Legend:

(Language Translation)

"Internal thoughts"

"Regular Dialogue, verbal speech"

CHAPTER 1

I'm embarrassed with just how long it took me to figure out what was going on but considering how physically impossible the circumstances I was in, maybe I shouldn't be.

The first thing I could remember is being FREEZING FUCKING COLD. So shocked with the sensory overload and abrupt change in temperature that I started to cry. Then I proceeded to cry even harder because I couldn't recognize my own voice and it upset me further. I sounded like a baby which made absolutely no sense and my mind could not compute. I heard some harsh words from a feminine voice in a foreign tongue from seemingly right above me. "Csend! Adsz nekünk!" (Hungarian: Silence you'll give us away!)

Immediately following the voice, I felt the pressure of a large hand cover the lower half of my face including my nose. The roughly threaded material was slightly damp and held the strong scent of sweet ozone. It must have been a sedative of some kind because I swiftly fell back into unconsciousness when I instinctively inhaled, my lungs grasping for air.

The next time I awoke, my head felt as though it was filled with cotton balls. I was drowsy and my eye lids felt as though they were held down with weights. I went to touch my face to try and rub my eyes, but I realized my arm was being held down with some coarse linen tied around my wrists and… yup my ankles too. I tried to open my eyes again successfully this time, but I could see nothing, just a gray scale haziness which sent me into the beginning stages of a panic attack. My mind whirled with unanswered questions. "what the hell is happening to me? Where am I? I'm freaking blind?! When did that happen? Why am I tied down? Was I kidnapped or something?"

I laid there tied down spread eagle on some sort of soft surface testing my restraints and try to make sense of my situation.

Seemingly blind I concentrated on my sense of hearing to try and orient myself and get a feel of my surroundings. Some distance away from me, just beyond the area of my feet I hear the soft scuffling of shoes and creaking wooden floors. The sound of glass clinking together reaches me periodically as well as the scratching of pen to paper and the rhythmic clicking of a keyboard. The same foreign voice from before is grumbling quietly to herself under her breath while she does whatever she is currently doing. It was sort of Slovak sounding but that was as far as my non-existent language skills would take me.

The only things I understood with any clarity was the number '306' and she hatefully spat out the name Baron von Strucker at regular intervals.

As I listened to her grumble with half an ear, I took stock of my physical self. I was naked laying on some sort of thin and musty mattress type surface. I was starving as well. I must have been unconscious for quite some time. As I concentrated further on my own self-awareness, I became increasingly more alarmed. There was something off about my body as a whole. Being tied down and seemingly blind, I was unable to investigate further but instinctively I knew there was something different. Something had changed.

I must have made a noise because the sound of the woman's steps approached me. When she was looming over me, she began to speak aloud. I still couldn't understand her but from her tone of voice I could tell she wasn't truly talking to me. She was talking at me instead.

"Végre ébren vagy? Jó. Hetekig voltam kénytelen szülni téged az ütemezés előtt, tehát korai vagy. mielőtt meg tudnám dönteni, mennyire elegendő volt a szelíd manipuláció, szükségem lesz az általános halálod és fejlődésed alapjára. Hmm..." (Finally, awake, are you? Good. I was forced to birth you weeks before the schedule date so you're premature. before I can begin to determine how successfully the genetic manipulation took, I'll need a baseline of your overall health and development. Hmm...")

With that statement she began to poke and prod me with no concern for my comfort. She started with stabbing me in the heal of my foot with something sharp making me cry out in surprise. I felt the disorienting sensation of my blood leaving my body and fill what I assume was a syringe.

(AN: The first couple of tests mentioned bellow are real tests doctors do to a newborn baby within the first week of birth. Though most pediatricians are much nicer about it... I know this from a one minute google search so yeah, grain of salt and all that.)

Walking away with the blood, she came back a few minutes later and put speakers near my ears, causing me to turn my head away from the unfortunate sound it produced. ''pozitív válasz a belső fülre és az agyra a hangtesztre ..." (positive response to inner ear and brain response to sound test...) She mumbles to herself after assaulting my poor ear drums. I assumed she was talking into a micro-phone of some kind, recording her findings. The tests continued, seemingly endlessly. At one point I wet myself and began to cry again. I had tried to hold it in, but I seem to have lost all control over my bladder and it was humiliating. The woman cursed and when I wouldn't stop crying, she knocked me out with the sweet-scented cloth over my face for a second time.

As you can imagine, the following months were world changing for me in the most heinous fashion. It took me quite some time to come to terms with the reality that I had been reincarnated into the newborn body of some crazy lady's science experiment. When I came to this realization, I was very thankful to have kept quiet and not given away the fact I had the mind of a recently deceased 24-year-old Canadian woman. The memory of my death came back to me in the form of a now reoccurring nightmare. I had been downtown, having lunch with my twin sister Avery Charron at a local Starbuck in our hometown of Ottawa when an explosion had detonated nearby.

The non-descript government building our coffee shop had been in collapsed on top of us, trapping us beneath 300 million tons of broken cement slabs and bent rebar. My death had not been as instantaneous as Avery's. My lower half was crushed under the endless debris. I assumed my spine was injured because I could feel nothing bellow my waist. In the back of my mind I had been very aware of the fact that I was most likely losing blood very quickly. It could not be quick enough though since I was trapped looking at the lifeless corpse of my twin sister who shared my face. The look of fearful shock was still in her hazel eyes. It took longer then one would think for me to fatally bleed out but when my world finally faded to black, I invited the oblivion. I didn't want to be rescued or survive. I couldn't live in a world where Avery didn't exist along side me.

You could imagine how I found my apparent reincarnation a very cruel joke the fates seem to be playing on me. For a seemingly newborn baby, I was in a very dark place mentally. I had no will to live so whenever the mad scientist woman took me out of the dog crate, she kept me in, I never resisted. In my defense though, I could hardly hold up my own head, never mind hatch an escape plan.

I could tell she moved us around often. I figured we were on the run from this Baron Strucker guy she kept complaining about.

As time went on, my motor control improved, and my vision began to slowly improve. (AN: Babies are blind as hell when they're first born and gain the ability to see progressively clearer in the first 12 months of life.) I grieved the lost of my sister and my old life for a long time, but it didn't last forever. I was never one to let negativity keep me down and Avery would kick my ass if she ever caught me wallowing in woe like I was. I had been given a second chance at life and Avery would hate me for wasting it like I have been.

This new optimistic frame of mind came around the first-year mark of my captivity. I didn't keep track with a calendar or anything, but I did notice that four seasons had come and gone, and we were basking in the summer heat again. I was becoming less patient and complacent with the foreign woman's inhumane treatment of me and her increasingly brutal experimentation of my body. I'm not sure what kind of result she was hoping for, but I could tell I was a bit of a disappointment to her. She would hurt me and wait for a reaction of some kind. I guess the screaming and crying was not the result she was looking for, but it was all I gave her. This went on and on and I was desperate to make it stop.

It was winter for the second time when I notice something about her change. She was sick. Her speech began to slur, and she was losing muscle tone. She became less coordinated and began to tire more easily. I can't say I was unhappy to see her suffer a little after everything she'd done to me. I knew she was aware of her condition as well because sometimes, in the middle of the night she would get drunk and begin to cry and rage at the moon. She was feeling sorry for herself and wallowing. When that happened, I would be sure to not make a sound of any kind. If she noticed me when inebriated she would get this vicious determined look in her eyes and that's when the pain was always at its worst.

This unbearable existence continued, and we kept moving from city to city, squatting in abandoned buildings and deserted hunting shacks. I honestly wasn't sure how much more I could take until one day, it happened.

We'd been living in an abandon farmhouse the following spring when I went through the worst torture session yet with the mad doctor. I was fading in and out of consciousness throughout the afternoon, suspended upside down in the middle of the room. My skin was flushed and feverish where I wasn't cut open and my head was dizzy. I knew that the crazy lady didn't have long left to live so that meant that she was running out of time to get the results from me she'd been working so hard for these last 18-ish or so months. Today was the day. Either I did what she has been hoping I would do, or I died.

I knew it in my bones that I had to produce some results and I had to do it now. When I had first decided I was going to live and fight the good fight like Avery would have wanted me to, I fought the woman tooth and nail with everything I had in my tiny body. That only lasts for so long though. Now I was desperate to give her what she wanted in hopes of making the pain finally stop. She broke me and I was desperate to give her what she wanted but the issue was that I had no idea what that was exactly. She would yell at me and sometimes throw things in exasperation, but I had no idea what she was saying, and I cried in frantic frustration.

So, there I was, swinging back and forth like a pendulum when I became aware of something creeping through my subconscious. I stop crying and began to concentrate. It was hard. Half dead as I was, I had issues stringing together coherent thoughts. Time melted away and I chased this illusive wisp through the shadows of my subconsciousness into the very heart of my being. It felt like I had been digging through the deeper reaches of my soul for ages when I finally brushed against the warm essence in my subconscious.

Simultaneously, as I subconsciously connected with my inner light, the mad scientist cracked and loss the last of her patience. She roared and charged at me sinking a serrated hunting knife deep into my abdomen to kill me. She must have finally lost it, not that she wasn't partially mad to begin with.

That inner light I had touched was some sort of sixth sense. Voices clamored and howled in anger at the damaged done to me and crested into a mutli-voice roar of anger. Roots and vines ripped through the decrepit wooden cabin destroying the building and spearing through the emaciated body of my tormentor.

She coughed and manically laughed, and chaos rained down upon her. When the dust settled, I was cradled in a soft cocoon of green vegetation. No light penetrated the sphere, but it was not dark. The green vines woven in along with the tree roots and other vegetation creating the walls of my refuge glowed a soft green light. Loose branches softly caressed my broken body, seemingly taking stock of the damage done. I could hear the soothing croon of a million soft disembodied voices in the back of my mind. There were not actual words being said and yet I understood. The voices offered protection. It echoed love, affection and loyalty.

Above my head, an ethereal multi-colour flower blossomed into existence. From its core a sweet-scented pollen fell and dusted across my face. It sank into my skin and I fell into the first true restful sleep since waking in this new reality.

Outside of my shelter, the evil scientist hung suspended a few feet off the ground. She was speared through her arched back by the vengeful tree roots as though she had been assaulted by Vlad the Impaler himself. As she slowly died, she had the largest grin across her face. Coughing up blood she mumbled to herself in glee…

"Siker! Igazam volt. A gyönyörű alkotásom. Olyan hatalmas ... minden az enyém ..." (Hungarian translation: Success! I was right. My beautiful creation. So powerful... all mine...)

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hello everyone! I had trouble writing the Summery without giving to much away but I think I managed alright. So far I have really enjoyed writing this story and I hope you like it as much as I do. For those of you waiting for updates on my other stories, pls don't despair, I haven't abandoned them. I just have lost my muse for the time being. This story however is still churning in my mind. I've decided to make it a soulmate Identifying marks fanfic.

I haven't decided who to pair her up with yet. So if you have a preference, pls share it in the comments. I am currently considering Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner, Hank McCoy or maybe even Logan. let me know what you think. Not sure where this story will go in the long run as of yet so I'm open to recommendation, constructive criticism and ardent requests. ;) I thrive on comments!

Disclaimer: I do no own any of the avengers, anything recognizable from the Marvel cinematic Universe. Nor do I own any character or recognizable content from the X-Men universe either. I only own my OFC Audrey Stark. The cover art is taken off of pintrest and is not my original work.