When Pietro woke up, he was surprised that the only pain he felt was soreness in his muscles from all the running he had done. Sitting up quickly, Pietro smiled as he noticed his sister sleeping in a chair next to the bed. His smile disappeared when he noticed tear tracks and he looked around the room, a small part of him expecting for Violet to be there too. He shook his sister awake gently and she hugged him tightly once she realized he was awake. "Wanda where's Violet? I thought she would be here." Wanda looked down at her hands and whatever she was going to say seemed to be stuck in her throat. Assuming the worst, Pietro jumped out of bed and sped down the hallway until he found Barton. Grabbing the man's shoulders, he shook him slightly while yelling in Russian. "Calm down kid! I'm not good with Russian, switch to English and tell me what's wrong." Pietro took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair slowly. "The girl, the one who helped us. Violet! Where is she?" Clint sighed and looked down at his feet before wrapping an arm around Pietro's shoulders. "I'll show you where they're keeping her."

The two men walked back the way Clint had come and Wanda caught up with them after a moment. She took her brother's hand and the trio walked along the hallway together. They seemed to be in a newly built structure with a lot of people in uniforms walking around and Pietro didn't know this place at all. "Wanda where are we?" The woman shrugged as she glared at a man walking past her. "They call it the new Avengers facility?" The words rolled off her tongue uncertainly but she continued. "I suppose Stark got tired of having his home blown up." Clint turned them down another hallway and pushed a combination into a keypad at a door. Once it opened, they went inside and Pietro stared in shock at the woman that had saved his life. She was hovering in the air, her hair was tied away from her face and her eyes were closed. She still had the same dirty clothes on that she had worn during the battle and Pietro inquired about it. "Well she went unconscious for a bit and everything was fine but once we tried to move her all hell broke loose. Her body was covered in that golden dust and anything it touched started breaking. Stark put her in here and now we're waiting for her to wake up."

"So she's basically just hovering in the air?" When Clint nodded, Pietro tugged his sister's hand. "Can you read her at all? Can you find out why she hasn't woken up?" Wanda nodded and closed her eyes. They all watched as a red haze crept to the woman, slipping past the gold dust slowly. A few moments later, Wanda opened her eyes and sighed softly. "I think she is lost. I can try to force her to wake up but that may hurt her." Pietro shook his head and pulled a chair away from the wall before sitting in it.

"No. I will stay here with her and talk to her. Perhaps that will help." Clint and Wanda nodded, leaving quickly while hoping for the best. Pietro started talking, telling the woman things about himself. Things he wanted to do, places he wanted to see, along with anything else he could think of. After an hour she still hadn't moved and he was getting a little frustrated. From what he could tell on the monitors, she was completely healthy and should have been fine. Pietro closed his eyes and began to sing a lullaby in Russian, remembering the words easily from his childhood.

"The Little Fir Tree,
Is freezing in the cold,
Take it from the forest,
Home for household.

How many garlands,
Hanging from of the tree,
Pink and blue ribbons,
Golden balls you'll see!

How many children,
Little girls and boys!
Jumping, clapping,
Making joyful noise.

"You, Little Fir Tree!",
The happy kids will sing,
"You are full of bright lights,
With blue beads, you shall ring!"

Let us dance together,
Hold each other's hands,
Next to the Fir tree,
We are all your friends!"

When he opened his eyes, Pietro was shocked to find the golden mist had spread toward him. Before he had time to move, the mist touched him and the man cried out as images suddenly flew past his eyes. Violet, as a young girl, holding onto her mother and crying as the woman lay in a hospital bed. An older man, Pietro assumed it was Violet's father, stood over her as he shouted unintelligible words at her. A handsome young man, his face twisted in anger as he struck Violet again and again. Each of these memories had a feeling attached to it and with every scene, Pietro became angrier. This young woman had lost her mother, been abused the father figure in her life, then had run herself ragged trying to escape an abusive boyfriend. Suddenly a nicer memory flashed and slowed down, as if allowing Pietro to enjoy the scene. Violet was standing in a forest, probably after she had run to Europe, and was laughing joyously while spinning in a slow circle. Then there was a slideshow of pictures, most of them had Pietro and Wanda in them and a feeling of contentment filled the pictures. The mist pulled away from him and back into Violet, making it look as if nothing had happened. "Violet? Can you hear me? Can you twitch your finger or cover your body in that mist again? Anything?" Sighing in disappointment when nothing changed, Pietro stood up and left the room to grab some food quickly.

A few moments after he had left the lights in Violet's room went out, throwing the room into complete darkness. The woman groaned loudly as she came back to consciousness, rolling slightly and grunting when she landed on the floor. She opened her eyes, expecting to be in a medical room of some sort but gasping when she couldn't see anything. The monitors in the room made a sudden loud beeping, which sounded eerily like a machine they had used on Violet during experiments. Panic set in as she assumed she had been taken again. Scooting back quickly, the woman screamed loudly when her back touched a wall. Golden dust spurted from her body and began tearing the machines apart while Violet continued screaming. Her knees came up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her head, her voice straining as she continued panicking.

The door flew open, followed by a voice that was somewhat familiar to Violet. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. turn on the lights in this room and turn off the alarms." The lights came on and Violet stopped screaming but stayed curled into herself as her body shook violently. Tony walked farther into the room but stopped when he noticed the dust still creeping around the room. "Violet, can you get rid of the mist? Nobody is going to hurt you but I can't help you if I can't get near you." The golden haze suddenly pulled back into the woman and Tony walked up to her and slid onto the floor next to her, leaning back against the wall. Violet was still shaking terribly but she hadn't moved her arms away from her head and Tony couldn't see her face. Reaching out, he hesitantly touched her back and Violet flinched but nothing else happened. Deciding to take a chance the older man pulled Violet to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, putting her back soothingly as his mother had done to him when he was very very young. The woman tensed at the sudden contact but when she realized that it was comforting, proceeded to bury her face against Tony's chest and suddenly began sobbing. Tony held her close and rocked her while she cried, allowing her to get it all out of her system.