When I awoke again, I had been returned to my cell. My back ached with new bruises, and I could barely stand the pain in my leg long enough to open my eyes. I sat myself up, moving so my back was against the bars of the cell.

The longer I sat there, the more it felt like someone was watching me. I couldn't hear anyone speaking this time, and the daylight that had filtered into the cell was gone. I rubbed my head as I tried to process the thoughts and memories filtering through my head.

Major Allen had told me once that this may happen. If someone were to wake up me- Phoebe- and try to instantly reactivate me, the wall separating the two personas would crumble. He had never seen it happen before, though. I was the first real agent that had succeeded.

My thoughts would be messy and foggy, until I could find a way to clear them up. If I could find a way to clear them up.

The feeling of being watch only increased as I tried to sort through the memories, and I decided to give up, engaging whoever was there.

"Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to stare." I stated, shifting myself so my forehead was leaning against the bars instead of my back. I didn't hear anyone reply, but I did see a glint of a light somewhere down the corridor reflecting off metal. "They send you for babysitting duty?" I asked, hoping the man would step into the light.

"Just watching." I heard the deep voice reply, confirming my suspicions. It was the Winter Soldier.

"They don't have to watch me. It's not like I can get through these bars. I might be small but I'm not this small." I reached my arm through one of the bars, holding it out in his direction. I didn't hear anything, but I could tell he had taken a small step forward. I could see more of his arm, now.

"They didn't send me." He grunted out. He didn't move or speak again, so I decided to try and goad a response.

"What, you got a crush or something?" I waved my hand around a bit. The hunger and dehydration were getting to my head, and I really just wanted company. It was better than thinking to myself.

"I'm not sure what that is." He sounded genuinely stumped, and I could feel my face twist in confusion. I knew from Major Allen that he had been brainwashed, but I didn't know how much it had actually affected him.

"How long you been awake?" I asked, sighing as my arm started to ache from the tension. He looked confused at my question.

"Since Sokovia." He replied anyway. I could tell the others hadn't sent him here. After the scene he caused in the room with the doctor, they probably wanted him as far away as possible from me. If he had been awake since Sokovia, they must have known we had come after him.

I covered the small sensor on the bracelet the commander had given me. This was the closest I would get to securing him. "Their time's ticking, krasivyy," (Handsome) I spoke quietly. He knew Russian. It was what they had trained him with. "Come with me and you'll get the answers you need." I heard an explosion to the east of where I was being held. I knew my men were here.

I laid back onto the hard ground, awaiting them. I had no way of holding the Soldier there. If he was far enough out of his trance, he'd come with us willingly. If he didn't, that wasn't my fault.

"Tony's gonna kill us," I could hear Steve talking as I came to. I was lying on the couch. Someone had their hands on my throat, like they were checking for a pulse.

"Tony's gonna kill me if he finds out what I've actually been up to." I spoke, opening my eyes and propping myself up on the couch. Steve and Natasha gave me confused looks. Sam was waiting to hear what the memory had been about. "The Winter Soldier keeps coming back to me because he's remembering. Even if he doesn't realize it. He remembers me."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Steve asked. Natasha looked just as confused.

"Right now, don't worry about it." I said, sitting myself up before standing from the couch. I stumbled a little but caught myself. "I've got shit to do. Tony doesn't need to know I was here. Tony doesn't need to know about any of this." I pointed at all of them and they agreed silently.

I grabbed my jacket from where I had left it by Sam's door, heading out to my car.

I still know where Major Allen lives, if he hasn't been deployed recently. He was one of the most prominent people in all of my memories, except Commander Mager.

The drive to his home only took around fifteen minutes, but it took another ten for me to get out and walk to his front door. As I stood on the step and waited for someone to answer the door, I wrung my hands together, filtering through the memories again.

The door swung open suddenly and I was yanked inside by my wrist. By instinct, I brought my leg up and swung it around to kick the person who had seized me, and they let out a shout of pain before stepping back. I looked up to find Graham Allen standing in front of me, pain evident on his face. "Sorry." I shrugged, "Instincts." He let out a laugh and pulled me close for a hug before holding me at arms length.

"What are you doing here, Phoebe?" He asked. He looked concerned.

"Sam Wilson helped me trigger my memories. Not all of them but enough. I need a place to lay low for a while, SHIELD has been infiltrated by HYDRA and Fury," I paused as my voice cracked, "Fury thought they might come after me if they find out who I was." He nodded sympathetically. He had probably heard about Fury from a friend.

"So you remember what? Just Phoebe memories?" He asked. I knew he was hinting at whether or not I knew about Onyx.

"No," I sighed, "I remember Onyx memories. All of them. All of it." He led me to the couch to sit down. We were silent for a while before I spoke up again. "What happened to him? I was unconscious before Sam showed up. He was there when I passed out." He knew I was talking about the Winter Soldier.

"When our men found you, the Soldier tried to fight them off. He thought we were some other terrorist group that wanted you for our own gain. When they told him they were there to rescue you, he backed off. They said he just hid in the shadows until they couldn't find him anymore. Your heart rate was too slow and they were too worried about getting you back to base to chase him." I nodded and took a deep breath.

"HYDRA came back for him. He's been wiped. I feel like it's my fault, since I didn't stay awake. We could have gotten him out of there." Graham shook his head quickly, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"What Mager had planned for him wasn't any better than what he's doing now. He didn't have the supplies to keep him in cryo. His memories would have come back. He probably would have gone off the wall. He probably will if he makes it out of this." He sighed and ran a hand over his face.

I shook my head. "There's things I don't remember," I finally admitted, straining to reach for the empty spaces in my memories. "I don't remember anything after Mager recruited me for the program. Not until the first mission. I know I had a lot of training. It helped me persevere. But I don't remember specifics." He nodded.

"I didn't get to know you until you started the program. That was about a week after you were recruited. You weren't really coherent. The week prior they had drilled the activation code and wiped your memories from your second persona. It was a clean slate for them to work with.

"I was in charge of transporting you for your training. Some days you seemed alright, but others you didn't talk. You were either spaced out or passed out. Sometimes you came back with bruises or blood. I always made sure you were cleaned up and in bed before I left. You never talked about your training.

"Sometimes they would wake you up before the training was over and you would tell me about your brother or your mother. I always knew Tony'd kill us if he found out what you were doing. Even if you had signed up for it." He laughed and leaned back on his couch before continuing.

"I don't know what kind of things they had you doing during training, but whatever it was, it's a good thing you don't remember it. If I were you, I wouldn't reach for it. If they didn't come out with the rest of Onyx's memories, they're buried deeper than I expected." I nodded and shifted my feet for a moment before standing again.

"I need to help him. I told him I'd help him find answers." I paced to the window and looked out into the street.

"Phoebe, you don't even know him." Graham said, coming to stand next to me. I shook my head.

"I know, Graham. But, until today, I didn't even know myself. It's always been there, what happened. It's just been buried. He's going through the same thing. I know I can help." He nodded and pulled me into a tight hug.

"You care too much for your own good." He said, rubbing my back gently. I nodded before pulling away.

We said our goodbyes, and I returned to my car again.