It woke up to that white, fluffy prison once again. The whirring of hidden machines and bright lights were all too much. Three closed her eyes tight and brought her hands to her ears. Blood seeped out of them. Too much. It must stop. Too much. Too much. Too much

They did this. The Avengers. Hydra. Maslovi too. She would have been fine with no Maslovi. None of it mattered anymore. Because of that. Fun was going to happen. Eyes were opened and hands put down. Fun fun fun fun fun fun...

--

"She's awake." Natasha whispered to Steve, knowing that with his enhanced hearing it'd wake him up.

The doctor has rushed off after explaining hastily that the drug had been used many years ago in military experiments to suppress emotions in the battlefield. A soldier could fight better if they didn't have fear or grief to mourn the loss of comrades. But the experiment had been shut down due to when the drug was stopped, the subjects often went mad and either killed themselves, or others before eventually dying from the withdrawals. Not to mention, they had been giving a far smaller dose than the one Nadia had been given for who knew how long.

"It was more than likely the confrontation and stress of the moment that was the final tipping point for her." The doctor had said, "Her healing abilities evidently were only just barely holding her up."

No solution had been made as of yet. But one had to be found and soon. It was either watch their daughter descend into further insanity, help her heal, or… no she wasn't going to think about that. This wasn't her old world. They would get her help.

The girl slowly got up, a smile coming to her even as blood dripped from her ears. There would be no reasoning with her if it came to talking. How had they not seen the signs before?

Steve came behind her, wrapping his arms gently around her shoulders and looking at the screen. Through all of this, they had been a comfort to one another and she knew that neither would have been able to take on raising the kid alone. It wasn't exactly love that they had now but the experience had brought them closer together than they ever had been. They were a team, they depended on each other.

Her train of thought was broken by the sight of Nadia walking up to where the doorway was and began ripping away the padding.

"How strong was that meant to be?" She glanced at Steve as he straightened up.

"He said only the Hulk would be able to get out of that room and that'd only be after a couple tries."

The metal, reinforced door was starting to show, "Why do I get the feeling that he's wrong?"

"He had me test it out before the padding was put on." Steve didn't look away from the screen, "Most I was able to do was put a couple shallow dents in it." The girl brought back her fist and it came down on the metal. A deep, fist sized crater was the result. Not enough to break the door open but if she kept it up then there may be a good chance for her escape.

"I'm going to go talk to the doctor and to Tony about just how secure that door is." Natasha stood, "Keep an eye and alert everyone if anything happens."

The sound of Nadia's fist against her prison was her goodbye as she shut the door to the common room.

--

No pain. Nothing! Infuriating.

Three stared for a second at her bloodied hands. Wounds already healing. The door. It had layers. She was trapped in an inside out steel cake. Layers of it were jutting out in jagged shards from where she'd broken it.

A piece of it. Yes. That would be good. Or Three could use her head. Without another thought, she smashed her head into the metallic wall. Blood but no pain. Something. Must be. Something to get her out of this state. Wrong. Something was. What?

Bones. Those hurt. She punched the wall again. This time with bad form and ill intentions for the offending hand. The audible crunch was accompanied by a throb of pain.

The wrist and several fingers. Broken. Three grabbed at them, more pain. She laughed, settling back to her corner.

"Oh, this is fun." She muttered dreamily, digging her fingers into the wound.

The pain brought clarity. Something was wrong with her. Very wrong. But what could be done?

Entrapment wasn't an option. She had to get out of here.

Termination wasn't an option.

--

"If she keeps attacking the door we'll be fine." Tony glanced over the footage, "That's where the most protection is. Even with her enhanced strength and maniacal endurance it'd take a week for Miss Mutation here to get through that."

"What do we do?" Natasha's tone was cold, not revealing anything.

"Well," The billionaire chewed on some blueberries, "We could try to give her the drug again. See if it stabilizes her? Then try a tapering method? I don't know! I'm not a doctor."

Natasha gave a huff before walking out. The doctor hadn't been in so talking to her wasn't an option currently.

Pulling out her cell she dialed a number and waited, "Wanda? Hey, just wondering if you'd be able to be on standby? We may need you at some point in the next couple days. Yes, it's urgent. Thank you."

--

Steve wanted so desperately to look away. To not witness what his daughter was becoming. She had done something to her hand and was probing it with her fingers. The light of insanity had dimmed in her eyes. All she did was sit there, twisting her broken hand around.

Then she stopped. Her whole body went rigid, a small voice barely audible to the cameras came, "Failure to thrive." Again, "Failure to thrive is met with immediate termination." She stood and started towards the broken wall, eyes fixed on a particularly nasty corner. Her plans were obvious.

No. This couldn't happen. Steve sprang to his feet, running towards the room, "Friday get Wanda!" They had discussed having her on standby, just in case, and he could only hope she had agreed.

The sickening sound of something crashing against the door echoed through the hall. No. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't let her do this.

Without a thought, he pressed the button to open the door, ready to lunge at his daughter to stop her from continuing.

He was met with the sight of Nadia standing there, blood covering her face but the wounds already stitching together, that crazed smile on her face, blood dripping onto her teeth, "Well, that worked better than I thought it would."