ship. 'Shit,'

"Very well, let her have her fun, I will find her later. I want what I came for." He grumbled with angry irritation.

Confused, Ulysses raised a brow as he woke his man up with a mean slap, "Wake up you fool, who did this?" Ulysses demanded.

"Uh, sorry boss," the man said with an accent to his English.

"I apologize, Bianca is a little… Dramatic." Ultron said, "Now, let's continue. I'd like what I came for," he demanded.

Narrowing her eyes at the blank wall for being said she was dramatic, Bianca wanted to just break the droid's head open for that. But, then that would make her dramatic. What she needed to do was stay calm and find out what the hell he was after.

Stepping down the steps carefully leading downward to a secondary back stairway, she checked around the corners carefully and followed their voices, hoping she didn't get lost, or go the wrong way further from them or maybe turn the damn corner and run into them. That would not be good.

Finding her way back to where she was trying to get, Bianca tip-toed up the steep steps as Ultron seemed to be in a rage as he snapped and must have done something to make him try to apologize so vigorously and ranting about Klaue to not compare him to Stark before the guy fell down the stars yelping and shouting in pain trying to catch himself with one hand. Moving without even thinking, Bianca moved in front of the guy as she slipped the handgun into the back of her pants to catch him and him grabbing onto her as she moved him off the steps. "Take it easy, hey, hey, come on, what happened- oh," she said realizing once she looked him over, realizing he was missing part of his arm.

Knowing they had to get the hell out of there she tried to help him up until she heard someone rushing down the steps causing her to draw her gun and aimed it up. Seeing the man she had rendered unconscious a short time ago, Bianca knew he was only coming down after the guy who'd fallen down the steps. Or had he been attacked to come down this way? She sighed knowing he was only coming down here to help his boss, however, she was now in his way. Unsure if she should lower the gun with him raising his gun at her, Bianca took a leap of faith as they glared at one another for a moment, she knew he wasn't going to lower his weapon any time soon, and they had to get out of there. Sighing with annoyance, Bianca lowered her gun and held her hands up in surrender, and waved him down to her. When he came down to them, she put her gun back behind her where she had it previously and moved back to Klaue, "Okay, let me take a look at that," she told Ulysses, taking the now unnecessary needed sweater off and dropping it by her feet. It was way too hot for that thing. She sighed at the wound, but at least he wasn't bleeding out. "It's been cauterized,"

"No shit!" Ulysses snapped at her. His body was pumping with adrenaline and pain, the horror of the event wasn't helping much either, he was still in shock. Looking at the girl Ulysses groaned out in pain as she carefully looked at the obvious missing limb he would never get back. He didn't know this girl, but there was a problem, he knew he recognized her, but he'd never met her before! Right? He would have demanded why the hell she was there in the first place had she not tried to help him. "Who the hell are you?" Ulysses choked out, the pain was excruciating, though, he figured it had something to do with the fact that it wasn't nearly as bad as it could be if he wasn't still in shock.

Looking at him, Bianca huffed, not willing to answer the guy. "Come on, you both have to get out of here before he goes nuclear," she told them, hoping the moron didn't try to shoot her.

Breathing through the pain, he growled as he looked up to one of his men he shook his head at him with annoyance. "She's right," Ulysses said, "Let's get the hell out of here," he panted through his breath looking at the girl. He was slowly realizing that he knew her from somewhere, but he couldn't place it exactly. He grunted when his crewmate helped him up and started to leave the stairs, "No, no, no, she comes with me, you, I want you to kill them," Ulysses snapped at the man.

"Which ones?" the man asked. There were so many up there now and he wasn't sure which enemy needed killing.

Glaring at the man, Ulysses grabbed the girl by her arm roughly, his rage burning, "All of them!" he screamed and shoved the girl towards another hall, he knew this ship like the back of his hand, he was getting the hell out of there while he could. "Move, go,"

"You are hurting me," Bianca told him as they made their way through the hall of the ship. The fighting that was going on inside she knew had to be between someone other than this Klaue's men and those who'd brought her. When she heard familiar voices, she felt a slam of hope and relief. "Uncle Steve?" Bianca asked curiously, swearing she heard his voice. Hearing it again and then Natasha's, Bianca smiled and stopped in their move to leave the ship, he was walking on his own. "Dad! Mom!" She called out for them. She shouted the moment Ulysses wrapped his good arm around her throat and locked her in a hold against him as he pulled them out a side hatch and threw her out into the mud before he climbed out after her. "Let go of me!"

He was not leaving here without leverage, and damn it all, this girl just became his leverage. "Go!" He shouted, stumbling out after her. He'd ended up having to tackle her back into the mud that part of the ship was near. Most of the ground now was dryer than the Sahara desert, only a few other parts were still muddy. "I know you now," He said smirking with a bit too much excitement and he pinned her into the mud, "You're that egg-head Captain's niece." Ulysses laughed. He screamed when she punched his injured left arm that Ultron had severed not three minutes ago, he grunted in pain when she turned in a spinning kick that connected with his chest and sent him back into the side of his ship sending him to the ground. He groaned before throwing up as she made her way back inside. "Lit'le bitch," he said, spitting the rest of the vomit from his mouth with disgust before making the rest of the run from the ship.

Running back through the ship, Bianca pulled the gun free from the back of her pants, she had been lucky in that struggle that the gun hadn't gone off back there since it wasn't exactly secured or in a safe place. She was now partially covered in mud thanks that's to that jerk. Checking the corners before she turned around them, she raised the gun before lowering it the moment she saw Thor. Smiling, Bianca tucked the gun back into the back of her pants and moved towards him, "Thor, am I everglade to see you." She breathed with relief. But he didn't respond to her. Concerned, Bianca looked him over, easing him to a stop. When she looked up into what was supposed to be blue eyes she wanted to curse at the Red. 'Wanda.' Taking a moment to think, she heard Tony in the earpiece trying to talk to the others. "Okay Thor, I'm going to need that earpiece for a second, come on buddy, down, there we go," she spoke calmly to really herself, though she was shocked he actually let her ease him to kneel in front of her to let her take the earpiece and slipped it into her ear. When his large hand cupped her cheek, she blinked curiously at the man and saw the tears in his eyes. "Oh boy," she breathed with growing worry, "Is there anyone who isn't spellbound?" she asked, really only expecting Tony to answer her.

"Me and Stark, who the hell is this?" Clint asked curiously, "July, is that you?"

"Yep, Thor's out of it, I have no idea what he is seeing but he is definitely out of this fight- shit, give me a second!" She growled with shock at the guy coming around the corner, gun raised at Thor's head. She was sure lucky they were close to the corner for her to reach him and knocked the gun upwards causing him to fire up instead of at her or Thor's head. Using the railing and the wall by her, Bianca hoisted herself up and punched the man coming after them, knocking him back into a slight stumble and jumped at him, wrapped her legs around the guy she wobbled him off-balanced before she flipped him and jumped off him to keep herself from going over with the man as she sent him over the railing to the floor below them.

Landing in a crouched position, Bianca stood and looked over the edge curiously to make sure the guy was still alive. Relived that he was, she sighed with relief, "Sorry," she said softly over the railing down to the moaning and groaning man.

"Wait, did you just apologies?" Tony asked her through their communicator earpiece.

Chuckling at how adorable that had been, Clint shook his head as he walked Natasha to the exit, "Oh, sweetheart, you better be happy Tasha isn't conscious right now or she'd be ripping you a new one." Clint laughed.

"Well, I would tease her, but I'll be a little busy- Really Bruce! In the freaking back?" Tony grumbled with annoyance.

She felt her stomach ice over as she heard Tony struggling with something. But hearing Bruce being named, she felt ill, "Tony, is he-"

"Hulk? Yep- Oh, shit-Ouch. Come on Bruce, work with me here!"

Sighing, Bianca rubbed her face with annoyance, "Fan- freaking-tastic," she grumbled. "Okay, well, you work on him, I will get Thor to the ship- where is the ship? You guys brought the aircraft, right?" she asked, slightly worried they had flown or something.

"Come on kid!" Clint called up with a chuckle as he and Natasha walked past the still groaning man. "Nice work by the way. You know, most people would think flying is fun." He joked.

"Flying, maybe, falling, heck no," Bianca grumbled, rushing back to Thor she helped him stand, "Alright big guy, come on, I need you to wake up. Come on Thor." She blushed a little when the man hugged her. And it wasn't his normal friendly hug, nope, it was likely a hug meant for someone else, "Oh boy, okay god-boy, up, up-there ya go buddy." She said, really talking to herself as she helped him stand and walked him down to Clint still holding onto an equally messed with Natasha, "She going to be okay?" Bianca asked with worry.

Nodding, Clint smiled at her and ruffled her hair, "Yeah July, she'll be okay after a bit. Come on,"

Looking around the aircraft nervously, she looked back out towards the shipyard, "Where's Uncle Steve?"

Looking back out the door, Clint nodded out to her, "Go get 'im then little Romanoff," he told her with a grin, watching as she smiled and turned on her heels and ran back towards the ship to search for her uncle. She found his helmet and shield before her uncle, however, when she found him he looked heartbroken and in the witch's mind-warp. His dreams. "Uncle Steve-"

"Steph," Steve said, wrapping his arms around Bianca, he pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly. "I'm sorry. I couldn't save him, I'm sorry,"

That hit her because Bianca knew exactly who and what he was talking about. After she had been shot, when she had found the file laying open with Bucky's picture as well as the photograph of the Winter Soldier, she had been slammed like a semi-truck had hit her at the realization that the Winter Soldier was in fact her Great-Uncle's best friend, her grandmother's childhood sweetheart she had spent years thinking was dead. And honestly, she wasn't sure to be grateful that Stephanie had thought Bucky was dead and moved on with her grandfather or hurt that Stephanie had spent a life without the man. Not sure what to do in this situation, Bianca took a deep breath and returned her uncle's embrace. It wasn't like this was the first time she had to pretend to be someone else, her Aunt Peggy had dementia, that definitely hurt, every time she went to see the woman Peggy thought Bianca was someone else almost 78% of the time.

'Oh, Sarah, wh-why have you dyed your hair? It was so lovely blonde, and natural.'

Bianca smiled as big as she could at the woman while her heart shredded. Oh yeah, now that was painful.

'But you are still lovely, always the lovely heartwarming little girl, you are growing too fast. Where's your mother? Where's my da'ling Louie?'

Yep, and that was always the gutter when she asked for her Louie. 'I love you too auntie Pegs,' she'd always tell the woman that, she hardly remembered Bianca as herself most of the time. And now, Bianca felt she was losing her uncle.

"It's okay," she stood there for an extra few minutes, letting him talk or ramble on until he started to almost break when he looked up, and from her understanding, not only saw Peggy and Stephanie, but he was also apparently hallucinating about Buck. Now it was getting serious. "Okay, Uncle Steve, I need you to wake up, come on, wake up Uncle Steve," she said to him, trying to shake his arm a bit. It looked like he was having a conversation with whoever he was hallucinating in his head. "Uncle Steve," she called, snapping her figures near his face. She hated being short sometimes. When he flinched and jerked away from her and blinked down to her, thinking he was seeing things still, she gave him a look of 'what the heck,' and a small shake of her head as he looked at her. When he dropped to his knees Bianca had dropped with her uncle, not sure what could be wrong, until he grabbed her face with tears in his eyes. It took her just a few moments to realize exactly what was coming soon as he looked her over for some time. "I'm real, I'm really here," she told him with a nod holding onto his wrists as he wiped away the drying mud from the right side of her face from when Ulysses had shoved her into the mud.

He wanted to take this in for a moment. He'd seen Peggy at the celebration he had missed when the War had ended, the dance he had missed with her, then he'd seen Stephanie.

'Steven, he was alive? This whole time he was alive?' and then to his ever regret of leaving his buddy there in Russia, Bucky. His friend's grinning smile as he hugged him, the reality of Bucky patting his back in that bear hug he always had, 'Hey pal, come on, let's go dance with the girls.' Then the War came flooding back, the dance room was chaos, dead all around him, Peggy was missing, hell, all the ladies were missing other than the few that were now dead in nurses' uniforms. Then there was Bucky, standing before him in his uniform, his arm missing and blood dripping in a pool below his feet just staring at him coldly. Like he didn't recognize him. "Bucky,"

'Wake up… Come on, wake up, Uncle Steve.' Confused, Steve looked around for Bianca and panicked because he was in a War Zone. Steve froze when he saw her standing there in a white summer dress, blood seeping out of the wound at her ribcage where she had been shot. "No,"

When the whistling sound of a bomb coming down sounded Steve looked back over to Bucky, watching him, the slow turn of his best friend's head to look towards his niece. Steve's heart dropped a hundred miles an hour to his stomach the second Bucky moved, "NO!" He'd moved just as a bomb went off, 'Uncle Steve,'

When he'd woken up to a nasty sounding explosion on his ear, he'd seen Bianca standing there in front of him, her turquoise eyes wide with shining with worry for him. But he thought for a second that she was just another hallucination. But when he touched her face, wiped the drying mud from her face, Steve smiled with relief at seeing her but hoping this wasn't a trick to him done by the witch. He wanted his niece back. He wanted his daughter. When she held his wrists as he held her face, telling him she was real, Steve smiled as he looked her face over before pulling her into his arms. "You're alive," he whispered, mostly for himself as he clung onto her. Kissing the side of her head, Steve sighed and held her close, his eyes closed to just take in the reality of this. She was alive and she was here. He was just relieved she was okay. Letting her go for just a moment Steve took his helmet when she handed it to him then took his shield from her and wrapped an arm around her. "Let's get out of here," he said taking a breath to try to level himself after the fright he had seen. He couldn't imagine how the others were. He froze with a moment of prayer, "Anyone have eyes on Doctor Banner?"

"Stark just brought him back, may want to run Cap. The authorities are coming in hot behind them." Clint said looking out towards the smoke and dust rolling up into the air. "This is not going to be good." He sighed.

Nodding, Steve sighed, "Okay Bee, time to run- Bianca Lou!" he called after her, almost laughing when he noticed she was already ahead of him jogging for the exit.

Laughing as she turned to jog backward and looking at her uncle behind her, "Come on Cap, are you really going to let a little girl outrun you?" She teased him.

Shaking his head, he smiled, glad they had at least a bit of humor left at the moment, and jogged after her, "No way,"

Getting on the ship just as Stark set Bruce down and out of his suit to run to the chair, Stark closed the ramp after asking if everyone was on board and taking off.

"Yeah Tony, we're all here," Bianca said leaning into the side of his chair, her elbow resting on the head of the chair. She smiled wide when he turned to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, hugging her close as he turned back to the controllers and returned to flying, "Come here kiddo, you're going to learn to fly, come on." He told her moving out of the chair and let her take it over. When she was in the chair and strapped in Tony rested a hand on her head and kissed the top of her head, "Glad you're safe Munchkin." He told her then went about showing her the controls, altitude and degrees, and the compass.

They flew for a few hours in silence. No one really talking unless it was Tony giving her instructions to fly. Hearing the console beeping for a call, Tony slightly chuckled when Bianca started to slightly panic, thinking she had done something, "Easy Munchkin, you're safe," Tony told them, patting the Chair then went about talking with agent Maria Hill.

"The News is loving you guys. Unfortunately, nobody else is," Hill said with a sigh of worry, "Did you find the kid?" Maria asked suddenly remembering Bianca had been stolen as well. She smiled when Stark turned the camera and screen to Bianca flying, "Hey, how's our girl?" she asked with a big smile. She'd almost come out of her chair when Tony had turned the screen to a happily smiling Bianca at the helm of the aircraft.

"I'm doing good," Bianca answered the women, "A bit freaked out and letting the trauma kind of settle, but I-I'm okay," she told the woman as she took a deep, deep breath and looked back to the window, over the clouds and the setting sun. It was beautiful.

Worried to ask, Maria sighed softly, "And the Team?" she asked her nervously.

Feeling a small shock of worry run through her nervous system, Bianca nibbled on her bottom lip, "Uh," she started, looking over her shoulder to them for a second then back to the window, "Well, um, they… They took a hit, a big one, actually." She told the woman softly. Looking over her shoulder to them again she watched many of the Avengers team sitting with sulking defeat. But she couldn't see Banner, "How's Bruce?" she asked with worry then looked over to Tony who was watching the team as well, "He took a bigger hit kiddo. It's going to be a bit. Barton, why don't you come up here with the kid, help her fly the ship, please," Tony said, letting Barton jump up to the helm with the kid. Even though he was worried, he was the least damaged from the encounter they had all been dealt that day.

When Hill told them to stay hidden and lay low, Barton sighed softly and shared a look with Bianca. "Okay kiddo, take us to the farm," he told her with a timid smile.