Author's note! I own nothing of Marvel-verse except my OC character, everything else belongs to the amazing Stan Lee, may his wonderful self Rest in Peace, Jack Kirby and all the other amazing men and women who helped bring about the Marvel-Verse in Comic AND live-actions well as cartoon and animations. All my work and creativity put in here is purely fictional and fanfiction based on the MCU-verse. All my work here and creativity put into this storyline is purely fictional AND fanfiction based on the MCU-verse. Thank you, and have a wonderful adventure! also have a great Day/Afternoon/Night.

Chapter 17

(*Note for readers, the previous chapter, chapter 16, was updated 3/3/2022 around noon, so if you read chapter 16 before this date I'd recommend going back and at least reading the last few paragraphs.)

She spent several more days that felt like forever to her pacing the room and trying her best to not sleep, taking short naps here or there when she felt she was okay to do so, but they were never heavy naps, she tried to be as alert as she could, knowing she could not let her guard down, not again, and definitely not here. She did not need them to attempt- lest of all succeed- in chemically subjugating her to whatever the current Widows were under now. And she definitely wouldn't let them take her options of children away from her as the Red Room had from millions of other girls through the history of the Red Room being operational.

"You've been asleep for several days. Under anesthesia, of course," Dreykov said casually walking out in front of the glass doors.

Seeing him, Bianca stood back from the countertop of the cell. She'd had to find something to do while there, so, she'd imagined herself drawing, using her figures and imagination to draw pictures over the days she'd been there.

Looking at the girl standing there, Dreykov couldn't help but see his precious Widow that had defected years ago. "I know the pain of a mother being taken from a child, and I know the pain of losing a child… She may not have given birth to you, but she trained you, watched you grow, and without question," he said to her, pressing a button on his watch and a display screen popped up in her cell, "But she loved you, no doubt the news of a young girl's body being found that will be identified as Bianca Margaret Lou Rogers-Dugan, will destroy her. And not only her, but all of them." He said with a grinning chuckle. "You see, while you were under anesthesia, we took it upon ourselves to… change a few previous plans. We didn't just flush your system, we did a blood transfusion with another girl that looked shocking like you. You have no idea how hard it was to find a redhead with turquoise eyes around your age in less than thirty-two hours." He said as if this hadn't bothered him a single bit.

Her lungs burned as she tried to breathe, disbelief at what he was saying. "You killed her, that girl. Just to… to what? All you've done is traumatize them! And what about the girl's parents, her family-"

"She didn't have any family, so you see, no loss to feel for her death. She was just another lost, lonely little girl looking for the next plate of food on the streets. Why do you cry for her? You didn't know her," Dreykov said coldly, curious why the girl was even wasting tears over the girl taking her place in death.

Her legs wouldn't hold her anymore, her heart shredding with guilt as she dropped onto the bed's cot, looking from him to the screen of the news playing, the screen splitting as the news played the recording from the U.N. meeting on Vienna of Mrs. Morganside serving Natasha the papers to have Bianca removed from her custody, from all of the Avengers custody, the screen changed to pictures of Natasha and Steve, being distributed as her parents. Bianca was being gutted and dissected right before Dreykov as she turned to look at the monster. "You switched me places with another child, does that also mean you… That I'm…"

Unable not to do so, Dreykov began to laugh at what she was trying to ask him. If they had gone in and done their procedure on her. Clearing his throat as he laughed, he removed his glasses and wiped his eyes, and cleaned his glasses, "No, no, you are not a Widow, well, not really. You've been trained by one, but not how we train ours today. You still have everything that kept Widows in the past on their tasks. I have other plans for you. It seems that your mother will attempt to come for me now, she's on the run, and now, so is another one of my Widows, Yelena Belova, Natasha's adoptive sister," he informed her. He smirked as Bianca's head snapped up to him with a look of recognition. "I see, you know her name then?"

"I know her first name, Yelena, Natasha never told me about her, I honestly don't think she wanted to relive it. Every time I asked she seemed… You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she questioned with disgust.

Shrugging, he reset his glasses over his face and sighed, "My scientists and medical staff had been trying to figure out why nothing seems to work on you. The serum to chemically subjugate you seemed to burn right out of your system. And I am curious to know how and why? We are also curious to know how and why the micro trackers I had injected in you back in Germany were mysteriously dissolved." He said, standing there watching her. He watched her tearful eyes harden on him. "I have to say that I like you, my little Romanova,"

"It's Rogers," she finally corrected him. Her tone was a low growl.

Steve watched the news with a sick stomach, his heart spreading as it played.

"The body of a missing 15-year-old teenager, Bianca Margert Lou Rogers was found late this afternoon, the adopted daughter of Fugitives Steven Rogers and Natasha Romanoff. After the unfortunate events of Captain America and several other of the Avenger's Team members turning on the world and aided in the escape of Fugitive James Buchanan Barnes. Mss. Romanoff later assaulted the new King of Wakanda, King T'Challa, after the unfortunate death of his father, King T'Chaka at the U.N. bombing in Vienna on June 22nd of this year. There was video proof provided to us of Mss. Romanoff and the young teen being forced apart as a Government representative Mrs. Leisl Morganside, on behave of United States Secretary Thaddeus Ross, served Mss. Romanoff papers to have the teenager removed permanently from not only Mss. Romanoff and Steve Rogers's custody, but also the Avengers team, who all are reported to have adopted the girl as a family and team. The question here remains so, had the girl been left in the custody of the remaining Avengers, would Bianca Rogers still be alive today? Here is a heart-wrenching interview from Tony Stark and Colonel James Rhodes,"

"She never should have been removed from us in the first place, Ross wanted the girl punished because she backed all of her government adoption files by proof and defended herself before we, the adults present in the room, could formally act,"

"She humiliated the guy, he jumped right into it the second he saw her and the gears in his head moved to have her removed. The more he took from us he figured the more he could have us under his thumb, not the United Nations, his," Tony clarified, the man wasn't hiding anything, he was in tears, trying his best to not cry on live-Television. But he didn't care, the girl was his as well, he took over being Uncle Tony and let Steve be dad, "I only have one thing to say to that man-"

"Tony," Pepper said in a sad, hushed tone from the side of the camera, her hand held out for him to just leave the interview. To which he did, but not before looking dead into the camera then to Rhodie, who nodded sadly and patted his friend's back.

"Go on buddy, it's okay, I got this, yeah, go on- Pepper," Rhodie said, watching the woman take his friend's hand, and Pepper walked Tony from the room. Where Vison met them and walked Tony and Pepper to a separate room where he spoke to them privately.

"The answer to everyone's question, yes, if she had been left in the remainder of our care Bianca Rogers would be alive today. She would be safe, she would be home, she would be a normal teenager like she was a month ago. This is not Steve's fault, this is not Tony's or Nat's fault, Steve, Nat. Please, if you are watching, please believe that none of this is your fault. She loved you, she loved all of us- I'm sorry…No… Turn it off, please, I can't-"

"Alright, that's enough- no, the interview is over," Maria Hill said coldly, walking out from the side of the room and blocking the cameraman's camera from Rhodie as the man broke down. Thankfully the cameraman lowered his camera and muted the volume before turning it off.

Steve slid down the wall of his motel room, his body weak for the first time in many years. Running his hands through his hair as the report's words echoed in his head.

'The body of a missing 15-year-old, Bianca Margert Lou Rogers was found late this afternoon,'

'had the girl been left in the custody of the remaining Avengers, would Bianca Rogers still be alive today?'

He couldn't help but feel as if this was all his fault. Would it have been so terrible if he'd have kept her with him? Would they really have been found or captured had he just brought her with me?

The Raft

"It's not her," Wanda cried in her cell, rocking back and forth, "It's not her!" she screamed.

Sam sat in his cell, listening to the news that Ross had been cruel enough to play through the com-system, tears streaming down his face as he sat on his bed.

"Sam," Wanda whimpered, "It's not her…"

Covering his face, he shook his head, "I don't know Wanda, there's no tv in here, it's over the enter-com."

"It's her," Thaddeus Ross said walking in, file in hand. "The Autopsy done shows blood match, whoever did this wanted information. Her teeth were ripped out of her mouth, nails ripped from the bedding-"

"Enough!" Sam snapped, "This is a kid! A kid we all loved! And you're talking about her like she was just some kind of parasite!" Sam shouted at the man, charging the cell's barred, reinforced glass wall.

Sighing with the understanding that he had for a fact come in with that behavior, Ross nodded but opened the file to re-read the notes before closing it. "No, I am giving details to inform you that while girl proves minimal matches to Bianca Rogers, there are many things that are pointing to torture as well as certain identity removal. Such as the pads of her fingers, her eyes, teeth. Meaning we can't really tell if this is Bianca Rogers. But, the Government is ruling against me, as of now the girl found is being buried as Bianca M.L. Rogers-Dugan. I am sorry… To all of you for your loss," Ross said, leaving the cell block.

Wakanda

A boy rushed over the lands with a note in hand, running to the hut beside the lake, "White Wolf!" he shouted, "White Wolf!" seeing the man walk from the lake as he called for him.

Curious, Bucky grabbed a dry piece of cloth he used a towel and dried his hand before taking the folded letter from the boy, "Thank you," he told the boy and unfolded it. Reading the words Bucky's lungs faltered, his legs almost giving out on him as he stumbled and caught himself against the tree beside him. Needing to sit, he eased himself as best he could to the ground and sat against the tree, reading the letter over and over again with disbelief.

Bianca's been murdered,

Setting the letter beside him on the ground, he grabbed at the ring around his neck on the leather necklace and just held it. This wasn't just the pain of losing Bianca, he'd lost Stephanie all over again, and the last piece of his late comrade who had fought beside him on many battlefields. Aside from Steve, Dugan had made sure he'd made it back to Stephanie until he hadn't. He'd protected her a few times, saved her a few times as well, hell, she'd helped him, saved him a few times in return, and never once did she blame him for his time in HYDRA. His head dropped as the tears came. He couldn't even begin to imagine how ripped up Steve was at this, did he even know? What had happened? And who the hell had done this to Bee?

New York - Peter

Peter sat in his aunt's room with May holding him close as he wept over the News he'd gotten from not just the news anchors from the tv and social media but also the news that Mr. Stark had sent him in a formal and heart wrenching letter. The very personally writing letter he held to his chest as May held him close, trying not to cry herself.

May sniffed back the tears she cried for her nephew, her eyes drifting over to the thick envelope that had just come in the mail for him that afternoon. While it didn't have a return address on it, she had a feeling who it was from, but from the way Peter was at the moment over the girl, she decided it best to hid that envelop from him for a time. May was determined to protect her nephew from as much as she could.

New York - MJ

MJ had locked herself in her room, sliding down the door of her closet with the letter held to her chest, the charm that had fallen out of the envelope with her and Bianca's initials on them on a leather braided bracelet a tiny book, and a tiny red-colored pencil as added charms. The News had to be lying, it could be her… Her only friend, the only friend she had. Looking at the small picture frame on her desk in her room MJ screamed and a shoe that had been sitting beside her, smashing the glass cover of the picture and knocking the picture frame onto the floor, dropping from her sitting position against her closest door, MJ fell onto her side on her floors and curled up into a little ball, the first and last letter she'd ever get from Bianca held to her chest and just cried. She couldn't say she had abandoned her, no, she'd been murdered. This wasn't abandonment, this was worse. And with her mother at work, she was home alone, which was great for her because she didn't want anyone to know just how ripped apart this had made her.

New York – Ned

He curled up on his bed with his mom gently rubbing his back as he silently wept, he'd been so shocked at the News reporting such a thing, and the detail the Social media news had given was… Vomitable. He had no words, nothing to say to anyone. His mother had thrown a letter away a while ago, shredding it actually, without thinking of it. Until a Lego Princess Leia fell out and bounced off the rim of the trash can and hit the floor. Ned had ripped the trash apart and pieced together the letter, tapping it even. It was sitting on his nightstand with the Princess Leia Lego setting on top of it. It was one of the pieces had hadn't had to his Lego Star Wars collection.

She screamed at the pain, the electricity being shocked through her, they'd wanted her awake for when they cut her open to examine her brain, to find out why nothing they did worked. But every time they tried to start their incision. Yet something was stopping them. Odin's lessons had come in very handy at this moment, she was able to keep a barrier between their invasive equipment and her scalp, and because of her traumatized fear of them taking her womb away from her, she'd locked a protective barrier around her abdomen, just over the skin layer and every invasive way they could get in. She wouldn't suffer the same pains as Natasha had. The sadness the woman would forever live with knowing she'd never feel the baby growing inside of her, or the excitement of knowing she was pregnant. But this pain was a new level that even HYDRA hadn't even put her through. She'd screamed for her mother, she'd screamed for her father, for Wanda, for Sam, for Clint and Tony and Rhodie. Hell, she'd even screamed for Peter. But Dreykov had greatly enjoyed telling her that none of them were coming for her, that her mother had no idea he even had her. When her voice had gone horse and all she could do was whimper or hold back as much of a scream as she could for a time, they'd upped the amps and she'd returned to screaming. "BUCKY!" She didn't know who else to wish was coming for her. His name had just slipped out. He had saved her the last time in a similar situation.

"Wow, wow, stopped," Dreykov ordered as he stood from the seat he'd been sitting in, observing the girl's torture. If he couldn't get into her body to examine her insides, he'd torture her to shut her down.

She sagged against the padded table she was strapped to, breathing heavily, painfully, her head rolling from side to side as she tried to breathe as easily as she could while she had the chance to. Feeling her face being grabbed and forced to look back over to Dreykov looking down at her.

"Who is that? The one you just screamed for, Bucky you said… Who is it?" Dreykov questioned. He'd asked her the same about Peter, about who he was. But she'd spat in his face and gotten a slap before they'd returned to torturing her.

"Go to hell," she breathed weakly, glaring up at the man.

"I can see this is doing nothing… Let's try something else," he said, taking a few steps away from the table to speak to the two men working on getting the girl.

For the time being, Bianca closed her eyes, trying to relax until they moved to something else. So far they'd simply done electricity and before that, they'd had her in a room with a few Widows and she'd been forced to fight against them, needless to say, she lost, five to one, the five having further skill sets than she did and frankly, these girls didn't exactly feel anything, so even if she had been able to give them some pretty good strikes they hadn't stayed down. When Dreykov approached her again, she looked up at him with tired eyes.

Grinning down at the exhausted girl, Dreykov looked over to the two men and nodded then looked back down to Bianca, "I wonder, how strong are you going to be after this?" He asked cruelly.

Bianca remained as silent as she possibly could towards him. She wasn't going to tell him anything. All he honestly had to do was go through anything in her past regarding school and he'd find Peter, MJ. And Ned. When she heard a meta clank underneath her, she looked up towards her brow curiously only to clench her eyes closed tightly as a wet cloth was slapped over her mouth and nose and held her breath as best she could as cold water poured over her face and the cloth. She'd lost time through the endurance of the attempts to get answers out of her. How the micro trackers had been dissolved from her blood when he knew they shouldn't have, how his chemical compound for subjugating the widows wouldn't work on her, and how the hell she was keeping them from cutting into her brain. She'd been awake for days, fighting sleep, the torture. Until she couldn't handle it any longer and exhaustion took her and everything dropped.

"Sir, she's asleep," one of the soldiers radioed up to General Dreykov's office.

Smirking, Dreykov sighed and rested his feet up onto his desk, "Good… cut her open…"

Knowing what was to come upon falling asleep, Bianca slipped further and further into her unconsciousness, running down the dark halls of her mind, searching for a way to escape. This was why Steve had told her not to go looking for Natasha because he knew a lot of bad people would hunt for her. When she came to a window, she saw a memory of her and Natasha and Steve with the others at a park having a picnic, her and Clint horsing around and Wanda fixing her hair afterward. It was a gutting memory. While it made her happy of the happy times in her past, right now it was just painful. She hit against the glass screen, hopeful to get someone's attention, but nothing worked, not even the door to that memory. "Mom!" she cried through, slamming her hands against the glass, "Dad! Uncle Tony!"

"Bianca?" Hearing a woman's voice she knew had to not be possible, she looked from the glass and found Wanda standing there looking equally as terrified and sad. "Wan-Wanda? I-is that really you?"

Nodding, she stepped nervously to the girl, her hand outstretched and shaky as she touched her face. Feeling the heat of the girl, Wanda began to weep with relief and pulled the crying girl into her arms and held her tightly, "Where are you?"

"I'm in the Red Room, I feel for their trap. Dreykov wants Natasha, and I felt for his stupid trap," Bianca told her. "They're dissecting me," she cried into Wanda's arms.

Wanda watched the hall slowly melt away into a Surgery room and her eyes widened in horror as she watched what they were doing to her. Monitors beeping, Scientists and doctors speaking over her as they worked. "Beginning lower abdominal incision," one doctor said calmly. He'd done this over a thousand times he'd become numb to the thought of doing this against any of the girl's approval.

Feeling a jolt of panic flod her, Wanda raised her hand out over towards the table Bianca lay unconscious upon and laced a spell through her skin and wrapped it around Bianca's womb, her ovaries, everything to protect the girl from their theft as the doctor's knife gently pressed against her exposed stomach. 'Over my dead body,' she thought to herself. It was definitely something Bianca did not need to hear her say and make the girl curious over what more that could possibly do to her. The cost of her spell and the attack she'd given the doctor, Wanda felt herself fade a little as her power screamed out from Bianca's stomach and struck the doctor, causing him to jump back and drop the knife from the pain the shock of the red magic had caused him. But her spell and her attack on the doctor had weakened her further than she already was. Ross had her being injected with a medicine to make her drowsy, to weaken her power to where she couldn't use it. But she had felt Bianca's panic, her fear, and a power of her own screaming out for help, so Wanda had pulled as much of her strength together as she could have, and she'd found her. As of now, everyone thought she was dead, and Wanda had lost Bianca twice already, the first time when she had a heart attack at the castle compound when she had first met Bianca back when she and her brother had allowed Ultron to seduce them because of their hatred towards Tony Stark. The news of her being dead was the second time that Wanda had technically lost her, she would not let them take more of Bianca's innocence from her. Especially not the future option of having children. Feeling her fading further away from her, Wanda grabbed Bianca's face and wiped away her tears, "Escape as soon as you can, run as far as you can, as fast as you can. They can't take them away from you, not as long as my heart is beating they won't take that option away from you. Be safe,"

Bianca watched with fear as Wanda faded back away from her, but she was confused, curious even as to what she meant by no one could take away that option from her, then it hit her. Wanda had likely coated a spell around her womb and everything to make children, meaning they had likely given an attempt just now to go in and attempt that procedure. Feeling sick, Bianca closed her eyes and thought of the others she had felt safe with, it was how she'd found Wanda, or how Wanda had found her, but there was only one door open that she found. Walking through, she looked around the lovely home decorated to fit the 1940s to 1950s, children running from the side kitchen and Dinning room up the stairs, a woman's soft laughter as a man laughed and chased after them up the stairs. From the back, she could tell that his dark hair had been combed and set for the day of work he had likely put in, dark Kakei dress pants and black dress shoes, his clean white T-shirt. "Bucky?" he whispered curiously.

Hearing a soft voice whisper his name, he turned and found a person he thought was dead. "That's not possible. You're… You're dead," he whispered.

"Sweetheart? Is everything okay?" the woman asked, her heels clicking against the flooring to come into the hallway.

Panicking Bucky moved between the kitchen/dining and the hallway doorway with a big smile as he grabbed the woman's face and kissed her deeply, "Fine, everything's fine baby, just… Just wait here? Just going to be a few minutes," he whispered to her, smiling again when she smiled at him, the way she bit on her bottom lip. Kissing her again Bucky walked away from her and towards Bianca and grabbed her arm and walked her out onto the front porch. "What are you doing here Lou? You can't just walk into people's dreams, and why are you here? In my dream I mean." He asked her.

She couldn't breathe as he spoke to her, while he was young when she had last seen him, he was a lot younger here, with two real arms, his teeth weren't straight and pearly white, they were clean of course, but not that pearly white perfect smile, his hair was slightly oiled back to look nice for work, likey an office job, now just a little messy. She took in a deep breath as she looked at him, looked to his left arm, and gently took ahold of his hand, she felt the heat, flesh of the skin and she wanted to cry. "I'm sorry, it-it was the only door that was open. You must be asleep. Like really, really asleep. I'm scared Bucky," she finally said, sucking in a breath of terror as she looked up at him, "I'm so scared,"

Completely thrown for a loop, Bucky grabbed her face and looked her over, she was dressed in silk white pajama typed clothes and barefoot, but when he looked into her eyes running with tears, the terror he saw in her, his mind flashed into her memories, a connection accidentally made. There he witnessed the horrors of the torture, the lobby where Klaue and another man had trapped her. the fights that she had done before her capture, and the fights she had fought while in their captivity. It was almost like he was back in the Winter Soldier Program. When he woke up back on the porch with her, Bucky felt panic. It had been almost a month since they had all gotten the news, Steve was beside himself, lost, hurting, and there had been nothing he could have done to help him. "Lou? Listen to me Doll, just breathe, are you alive? You're really here?"

Nodding to his questions, Bianca grabbed his wrists, putting into the memory of how real this felt, the heat from his hands, the skin she felt under her own hands and his holding her face. This wasn't really real, but this was deep unconsciousness real, the brain knew what skin felt like. "Yes, I-I'm alive, that girl on the news isn't me, that's someone else. Bucky, the Red Room, their-" her attempts to ask him for help, to come to save her like he had the last time when she'd been taken by HYDRA, had all been ripped away when she was suddenly gone, now cold and Bucky gone.

When she vanished from right in front of him, right out of his hands, Bucky felt sheer panic, his heart freezing in his chest, "Lou?" his voice broke and trembled as he stared at the empty space. "Lou!" With trembling hands he waved them through the spot she had just been, it was cold, and nothing was there. Looking out into the summer night of his dream, Bucky ran off the porch and into an unknown part of his dream, the best dream he'd created over the months of being awake, while he'd found himself. But he had to find her. She'd been terrified. "Bianca!" His precious fairy tale of a dream had just been turned into a nightmare.