The private elevator that was handled by security personal gave no comfort to her all burning nerves at all as Katrina held onto her coat a little tighter. A small memory suddenly came into view.

Her body ached, she could feel her nerves, she was aware of her entire nervous system and the feeling was strange to say the least. Something was wrong, her stomach dropped as she felt her brother nearby. They had gone out to a party that was being thrown in honor of all the men that would soon join the war. Spain had announced their involvement to help an ally, anywhere you walked the streets buzzed with the sound of war.

Milenko.

Milo came home that afternoon, told her he had signed and was heading out tomorrow morning. Katarina hadn't liked the idea, she could feel the dread crawling up her skin. Her twin was going to be shipped to fight a battle that wasn't his, but convincing him of that was useless.

That night they had gone to celebrate, but something happened. She couldn't remmeber. Katarina tried to conjure another memory, but nothing came. Nothing about her childhood in Madrid, nothing about her mother, did she even have one? Or a father?

"Milo?" Her voice hurt, as if she hadn't used her vocal cords in a while. Katarina heard footsteps, the door opened and suddenly people were shouting. There wasn't a female in the room, they all sounded like men, she felt their fear, their nerves. They weren't speaking spanish, it was a much rougher language. German? Maybe Russian, but Spain didn't have their kind, especially not in Madrid.

Something was wrong and somehow, it was about to get worse.

She opened her eyes and tried to sit up.

"Milo! Donde estas? Tengo miedo. Milo!"

Everything ached but her fear was escalating quickly, she felt as if her nerves were burning, as if a fire had been created inside her and it was being fanned to expand more.

Before she knew it, she felt as though an explosion had happened inside of her, in her core. Suddenly every person in the room had collapsed onto the floor. Some clutching to their ears, others their eyes. Blood had began to spill through their pores and they started to convulse on the ground. Blankets, pillows, IV's and bags were floating above her.

Katarina's fear only increased from there, she needed to get out. It wasn't safe, monitors began to crackle and the electricity in the air was sparking. She began to stand on the bed when she felt a pinch to her buttocks. Fear, she felt more fear.

Then, everything went dark.

Katarina felt a hand on her shoulder and the elevator light flickered.

"Kata aquí estoy, estas bien. Relájate.. insisto."

She felt herself immediately relax, his Empathy power settling over her nerves. She usually didn't like being forced to feel, or do things by him but in this case, she was overly grateful.

"I'm sorry Milo, I remembered something. Todo.. todo esta bien?"

Milenko only gave a slight nod and pulled her in closer as the doors opened to the top of the One World Observatory tower.

Everything was made of glass and the view was beautiful. They stepped out of the elevator to be stopped by another security guard who asked to see their invitation. A burgandy clad covered bell hop approached her for her coat, she quietly withdrew from her warmth and confortable space, allowing the fresh air swiftly hitting her back. The observatory was filled with so many different people, her eye caught a glimpse of a tall man with long blond hair whom looked familiar, perhaps someone from her hidden past.

"Ma'am I will need to see the inside of your left wrist please." The security guard held his hand out and waited for Katarina to extend her wrist. When the guard noticed she didn't intend to move and simply lifted a perfectly black eyebrow, did his stance sway a bit and he retracted his hand.

"It's for security measure. I just need to confirm you aren't the suspect we were told to watch out for. If you don't have any ink there, we're clear." Again the guard extended his hand to her, only Katarina lifted

her wrist to his eye level.

The security nodded after contemplating that that would be as much as he would get out of her, then turned to see the man next to her do the same.

Once both had passed the security guard Milo lead her by the back through the tight space of the Observatory, on path to find their table which was closest to the balcony.

"Nena are you alright? What did you see?" Milo had asked in a quiet voice, almost as if the words caused him dread.

"Us, well, sort of. I remember waking up with the Neurokinesis. Some men were in a room that looked similar to the labs they test rats in, the ones in IL Muro Campo. I was on the bed trying to remember how I got there. You had come home Milo, telling me you were joining the war. You were leaving the next day and Madrid was holding a celebration for those who joined. That's all. Well, and I suppose I damaged the men in the room, they spoke in russian. I'm sure it was russian, they started to bleed on the floor, it's was horrible." Katarina explained, her back stiffening. Milo simple patted her back in a small demonstration of comfort. His empathetic power surging to the surface, he was about to give his sister a calming feeling when he heard his name boom over the chatter.

"Milenko Cavallero!"

Katarina turned towards her brother to see that he had also turned towards the sound of his name. A dark man with a peculiar patch covering his left eye walked towards them. He hesitated after seeing Katarina, but quickly recover and clapped Milenko on the back with a small grin on his face, one that looked a little forced.

"It's good to see you my friend, it has been too long. I see you brought your beautiful sister with you. Miss Cavallero. It's a pleasure to meet you in person."

"The pleasure is mine, señor..."

"Ahh Fury. Nick Fury. Milenko your tables this way, follow me."

Both were lead quickly to their destination which was not that far from their reach. Once they both sat down a red headed woman appeared to Fury's left and took the chair out to gracefully sit, crossing her right leg over the left. Her hair was pinned to the side and she wore a tight gold dress that landed below her knees. Giving Milo an unwanted distraction, his eyes settled on the women's legs a little too long before Fury began to speak again.

"Milenko, Katarina, this is one of Shields top agents, she also works with the Avengers closely. Natasha Romanoff, this is our new recruit Katarina Cavallero and her brother, who refuses to join, Milenko Cavallero."

Natasha shook both of their hands and sat back to observe, purposely making her dress hitch higher on her thighs and watched with satisfaction as Milo's gaze kept drifting back to her legs. After ordering something to drink for all of them, Fury began to talk to Milenko, trying again to slowly warm the idea of having him join the Avengers. Katarina on the other hand began to watch for the person who took their drink order to come back.

"Psst, Katarina." She turned around to see that Natasha was looking amused at her.

"Let's leave the boys to talk, I'll introduce you to the team." Natasha whispered loudly and stood up to collect her.

"Can I call you Nina? Katarina sounds so long and formal. You look more of a Nina to me." Katarina chuckled and nodded.

"I've been called Nina for as long as I can remember, it's not a problem with me. Do you go by anything other then Natasha or Black widow?"

Katarina saw the corner of her new acquaintances mouth twitch slightly. Natasha reached for Katarina's right arm and only patted her hands.

"Most call me Nat. I prefer that to anything else really. Nothing special. I like things simple and to the point. No beating round the bush is the saying here darling." Her laugh rang throughout the chitter as she lead them to the balcony which seemed crowded as well. It was snowing outside and although the balcony was opened to the public, it was also shut in from the cold. The removable glass windows that seperated them from the otside were shut tightly. Normally those would be lifted above the balcony to give more roofing, but in the January cold night, they were kept locked. Allowing the balcony to be a secluded glass room, which Katarina soon found out, was also sound proof. Soft music was being emitted through the floor and Katarina found the room to be much more warm then what she expected.

Three men approach them as soon as they entered. One was about Natashas height, perhaps a bit smaller and his black and white suit was simple. He carried himself in a relaxed manner and had a serious look about himself, but his gait showed him to be quite the goofball. The other man was tall and bulky, and Katarina knew him right away as Captain America, the red, white and blue tie didn't help conceal his identity either. He was easy to identify, as well as the man that stayed behind who was on his phone and had odd looking glasses, but, the man that stood next to Steve Rogers was odd. He seemed more detached, there was a chill about him that reminded Katarina of a frosted Russian winter.

"Hey boys, I found our new recruit, this is Katarina Cavallero. We can call her Nina, she's sweet." Natasha said as the boys settled in front of them. "Nina this is Clint Barton, also a shield agent. Tall glass of blond water here is Steve Rogers, back there on his phone is Tony Stark, and the beautiful dark haired girl arguing is Wanda, youll love her. And this brooding super soldier who looks like he doesn't want to be here is James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call him Bucky."