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I smiled nervously. In front of me Natasha had her arms folded, a stern look on her face. Steve was next to her, here for the same reason but shifting from one foot to another. Clint was snickering and Natasha shot his a sharp glare that made him shut up.

"I have found the frozen small green marbles!" Thor exclaimed as he entered the training room. Natasha almost yanked it from his hands and put it on her ankle.

I may or may not have managed to kick her. She may or may not have sprained her ankle.

"I understand that you read your opponent's thoughts to know what they're planning, but you didn't mention anything about knowing how to fight." I blinked sheepishly.

"I know a guy...who spent ten years in the Special Force and he taught me a thing or two...in case of emergency." She cocked a brow.

"Well maybe you should have started by this Carter."

"Sorry?" Let's not mention that Wade loved teaching me how to use his katanas a little too much.

"But...but that was unexpected..." Clint wheezed next to us.

"Yes, but at least we're not starting from absolutely nothing," Steve added. His blue eyes found my brown ones. "You hit Romanoff but have no stamina." I cringed.

"But I don't like it..."

"No complaining," he stressed with a pointed look.

"So," Thor started, clapping his hands together, "do you have a dragon around for stamina?" We all shot him weird looks.

"Do you use dragons on Asgard for that?"

"Well of course! I mean, when we are children we don't use adult dragons but it is useful. See, the dragon is after you and you have to avoid the fire!" He was grinning. I immediately shot Steve a begging look.

"Tell me we don't have a dragon." He took a deep breath.

"Not that I know of."

"Where are Stark and Banner by the way?" the archer said.

"In the lab," the Russian replied, showing me with a movement of the head. "What's the tension between Stark and you?"

"He's never been a part of my life but thinks he can scold me. I didn't like that and told him I didn't want anything to do with him."

"That's harsh," Clint commented. I shrugged.

"Maybe. We didn't talk since." I took a deep breath. "Can we not talk about this?"

"As long as it does not impact whatever mission will be given to us," Steve stated.

I arrived here two weeks ago and ever since, it was training six days out of seven. They were all welcoming, some showing it more than others. Tony and I had not really talked to each other but…

It was how it was.

Whereas the Avengers had no real idea of what was going on, Fury had given me some...orders. I had to find a way to infiltrate Aksel's organization and send information to him and him only. I didn't trust any governmental agencies, I didn't trust the SHIELD even if grandma built it, but Fury was the one I...believed the most?

The rest of the team knew there was a terrorist group with Enhanced around that needed to be destroyed.

"I think it's enough for today." I released a breath of relief at Steve's words.

We all left the room and I went back in mine. A few minutes after Steve knocked on my door.

"Come in!" He did and closed the door silently behind him. "Did you need something?"

"I...I wanted to know about..."

"Grandma? Well, Peggy for you?" He nodded sheepishly, but with conflicted eyes. "Feel free to use that chair," I told him, moving the chair of the desk closer to him with a flick of the hand.

"Do you always use your powers even in everyday life?"

"Depends. Now I can control my telepathy without music in my ears, I don't. If I'm alone or...in a place that's 'safe', I won't get up to get something if I can get it with my mind. I'm lazy that way."

"I...I see." I smirked, knowing he was disturbed by all this. He cleared his throat, wondering how he could phrase his questions.

"Grandma did a lot of good things and she was proud of them. She...she had a happy life."

"She...she's gone then?" I lowered my eyes.

"Since 2006." The words grandma's nephew spat at me at her funerals kept ringing in my head. A part of me believed in his words.

She could have lived longer if it were not for me.

"She...she kept fighting all her life and did pretty amazing feats after the war. Eventually, she met my grandpa, whom she already met during the war because he was part of the French Resistance..." A smile graced my lips. "Actually, he told me you saved his life once." A small smile appeared on his face.

"Good to know I did if he treated Peggy well."

"He did. I mean...Grandma knew what she wanted but sometimes she could be too forward and Grandpa was good at calming her down in those moments. My parents passed away when I was five, so they raised me. Grandpa until he died when I was...thirteen, and then Grandma when I was sixteen." I chuckled weakly. "You have no idea how much I heard about you during my childhood, and I actually quite enjoyed it. Although, comicbooks about you were published and Grandma kept saying what 'rubbish' it was." He laughed a little.

"I can imagine. They must have...told the story quite differently." I nodded. "Wait, who took care of you if they both passed away when you were young?" I pursed my lips.

"Well...my relatives didn't want anything to do with me so...officially it was Tony, but he took care of the financial aspects of things. I was at school for the rest of the time."

"They...didn't want you?"

"I...you know, many, many people are afraid of mutants and see them as monsters. They were not that different. Grandma never treated me differently and defended me but once she was gone..." I sighed. "I had a lot of teenage angst and they clearly told me I must have triggered her death earlier than it should have been." He shook his head.

"That's just stupid. She wasn't scared to go on the battlefield, caring for her granddaughter...It's just stupid."

"I know that now." There was sympathy in his blue eyes. "Something else you wanted to know?"

"The one thing I wanted to know was if she had lived a happy life." He moved his chair closer to my bed. "What about you?" I raised a brow. "Anything we should know about you? Stark won't say a thing." I pondered over his questions.

"I developed telekinesis when I was eleven and integrated the Xavier Institute. It's…a school where you learn how to control your powers." I gulped, remembering Alkali Lake. "When Grandma passed away, I developed telepathy. It...it was hard. I had to learn to turn it off instead of using it, so at first I often had headphones and music to turn off the thoughts."

"Sounds awful," he commented.

"Especially when you want to go to bed. It's why I don't really get drunk. I...it's hard to control the reading." He nodded.

"Where did you learn to fight? You mentioned a guy earlier but how did you me..." He stopped when I turned livid. "Sensitive topic?"

"Yeah."

"I'll drop it." He stood up. "It's weird, to know that a few months ago I was talking to her and now I'm talking to her granddaughter. I apologize in advance if I...compare you two too much to your liking but I hope we can be friends." I smiled faintly.

"Thanks, but I'll throw something at you if you piss me off." He raised a daring brow. "I'm good enough to lift the couch and will get better."

"Sure."

"It's okay though you know. You...have to grieve and all that." A grim look washed over his face.

"I guess I do." He left my room.

There was no need to tell him or anyone I had been a pro-mutant extremist and terrorist, right?

"So Asgard is flat?"

"Yes, basically it's the top of Yggdrasil, well underneath Muspelheim but who cares about that," Thor confirmed, eating some pop tarts.

"Yggdrasil being the World Tree, it connects the nine reals. We're...in it." Thor nodded, taking my Norse Mythology notes in his hands.

"It's incredible how much humans imagine things on us after just one brief apparition."

"Then WW2 happened and the Tesseract was found," Doc, Doctor Banner, added next to me.

"What's that thing anyway?"

"A source of very powerful energy that's better off away from Midgard," Thor told me.

"Huh...anyway, thanks Thor. I never thought I'd be able to actually ask the God of Thunder about what I learned in class."

"Sharing knowledge with teammates is a great way to strengthen the bonds!" I chuckled at Thor's enthusiasm.

"How is college going now that you're here?" I shifted my attention to Doc.

"I have correspondence courses."

"What about these mutant friends of yours Addison?" I was glad Thor dropped the 'Lady' part. "Are they fighting for the people like were are?"

"Well...it's a school first and foremost but there is a team in case of emergencies. Mutant-related emergencies. Regular people tend to fear us more often than not anyway so for many of us...defending them leave a bitter after taste." Doc patted my shoulder.

"People always fear what they can't control." I pursed my lips.

"I know, but being seen as if you had a gun aimed against every single person you interact with is..." I trailed off, finishing with a sigh.

"What are you all talking about?" I stiffened when I heard Tony's voice. His steps stopped next to Bruce. "Did I interrupt y'all?"

"Addison was telling me about mutants Stark! It is sad to know they can't live peacefully." Tony scoffed.

"Some of them are nice people who want to live peacefully, but others are not like that."

Magneto was far from like that.

"Did you need something Tony?"

"Yeah, I wanted your opinion on...something." As an old reflex, I read his mind.

Ultron?

Whatever.

"But I wanted to know something as well. Addison?" I looked up, surprised he was addressing me. I mean...after a month here, we pretty much ignored each other. I had Pepper on the phone but… "What happened after the last time we saw each other?"

"Huh...there was a situation in Africa and Ororo took me there." He rolled his eyes. He never really liked Storm to begin with. "I met a panther. It was black."

"Is it a mighty animal?" I nodded at Thor. The vibranium suit made him a mighty animal I guess.

Tony nodded sternly and left, Bruce following him.

I released a breath I wasn't aware to hold once he was gone. Thor put his hand on mine.

"Family is complicated but eventually, you will learn to talk to each other."

"Hum...at first I was angry but now...I think I'm more ashamed than anything."

"Anger makes you say a lot of things. Youth only make it worst. As long as you can still fix things up, there is hope." There was guilt in his eyes, but he hid it quickly.

"I hope you're right."

I stopped thinking people cared about my well being or feelings a long time ago, so I stopped talking about them. Tony...had never been good at feelings period. It was a good thing Pepper and him were finally together.

I sighed deeply.

Steve kicked me in the stomach, enough to send me flying a few meters back and I landed on my back. I groaned in pain and rolled to the left when he was at me again. I stretched out my hand to yank on his ankles. He fell, but seeing him lean on his hands, I jumped on my feet, closed my right hand in a fist and tried to hit the side of his throat with the back of my fist. He stopped my hand and he kicked my ankles once more. However, this time he was holding my right wrist and tackled me to the ground, his knee of my back and holding my arm in an arm lock.

"You're improving," Steve admitted once I hit the floor to gave up the fight. He stood up and I accepted his hand. He pulled me on my feet in one swift movement.

"I wish I could pull some Natasha moves on you but...I think my body would break."

"It would," the Russia spy commented, still sparring with Clint.

"Romanoff is on another level. If you improve your body reflexes, mixed with mind reading and telekinesis, it would make a terrifying combination," Steve told me with a proud smile.

"If I don't get my head smashed on the ground before, sure." He rolled his eyes.

"How are you toward weapons?"

"I can shoot, and use katanas." He raised his brows. I shrugged.

"The same guy?"

"You'd be surprised of how good he is for a 'regular' guy."

Steve would not approve of the mercenary/hitman life style though.

"Barton, Romanoff, do you know if we have swords around here?"

"Katanas," I corrected him. The two spies shrugged and went back to trading blows.

"Sir has requested your presences in the living-room."

"We wouldn't want to make him wait," Clint said sarcastically before being punched in the face. He cradled his jaw in pain. "Nat!"

"The fight wasn't over. Now it is." I muffled a chuckle behind my hand and let Steve leading me out of the room, even if himself sported an amused smirk.

"We're all here? Great!" Tony said when we barely were in the room. "We're going near Rochester. We finally located Ivanov." A feeling of dread washed over me. Why was he so close to my university?

Unless if he was after me but...why would he? Vengeance?

I averted my eyes to the side when I caught Tony's glancing at me. I could...I had to do this.

The information needed were given.

"We're leaving as soon as possible. Suit up." They all left in different directions and Tony gestured me to follow him.

We went down to his lab and there was a black suit waiting for me. It was similar to Natasha's, except there were two katana holders in the back. Various small blades were on the table as well.

"Make sure to tie your hair." He left after that.

A couple of hours later, we were on the battlefield. I was with Clint at first, but I was expending my mind reading field as much as I could and I heard it.

A familiar, dreadful voice calling me.

While Clint was busy fighting people, I told him I thought I had a lead and left before he could say anything else. I found Aksel rather quickly. His hair was now gray, cut very short and his gray eyes were still as wicked as before.

"Addison, Addison, Addison...it has been years, hasn't it?"

"February 2008 if I remember well, so five good years," I replied, turning off my earbud.

"You left with a bang, running away and leaving us to deal with them at the Pentagon." I gulped. "Even if I heard you ended up in an underground mutant fighting club? It must have been tough, fighting your own kind with humans betting on who was going to win." I took a sharp breath.

The cheers. The screams when I didn't want to beat another mutant at first. The cold realization that it was every man for himself.

"Really, when I discovered you joined the Avengers it really angered me. What, so because some of them are different you think they won't turn their back on you?" He made a step forward. "They don't know about what you did, otherwise you'd be treated as an enemy. Any enhancement they have, they obtained it. They were not born with it." I pursed my lips.

I had to pretend his words were getting to me. I would be lying if I said I was completely unfazed by them.

"So you're not with Magneto at all anymore?" He scoffed.

"Our ideas...are different. I never planned on staying with him or returning to his group anyway." He stretched out a hand to me. "Come on, you know you're not like them and they'll turn their back on you at the first issue. Humans are like that, selfish and only thinking of themselves."

"Didn't your mom tell you to not make generality?" a robotic voice said behind me. I looked above my shoulder as Tony landed behind me. "Addison, not that having a conversation is bad but when it's with the bad guy, it is bad." He aimed his lasers at Aksel.

"Ha, Iron Man. Another proof of humans wanting to be better." Aksel slammed his hand on the ground and it shook. I jumped on the side when the ground split in two. Tony flew away and shot Aksel, who lifted the ground to protect himself.

"Addison, if you help I won't mind!" my godfather yelled as a rocket was sent toward Aksel.

It was now or never. It was the ideal moment to join Aksel to back stab him later on before the others appeared out of nowhere. I wasn't feeling like fighting a God, a Hulk or a super soldier today.

I directed the rocket toward Tony, who went down to dodge.

"Addison, what are you..." He kept dodging the rocket until ultimately, I sent it in the air to blow up and I forced him on the ground. Akself used his ability to trap him in the ground. Tony retreated his face mask to look at me with wide eyes. "Hey, it's not funny kid."

"I'm sorry but..." I tried not to flinch when Aksel put a hand on my shoulder. "I'm not...I'll never be like you."

"Addison, you're better than that," Tony said, trying to get free. "Come on, you help me and we kick that guy's ass together!" I shook my head.

"I'm sorry." Aksel turned around to leave and I followed him in the woods.

Three months.

Addison had not stayed with them for long but it was enough to get used to her presence. However, she had not stayed enough for the two spies not to kill her on sight if they were ordered to. Her betraying them had been strange, unexpected.

Tony was angry at himself for failing. Again.

Steve repeated that in his head. Tony had said he had failed again. Had Addison done things similar to this in the past?

"What are we all doing here?"

"Lake Champlain," Fury told them as he threw a file on the table. "There's a dam, turns out it's Ivanov's base. In this file you'll find all of the entrances, strategic spots, anything you need to take them down."

"And how did you get all of this?" Steve asked Fury as Natasha was reading the document, Clint reading from his seat next to her. Fury sent Tony a glance.

"You did not," Tony snarled at the man.

"You think she's consequence-free Stark?" Fury replied. "I gave her a deal after the lab and she took it."

"Was it really a deal? Did she have a choice?"

"Wh...what are you talking about?" Banner asked, voicing everyone's questions. Fury showed the file with his finger.

"Addison sent me this during the past three months."

"Did you order someone with little to no experience to infiltrate that guy's group?" Clint asked. "I mean, she was reckless enough to get in that lab but..."

"What did she do?" Steve questioned Tony rather than Fury. The billionaire folded his arms and threw his head back, taking a deep breath.

"After her grandmother passed away, she...was emotionally vulnerable. I was not the best parental figure she could have, and definitely not the one she needed at the time. Ivanov joined the institute as a teacher and well...her emotional state and how her remaining relatives treated her made it easy for Ivanov to convince her to follow him. At first it was with someone named Magneto but then Ivanov became independent and she followed him."

"What did she do when she was with him?" Natasha asked him.

"This." Fury projected a video on the screen behind him.

It was a security footage.

"Is that the Pentagon?" Clint wondered.

"It is."

A teenager was seen entering the room. Guns were aimed at her but she didn't stop walking. She moved her hands swiftly, one in front of the others, and the security team's necks were all broken. They all fell dead on the ground.

"Someone slipping this easily in a place like the Pentagon sure is more than a little worrying," Natasha commented sternly.

"She had a reality check when they were about to leave with confidential information and led them to a spot where there were several people ready to take care of them and ran away. Ultimately, none of the information stolen left the building but it would have been enough to send her to jail."

"How old was she?" Thor asked for the first time since the meeting started.

"She followed him when she was sixteen and the Pentagon happened when she was seventeen," Iron Man told him. "She didn't reappear until she was eighteen."

"I found her approximately at the same time when it was announced Stark went missing in Afghanistan."

"And that deal?" Rogers asked him.

"Her freedom once Ivanov is taken down and she's in the Avengers."

"The SHIELD really knows how to make a fair deal," Bruce noted sarcastically.

"It is better than jail I believe."

"And if we know only now it's because…?"

"Extraction is needed. In her last message she said her cover would be blown soon. Go there, get her back and make sure the place is unusable." Stark stood up immediately.

"You asked for me?"

"Ha yes, it seems the Avengers found us."

Nice. Over the past three months I sent anything I could to Fury. Now, what he would do about HYDRA being a sneaky little bastard in SHIELD I didn't know. However, Aksel had another agenda and I had found my dad's name several times. I was aware he was a SHIELD agent but…

He must have discovered something big and was silenced, it was how it worked, wasn't it?

Right before Aksel asked me to come, I had sent the last information I could get to a private server. Being Tony Stark's goddaughter had some pros, not just cons.

"So we're leaving?"

"We are, just not you. Someone was sent here to deal with...your traitorous behavior." I gulped and he grinned evilly. "What, did you think we wouldn't notice? Soldier!"

I jumped on the side, avoiding the punch that would have knock me out. I got up and had a good look at him. All clad in leather with boots, his left arm was in metal. There was the red star of HYDRA on his shoulder. His face was hidden by a mask and chin-length brown hair.

He slowly turned to me and I ran away, him behind me.

He caught up to me quickly and grabbed my arm.

"You won't run far Addison Carter!" Askel screamed. I tried to punch the soldier in the face but I screamed in pain when he snapped my arm like a twig.

He threw me in the wall and I was dizzy, pain erupting in my whole body. My arm was burning and hurting. Tears were already prickling at the corner of my eyes.

I kicked his ankles with my telepathy. He fell forward but was back up in the blink of an eye. He grabbed my throat and lifted me from the floor. I kicked the air as he was choking me. I tried to strangle him back with telepathy but only managed to make the mask fly away from his face.

I blinked in shock at the cold blue eyes staring dead in my eyes. They were so...empty.

But that face…

"Ser...Sergeant Barnes?" Nothing. "Bucky? Bu...Buck? James..." He knocked my head against the wall and I passed out.

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