A/N: Hey guys! So here is your next chapter. Try to enjoy it, because Sera's stuck here for awhile. But you know she's gonna make this timeline hers ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Disney, ABC or the Avengers. Just Sera.
The explanation of the split of the Avengers went on for about an hour, and afterwards, I explained to them whom I was, and my background. Defensive at first, as I explained that my mother's parents, upbringing and lineage, they eventually agreed to keep me in the holding cell until they could figure out how to get me back.
Or if they even could.
A few days later, I was feeling restless, as I was still stuck in this… alternate timeline as Vision would say, so I made dinner, while Vision watched me. I guess it was to ensure I wasn't trying to poison anyone. Callie was playing on the floor, clearly missing talking to her twin, and Joey.
"FRIDAY, please call everyone to the kitchen." I sighed.
"Yes Ma'am."
"I miss ARSENAL," I said out loud.
"Arsenal?" Vision said, unsure of the word.
"I designed and created her. She's my baby. An AI that I put in my car, and then developed for the base. No offense FRIDAY, but ARSENAL was the best. After JARVIS. I miss him more."
"I'm sorry if my voice upsets you." Vision said as I heard a jet land outside.
"It's okay. It isn't your fault. I've grown to love the Vision back home. He's quirkier, and likes to help around the lab. He stops my Dad from creating explosions, which is always a plus." I snickered, before a pang of hurt went through my heart.
"Are you alright?" Vision asked as I held my chest and cried a little.
"Elijah must hate me. This is always happening. When we defeated Hydra, I was in bed because I almost died. Then I turned InHuman. Then I almost blew up. This is the longest I've been away from him. This is the longest Callie has been away from him."
"I'm sure he does not hate you."
"Well, maybe not. But I miss them all like crazy. Callie is the only one keeping me sane," I said, pulling out my phone and looking at the lock screen. It was their smiling faces as they played in the leaves outside the base. Bending down to show Callie, she smiled, "Liyah!"
"They are adequately sized for their age." Vision said, and I snorted in laughter.
"Thanks Vis. They are beautiful," I said, gently fingering the screen, as Callie chatted to the picture.
"Sera," Vision said, making me look up. There I saw the steely face of Steve Rogers, and my heart broke further, because Bucky was not beside him.
"Captain Rogers," I said quietly, swallowing back the urge to start bawling my eyes out.
"Ma'am," he said awkwardly.
"Daddy!" Callie smiled, and I had to turn her from looking at him.
"I assume Tony told you who I am, and… where I'm from."
"He thought this was a good enough reason to call for my help."
"I hope you both can resolve your anger and hurt towards one another," I said, restraining myself from seeking comfort in his arms.
"I hope so as well."
"I made food," I said as I saw Sam's face come into view, followed by Wanda, Clint and Scott. Seeing Scott reminded me that Hank didn't know me, and that killed. I had three fathers in this universe that didn't know I existed.
"Well, I can make more. I wasn't expecting more than the five of us," I said to Vision.
"I shall oversee you again, to ease the tensions that you may poison the group." Vision said.
"That didn't," Sam quipped, and I smirked.
"They see me as an enemy. I understand why though. I dropped into their lives without a warning and I'm very sure that's unsettling to them. I can assure you these Accords make me mad as hell, and if I could, Ross would burn for even thinking of imprisoning you."
"I may be able to send you back, if Sparky here can work her magic." Tony said, looking at me strangely.
"You aren't going to strap a shock collar to her if she does?" Scott's angry voice said, directing his sarcastic response to Tony.
"I didn't know they were doing that. Any of it." Tony said, as if he had already explained it.
"But you did nothing to stop it when you visited, trying to get information out of Sam." Clint yelled.
"No, because I had no power. I had no leverage over Ross." Tony said, getting defensive.
"Okay, okay. Enough. Everyone sit down, shut up and eat." I yelled, "God, it's like watching children fight over a toy. I would know! I have two toddlers!"
The tense group sat down, eyeing each other, and muttering under their breath.
"One. More. Word." I said, feeling my skin crawl with heat, flames licking up my fingers.
"God, your eyes turn red too?" Tony said, sounding scared.
"Yeah, and I'm gonna hurt you a lot more than Wanda's vision did. Shut up." I said, turning back to start on more dinner.
"I need to fight," I whispered to myself, "Fight this."
I hear the wind across the plain
A sound so strong - that calls my name
It's wild like the river - it 's warm like the sun
Ya it's here - this is where I belong
Under the starry skies - where eagles have flown
This place is paradise - it's the place I call home
The moon on the mountains
The whisper through the trees
The waves on the water
Let nothing come between this and me
Couse everything I want - is everything that's here
And when we're all together - there's nothing to fear
And wherever I wander - the one thing I've learned
It's to here - I will always...always return
I sang quietly to Callie as I heard the sound of forks on plates. At least they were eating. Her crocodile tears just broke my heart further.
"That's a nice voice you have there." Sam said, and I turned to see him smirking at me.
"Thank you. That was more for Callie and myself. She calms down easier if I'm singing. Right love bug?" I said, picking her up and strapping her into the highchair Tony had brought in for the meantime. She immediately dug in, as I put down the cooled off food, saying, "Casserow!"
"That's right baby girl. What do you say?" I said, bending down to her eye level and smiling.
"Tank uo!" She said, giving me a cheesy smile.
"She's adorable," Clint said, watching me carefully.
"She's my little dancer. It's even cuter when she and her twin brother are playing in the bath. Bubbles everywhere, and Steve likes to make bubble beards for them. And Bucky will sit there letting them splash him until he's soaked. They love it," I said smiling before I locked eyes with Tony.
"Well, my version of Steve and Bucky," I said, moving back to the food I was preparing, and gently brushing a tear away from my eye.
"Mama, where Joey?" Callie asked.
"Joey is… he's with your Daddies and Elijah. I promise we will see him soon," I said, putting on my best smile for my daughter.
"When soon?"
"Soon will be before you know it," I said, kissing her nose. She giggled, making me smile.
As the second round of dinner finished, I excused myself to put Callie down for the night. We were sharing a bed in the holding cell, and it was the only place I felt safe. But I asked Friday to keep me updated if Callie woke up. She hadn't been sleeping well without Elijah and I couldn't stand to see her upset. I, however, needed a few bottles of wine to myself, and a night to watch the stars. Taking a blanket out onto the patio, I curled up in a chair, opening a bottle and started drinking.
My mind wandered for a few minutes, trying to come up with a way home, or a way to get a message to them. I couldn't think though, because of the hurt I felt, being away from the family that knew and loved me.
"No more. I can't be separated from them again." I said quietly.
"Excuse me ma'am," I heard Steve say and I sighed.
"Good evening Captain Rogers."
"May I join you?" He asked, nodding to a chair. I nodded and said, "Help yourself."
He did so, but remained silent, watching me out of the corner of his eye.
"What can you tell me about your…Bucky, and how he recovered from the… brainwashing."
"I got rid of it. At least, thats what he tells me. I still think some days he's hiding a part of himself, but I don't push."
"Did he mention words? Trigger words?"
"No. What were they?"
"Longing, Rusted, Seventeen, Daybreak, Furnace, Nine, Benign, Homecoming, One, Freight Car. All in Russian."
"Damn. I'll have to get rid of those when I get home… if I get home."
"How do you get rid of that brainwashing?" He asked seriously.
"I learned a method, a type of brainwashing, if you will. By hypnotizing someone, essentially, I can control them, and plant triggers or extract information. I didn't like to do either, but by learning it, I was able to gather a lot of crucial information for SHIELD, before you brought it tumbling down."
"I won't apologize for what I did."
"Neither did my Steve. Though I was pissed he had to destroy most of the tech I designed. He did what was right, not what was easy." I smirked.
"So you used this method on people, and on Bucky?"
"Yes. I was Fury's top interrogator. And when I used it on Bucky, it was because he wanted to be fixed. I couldn't force it on him. I had known him about six months before I met you in my world. But I knew him as Yasha, the Winter soldier. He was the first love of my life, and then when I met you, you showed me I could love again. And then things got complicated after I helped him. We started our relationship, the three of us. It was good because we all loved each other. You and Bucky had been together before the war, and some points during, and it was like puzzle pieces finally fitting. I got pregnant by both of you with a rare set of twins."
"Oh," He said, confused.
"Elijah is your biological son, whereas Callie is Bucky's biological daughter. But the you and Bucky in my dimension, love them both equally."
"I don't think of Bucky that way... He's my best friend, but nothing more than a brother." Steve said, a slight blush to his cheeks.
"I get it. My Steve isn't ashamed to tell the world though. He's… a good man, and a better father and husband."
"Do you think…. If Bucky were hypothetically here, that you could erase the triggers?" He asked softly.
"Nothing would make me happier. Except going home. If I can ease his pain and prevent what happened, from happening again, I would be happy to do so. But you need to promise me something." I said, making him look up at me.
"Anything. I just want my best friend back." Steve said.
"My daughter needs to be far away when this happens. She's already confused enough that you aren't showing her any attention, because you look like her Dad and it would break her heart if her other Daddy did the same. Tell Natasha to teach her some ballet. She's been learning from my Nat."
"She's quite young for that, right?"
"She's not even a year." I chuckled.
"She looks to be about two!" He said confused.
"She has the serum they gave Bucky in her DNA, as does Elijah with your serum. If Hydra ever got their hands on my children, no amount of defence would stop me. I'd burn the world down for them." I said, seriously.
"I promise. She won't be around."
"And then, you and Tony need to sit down and hash things out. You're acting like five year olds." I said bluntly.
"Tony doesn't trust me right now. I kept the knowledge of Bucky being behind his parents death a secret."
"My Dad was told when we brought him home. I explained the brainwashing, and how he wasn't in control of himself, let alone his hands."
"Take it from me, apologize. Saying sorry goes a long way in mending bridges."
"He's downstairs, in cryo." Steve said, and I chuckled. Typical Steve. Ask for forgiveness rather than permission.
"Okay, then let's go." I said, getting up with my second bottle of wine. He gave me an odd look as I started chugging it, but I shrugged.
I love wine. And tequila, whiskey, bourbon, rum, scotch... I think I have a drinking problem.
