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Warnings - depersonification, some abuse (not a lot).

Chapter 38

"Update, Dr List." Baron Von Strucker ordered from his thick, oak desk.

Dr List rubbed his sweated hands on his pants before reviewing, "We have had to wipe Project Fusion a third time, Sir. It remembered again and attacked three guards but we have punished it. Not too many bruises, though." He adds on a positive note. Strucker likes his experiments disciplined but not too damaged. It was a fine line.

"Even with the collar, it is getting more difficult to properly wipe Project Fusion. And the brainwashing isn't working. But we have made progress. Combat training has started with Scarlotti, 8 hours a day. Project Fusion is a fast learner, now proficient in knives, hand-to-hand combat and has advanced skill in most guns. Scarlotti has reported enhanced strength, endurance, and reflexes."

"To what degree?"

"Above normal human level but not reaching super-soldier level. Project Fusion is currently able to lift 300kgs and run for an hour and 42 minutes without stopping," Dr List scrambles to answer correctly. "Healing factor has also improved since complete fusion. Project Fusion is able to heal 1st, 2nd and 3rd degree and acid burns, broken bones, cuts, bullet wounds at an accelerated rate, more advanced than a super soldier. But…cannot regrow body parts or heal if the bone or joint has not been reset or bullet removed. These healing abilities will not matter if Project Fusion's vital organs are greatly damaged or removed," Dr List adds, pleased with his thoroughness.

Strucker smooths his gloved hand over his chin contemplatively. "And what of Project Fusion's abilities?"

"Without adrenaline-inducing stimuli, Project Fusion struggled to control its abilities but its control is now proficient in most situations. I believe we need to place the subject in situations where it will have to use it's abilities more spontaneously and with purpose. This will increase the connection between the subject's thoughts and the Tesseract fragments inside."

"Very well. Begin training her with the twins." Strucker announces before dashing up and out of the room giving Dr List no time to stutter an argument against the decision.

He feared the influence the twins may have on his Project Fusion.

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She sat quietly in the dim room with only a stiff bed, a toilet, and a basin. Her knees were brought up to her chest and her toes hung off the edge of the bed. According to the recorded voice, repeating the same line over and over, she was Project Fusion but she felt no familiarity to the name. It did not seem like it was hers.

She had spent the last few hours recalling all the memories she could after the chair had befuddled her brain with a nice side of agony. There was tactical training (can't remember where), a dark-haired man shot her and watched her die (he scared her but he looked confused?), she had the ability to travel through space and she could recall some very aggressive combat training.

That was it.

Should there be more?

In her frustration, her hand moved to rub against the large nick in her ear. She didn't have a mirror but she could feel the chunk removed from her ear. It was healed, smooth skin seamlessly pulled over the feature, but the nick felt wrong and painfully absent. It wasn't supposed to be there. How had she lost a part of her ear?

She had looked but there were no other scars on her body. Not one. Well that she could see, checking her back wasn't easy.

The first thing she had noticed since being flung carelessly into the claustrophobic room was the collar around her neck. It felt like metal and the light humming that it admitted suggested with was powered. She had tried to use her teleportation abilities but the collar delivered her a nasty shock. It was clear that the collars purpose was to keep her and her abilities in control. Despite what the recording said in its endless loops, she doubted HYDRA were her friends.

The metal door she had long forgotten about swung open and without wasting a second, two burly men in black locked their hands around her arms and practically dragged her from the room. She quickly lost track of how many times she had turned left and right. All the walls were aging sandstone with metal bars over the tiniest of windows. No matter how much Project Fusion strained her neck, she could not see much outside the narrow windows. They were most likely made for archers to defend the fortress, only big enough to squint out and shot an arrow while protecting the archer.

She was dropped in a dark room with a few bright spotlights on the roof, effectively lighting up the center. The door slammed behind her. The room was scattered with training equipment; weights, padded mats, guns, and targets among them. A man in a black muscle shirt with a small mohawk stood off-centre, calculatedly attacking a new punching bag.

He continued punching but he knew she was there. A few more forceful slaps of his fist against the leather-like material before he turned to her. "A hundred push-ups," he ordered gruffly before returning to his punching bag.

"What?"

He almost growled in response, "Hundred push-ups!"

"What for?" she dared to question. She had no idea what was going on.

He sighed after hitting the bag so hard she thought it would rip it off its chain. "They fucking wiped you. Now I gotta waste more time." He marched up to her with down-drawn eyebrows and a sneer. "Listen. I'm your trainer. You do what I say when I say. You're going to learn how to fight and kill and you're goin' do it fast. HYDRA aren't to be fucked with, not even by me. So you are going to learn what they want you to learn. No complaints or I'm going to give you something to really complain about. People don't get to be as powerful as us without sacrificing some things and getting a whole lot of pain."

Project Fusion nodded. Some of the stuff he said made her stomach sink but he seemed too dangerous to test. She was just glad the black shirt and pants she was wearing were practical to move around in.

He dragged her to the mat by her sleeve and ordered, "Show me what you remember."

She hated to tell him that that was next to nothing but as he shouted, "Right hook", her right arm shot up to punch him. He caught the punch with ease but look the tiniest bit pleased. "Left hook, front kick, side kick, roundhouse kick," he shouted in rapid succession. Each time her body reacted with the attack he wanted. Her muscle memory clearly remembered their past lessons.

Without warning, the trainer sent fists and kicks at her with a loosely contained aggression. A smile spread across her face as her body moved to intercept or dodge the attacks. Her limbs move fluidly, faster than his did. The second he moved her arm was already there thrusting the punch off in the wrong direction. When finally got a hit in, he didn't give her any time to recover before sending his knuckles into her face.

She crashed onto the ground, the taste of copper reached her lips. Project Fusion could feel the prickling of her cheek as a large bruise began to form. She stared up at hi with hatred but his expression was indifferent and displeased. "Don't let getting hit distract you again or I'll break something next time."

"What did I say," he growled as he yanked her up by her hair. Project Fusion tried to suppress the yelp. "We don't have much time so stop wasting my fucking time."

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She was sore. Everywhere. Even her scalp hurt. After hours of brutal training; hand-to-hand, endurance gun and knife. She had been terrified when the man had thrust at her with a real and sharp knife. She had to disarm him and take it for herself. After that, she been taken to a lab where her teleportation ability was examined. A balding man, who was referred to as Dr List, took out a small rectangular device and held it up to her collar, pressing a button that made the humming cease. She had to transport herself as well as several objects and two guards across the room in various tests. Failure was rewarded with electrocution.

Calling out the physical law of space was odd but it felt like the easy reunion with a dear, old friend. The first bit of warmth she had experienced since she had wound up in a strange room with no memory. It was odd in that she knew it was not normal to manipulate physics and she could felt a minute twinge of inexperience but it did not feel like she was controlling space. It was like a loyal pet. She called out to it with her mind, imagined the dimensions of her destination and it folded itself to take her where she asked. Although maybe pet was not the right way to describe it. She could feel how much more power it had than her. Her effort was in the opening of the tear. Space moved as it pleased but opening up a hole in it took concentration. It was like separating the water of a rushing waterfall. She could feel the pressure of the natural laws wanting to correct the breach. It opened up naturally for her, sucked her in and dropped her out in a fashion the quickly became nearly as normal as walking. It was transporting others and objects that took noticeable effort.

Dr List looked pleased as she zipped around the room easily. Project Fusion imagined incorporating her teleportation with the combat skills she had learnt earlier. Her trainer would not stand a chance of hitting her now. This must be why she is here. The perfect soldier was one no one can hit or catch. But just where did the ability of her powers end?

Finally, they had let her rest. She had passed out from the minute she was thrown in her room or cell to the moment they entered to retrieve her again.

This time they did not take her the way of the training room. She did not know whether to smile at the escape from her rough training or bite her nails in fear of what they had in store for her now. She chose the latter.

Project Fusion was pushed into a large, gymnasium-sized room. And hand thrust out with the controller for her collar, turning it off. The hand immediately pulled back to the other side of the doorway and a thin sheet of light ripped up the doorway. Her hand lifted to touch what for a second had somehow looked solid. Zap! Her hand darted back at the shock. A force field. Of course.

"Chto eto?" a male voice inquired amusedly. Project Fusion twisted around immediately assessing the new threat. The next test.

She had an instant to realise the room was only occupied by a girl and a boy with silver hair both wearing identical grey clothes before the boy was somehow right beside her speaking in a foreign language, "Drugoy okhrannik? ona ochen' mala."

"Ne bud' derzkim," the girl still in the distance, shouted wearily before the silver-haired man smirked wickedly and kicked her so fast she couldn't even she his hand move.

She let out an involuntary 'ouf' before slamming into the thinly padded floor. Without any time to recover, the boy was leaning over her in delight. She was suddenly up and pinned against the wall, her back aching from an impact she couldn't remember happening.

The boy with his elbow digging into her throat shouted back to the bored girl, "Kogda oni sobirayutsya, chtoby dat' nam vyzov?"

Not being able to understand what they were saying was starting to get really annoying. They sounded like they were speaking backwards. She was done playing games. With his head slightly turned to where the girl was, Project Fusion left a tear in the wall suck her in, teleporting right behind the boy and smacking his head into the wall before he registered her absence. His silver head flopped on the ground. She was loving this new strength.

"Pietro!" she heard the girl yell from across the vast room. The worry the female was displaying suggested she had a strong emotional connection to the male; friend, family, romantic? It didn't matter, she could use this in the future.

The ground beneath her became unstable. Her eyes darted to the gray mat she stood on. It was covered in a red glow and it was moving. Off the ground. The girl's hands and eyes were shrouded in the same red. She had powers too.

With a jump, she was off the floating mat and appeared behind the threat. Before she could kick her knees in the alert brunette twisted around and frantically shoved her hands sending a shock wave that threw Project Fusion against the concrete wall. Great, she can move things with her mind.

She thanked what her trainer had called enhanced reflexes as she, at the last second, saved her shelf a head injury by opening a portal. She wished she could stay in this safe in-between space but she felt it urge her to go through. This place or the absence of it was temporary and fluid. It was in and out.

With a sigh, she opened a portal but did not exit it. Decoy. She jumped out the second portal behind her enemy as she anxiously watched the decoy portal. Project Fusion couldn't help but crack a small smile and she round-house kicked the girl.

The weak smile was gone as red bubbled from the girl laying on the floor. The surrounding equipment rattled. All the crates and the equipment stored inside them thrust towards her. 1 portal, 2 portals, 4, 6. She jumped and twirled in and out of space at rapid speed trying the dodge all the objects whipping around the room.

A weight collided with her arm. She hoped the worst would be bruising. She could end this all now by threatening to teleport the boys head to the opposite side the room to his body, it would be a bluff, but it is likely that the girl wouldn't want the risk it. Their relationship left them exposed. But something inside her didn't want to do it. HYDRA would likely say it was weakness. The girl probably wouldn't understand what she was saying anyway.

With another hit from a spinning punching bag, she started to reconsider this view. The girl was up now, Project Fusion tried to get close enough to hit or kick or something but the girl would send a dumbbell flying at her head or make her skid across the floor after another blast of her nasty powers.

The girl was powerful but not as smart. The girl was using the environment to her advantage. She could do the same. Project Fusion felt a new swell of confidence as a plan of action formed in her mind. She waited for the previously annoying and now opportune punching bag was flung at her. She opened a portal in front of her body, allowing it to go through and race out the other end to collide with her opponent. The brunette, surprise by her own attack stumbled with the weight of the sand-filled bag. This gave Project Fusion enough time to appear beside her and kick out her feet.

Before she could deliver the finishing move, her body was swept up and then pinned to the group. The boy was conscious. Horrible timing. "Get off me," Project Fusion almost growled.

She struggled, trying free her arms or legs to punch or kick some part of him. He released his grip as a restricting force wrapped around her. The girl. The two stood over her with slightly frustrated yet curious expressions. They seemed to be fixated on her eyes.

Now that she could see them without them trying to attack her she noticed that both were quite attractive and younger than she had thought. Both looked no older than 26. How old was she? Project Fusion wondered.

The boy's curly silver hair had brown roots and his eyes were a pale blue. He looked like he had not slept in days. The girl had long brown hair that fell from her head in straight strands. Her eyes were red. Project Fusion thought their strange features may be a result of their powers. She was pretty sure the boy's was speed.

"You speak English?" the boy said with a strong accent, similar to the few guards she had heard speak.

She decided not to answer as she struggled against the female's powers. She shook her head at Project Fusion's efforts before noting in the same accent, "You are a teleporter. But you cannot teleport without stepping into your portals." Maybe she was smart.

The boy crouched down closer to her as he asked with a hint of confusion, "Your eyes- Did you participate in the experimentations? They said we were the only surviving participants."

Project Fusion sighed, face contorted with confusion, "No. Maybe."

The two raised their eyebrows at the muddled answer. The male one rubbed his hand over his stubble in frustration, "I am Pietro and this is my sister Wanda. You are clearly not a common guard and if you are not a volunteer for experiments, then why are you here?"

She paused before reluctantly answering, "Because they need me." Project Fusion rolled her eyes, growing more irritated with her inability to move. "Can you let me go?" she huffed.

Wanda looked to her brother who nodded. The tense feeling of her limbs evaporated and she sat up, rubbing her arms irritably.

"Who are you?" Pietro tried again.

She did not know these people. But they didn't seem to hold malice towards her or look at her like she was a shiny new gun. And that was a first.

"Project Fusion." She answered bluntly.

"No what is your name."

She looked up at them in befuddlement, "That is my name." She thought for a moment before adding an uncertain, "I think."

The siblings looked at each other in apprehension. their expressions moving like they were communicating silently. Project Fusion for the first time saw Wanda's face soften. "Do you remember anything?"

Project Fusion furrowed her eyebrows as she tried to recall anything before yesterday. After a pregnant silence, she breathed, "A man in black shot me and watched me die. That's the only thing I can remember before here."

Pietro's dark brows drew into crinkle the skin in-between. "You need a real name."

Project Fusion smirked dismally, "I would've named myself if I could remember any names."

"What about Elvira," Wanda piped in thoughtfully.

Pietro scratches his stubble-covered chin, "I think it fits." He bounces up onto his feet so fast she's sure he should have fallen over. Pietro offers her a hand up asking, "What do you think Elvira?"

She takes it and mumbles the name to herself, slowly intertwining her identity to the six letter word.

Who thought I was going to do a Maximoff twins subplot?

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