"So how did those two figure it out?" I ask while pointing at Peggy and Howard over my shoulder while at a little meeting Lex arranged. Earlier today, both had called me by my real name within the same hour.

"We lived together for how many years, and you did not think I would notice you?" Peggy answers my question, her hair nicely curled and makeup done perfectly to frame her face. She looks over at Lex, who is nodding with her.

"I figured it out on my own," Howard Stark states when the tent is silent once again, "I mean yes, Raven did a good job blending in, but some old habits blew your cover."

I turn my head and look at him, "Habits? Like what?"

"Cleaning yourself, for example."

"Just because I fight like a man doesn't mean I need to smell like one." Lex stifles a laugh abruptly and tries to hold in a smile. Her big hazel eyes are partly covered by her red hair as she sits on a crate. Her feet touch the floor easily compared to Logan and I, who dream of the very thought. Speaking of my brother, Logan is sitting beside her quietly, flexing his wrists. Probably bored as hell like me. I walk around the tent, for the first time in my regular female form. My hair is still tied back in its ponytail, but my clothes are at least four sizes too big as they drag behind me.

"Anyways, why'd you call this meeting Lex? Is something up?" I ask as I pick up another letter to the family of another deceased soldier. This one was named S. Hamilton, American descent. Both American and Canadian have lost so many soldiers against Hydra, it is unbelievable. Every day, more anger boils inside of me toward Hydra, and what they are doing around the world. I'm angry at what they have caused, and what could happen if they win. I'm worried about everything; I'm especially worried about Steve and Bucky. I don't know what would happen if I were to lose them.

"Yes Raven, Captain Rogers has learned what Hydra is planning to do. Sergeant Barnes has informed him about their plan to bomb many cities in the United States. He is taking a small team of 10 to-"

"Let's go," I say as I stand up.

"Raven, I can't let you go this time. Remember last time?" Logan grabs my arm and pulls me back onto my crate.

"Logan. That was only one time, I was fine."

Lex raises her eyebrows, "According to the file of the rescue, you sustained 17 bullet wounds to the chest, a mild concussion and a dislocated index finger. Howard said it was a good thing you have that healing factor of yours, or you most likely would've died in battle. In fact, Logan had to carry you to safety because you passed out."

"So I was having a bad day, if only I had something like organic steel for skin. Besides I-"

"You were being dumb." Logan announces, "As your second-oldest brother, I'm not letting you go. And before you say anythin', Victor would do the same."

I can tell nothing I do is going to get me on this mission. I cross my arms and slouch a bit while grumbling a bit. Peggy invites me to stay with her and listen to the mission as it unfolds. I accept the offer and thank her for the offer.

Now I am even more worried. Not because I can't participate, but because of that last totem. I shudder at the very memory. No one knows what I saw except for me.

-Totem Flashback-

"BUCKY! NO!" Steve yells as Bucky falls into a snow covered forest.

-

What do those totems mean? I have a bad feeling about this.