Hullo loves! Chapter eight as promised. The story kind of changes here and in a couple of more chapters. I kind of feel like it's a bit of a drabble story but I like it, I hope you do too.

-The Long Story-

"Relax, it's just me." Dad spoke, I looked up at him and wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging on for dear life.

I watched wordlessly as we passed Bossman's agents. It was the Scotsman who refused to meet my eyes and I knew, or I had an idea of why. "Dad? I'm..."

" Don't. You did what was right Wynter." I closed my eyes again and let out a breath.

I woke in my own room and immediately darted to the shower, tossed on some workout clothes and found my way to the gym. I had been back a total of four and a half weeks. I looked at my hands and closed my fists, I willed ice to coat my knuckles and watched in horrified fascination as the ice crawled over my skin and built a barrier over the scarred skin.

I walked over to the punching bag and hit it as hard as I could. It creaked dangerously so I moved over to one of the practice dummies and attacked it with everything I had built up over two months.

I let out a feral scream as I slammed my fist into the middle of the dummy resting my forehead against it.

"You know, I doubted your value when Skye first suggested you coming here, I was proven right when you got yourself captured. You should go home." A female spoke from behind me. I snorted and looked over my shoulder. It was the blonde, the one who had almost turned on Coulson.

"You wouldn't be the first to tell me that Blondie." I replied leaning against the training dummy.

"What did you-"

"Morse." Coulson spoke from the doorway. "Agent Wynter this is Agent Morse, she's a specialist and field agent. Wynter I know you were checked over by but we'd like-" I nodded once and ran a hand through my hair.

"FitzSimmons to check me over? Fair warning, I'm not good with needles." Coulson smiled a bit and patted my shoulder.

"Are you sure you don't read minds Agent?"

I snickered and nodded once. "Very." I followed him to the labs and shuddered slightly bringing my arms up to hug myself for a second. I bit the inside of my lip and forced my feet to follow him into the sterile environment.

"Hullo, I'm Jemma Simmons." The woman of the duo introduced herself and held her hand out. I glanced at it before slowly extending my own to grasp hers.

"Wynter...Barnes technically...I mean I guess? Names are kinda...new." I replied, trailing off weakly and tucking my hand close again after she let go.

"I'm Fitz." The Scotsman spoke and I nodded to him when he didn't stick out his hand. Simmons asked me to sit on an examination table and then began fluttering about using different tools to check me over. I watched her carefully, stiffening when she grabbed a needle and syringe. My heart lept to my throat before a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I looked over to find Fotz standing there playing with a tablet in one hand. I felt my eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

"All done." Simmons chirped. I blinked and looked back at her. She was already inserting the contents of the syringe into a vile. I shuddered visibly and fled after quietly thanking Fitz.

I rounded the corner to almost run into the Brit. I narrowly avoided the collision by doing to the side and hurrying to the command center where Skye stood at a computer. She looked up as I rushed in and drew me into a hug.

"Needles?" She asked and I nodded wordlessly. "You gonna be okay?" I lifted my shoulders in a shrug and stepped back. "Can you answer a question?" I nodded again and she took a breath.

"Did Ward really help you?" I looked at her and sighed a bit.

"He was the only reason I even got out. I was never alone there, I'm terrible at escaping. You can't imagine the horrors that went on there." I replied rubbing my hands together. "He needs a second chance Skye, he's broken...and you know my bad habit of protecting the broken ones."

"You really think he deserves a second chance?" She asked looking me over. I nodded and crossed my arms.

"I look at him and see the scared fifteen year old that was sent to juvie because he burnt down his house, not because he was angry but because he was trying to protect someone else. You don't know HYDRA like I do Skye. They play with your head until you think you owe them everything you are. And Grant Ward was simply John Garrett's attack dog. He thought, I think, that because John was HYDRA that he had to be too. But he chose the wrong side and I know that because he knows it. All I'm asking is that if he turns up, trust me. I owe him a debt and I can't repay him if he's dead." She sighed in her annoyed way and ran a hand through her hair.

"You're explaining it to Coulson." I nodded and hugged her again. As I turned to leave she muttered under her breath but I ignored it in favor of finding my way outside for a bit.

"Thought you might be outside." Mack's voice sighed from behind me. I looked over my shoulder and smiled tightly.

"Here I am." I replied looking back at the slowly setting sun.

"Lab results are in. They want to put you on the index." I shrugged and leaned against a tree.

"Let them. I don't technically exist since dad is technically dead. I have no issue with being on a list." Mack blinked at me and I shrugged again looking at him for a second. "Nothing new Mack, well being able to throw ice and shit around is new, on't get me wrong on that one, but being on an asset register, index, whatever isn't new at all."

"Right...HYDRA." I nodded and he walked over to me staying out of my reach though. He crossed his arms and watched me carefully as if he was trying to figure me out.

"Yesterday you looked like you went through hell and today you're healed, not even Rogers heals that fast." I shrugged and rubbed my hands together looking up at the sky for a minute to see if I could find any stars.

"That's new too. The anger, not so much, the fear isn't new at all. But that's just how my life is going right now. I like you Mack, you don't skirt around me like I'm a bomb an you're not like Agent Morse."

"According to Hunter she's-"

"That woman is a demon and we all know it." The Brit's voice rang out from behind Mack. "I got bored with her yapping in my ear about how you pretty much ignored her. Well done by the way love." I looked at him with a confused expression.

"They were married once upon a time." I made an 'o' expression and nodded.

"She thinks I should go home...but I don't know where home is." I leaned against a tree and the guys blinked at me before Mack gently touched my arm.

"Home is wherever you feel, safe, loved and happy." I was confused, because that was here, with Skye and Dad and even Mel.

"But...that's here, with SHIELD."

"We got you captured kid." Hunter spoke looking at me carefully. I shook my head with a small smile.

"I got myself captured, Skye is high value and must always return safe and untouched. I am low value, just another field agent. I am expendable."

"No, you're not." Mack insisted gripping my shoulder. "You're just as important as the rest of us."

"I am?"

"It's like dealing with Barnes all over again mate." Hunter grumbled but drew m into a hug, and I let him. They didn't put my senses and instincts on edge like Morse did. "Look love, answer me this, does HYDRA do that, the whole, you're low value, expendable, thing to everyone?"

"Just the assets, we can be replaced. We can be remade. So...just to me, dad and… another one, he didn't have the serum but John Garrett pulled him out of juvie. Left him in the woods for five years with a dog. His name isn't in the file so I don't know who he is but...the guy wasn't very stable to begin with. Juvie doctors said he had signs of abuse before he got there." They looked at each other and then to me.

I walked away from them, just a couple steps and almost ran into Coulson. "We've got a problem. A portal opened in New York City, and it spit out Peggy Carter and some known associates. Barnes, you are going. Suit , you will remain here."

"Actually...I...I'd like to...I'd like to finish school. Try to be..normal, at least get the experience. I don't mind if it gets treated like a mission, but...I wanna try." Yeah, these guys were home but...if Dad left this once and encountered Roger he'd stay and SHIELD's all about secrets, plus...I didn't want to be a spy forever. The guys were surprised and I could understand. SHIELD was home, yes, but what if there's something more to me? To being Wynter and not just Weapon?

Barely two days later I was all packed up and registered for school at Midtown Science, in , you guessed it, New York City. If Dad was going to be an Avenger then I was going to school in New York. Coulson pulled some strings and got me in under the name of Wynter M. Barnes.

Valkyrie roared into my assigned parking space that i had memorized, AC/DC blaring through her speakers, legos rattling in her air vents due to the air con being at full blast too. I wore a pair of school dress code approved shorts and a tank top along with an olive green jacket and a pair of 40's style combat boots that my dad had just shaken his head at and taught me how to polish, because I was a Barnes and we don't do unpolished boots.

People stared, honestly I think it's kind of expected, new kid with a boss ass car from the late seventies? Bound to draw some attention. I perched my aviator sunglasses on my nose and clicked my tongue ring against my teeth, happy to have one to do that with. "You can do this Wynter. You're a Barnes. You've fought HYDRA and lived to tell the tale. High school is nothing."

Turns out high school is the worst thing in the history of mankind. Half the time I wanted to punch people in their snooty, upturned noses, the other half I wanted to blow my own brains out. God, Wynter when did you get so violent? Oh yeah, when you started high school.

-The Long Story-

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