I walk down the empty street towards my apartment, wrapping coat tighter to myself as the October wind whips wildly.

Turning onto the steps of my apartment, I climb the small distance to the porch, grabbing my keys out of the bag. At the front window, Rupert sits waiting for me, no doubt wanting to hear how my day went.

Unlocking the door, I take off my messenger bag and set it on the floor, where it was soon joined by my gloves, hat, and coat. The house was pitch black once I closed the door, allowing Rupert to brush up against my leg.

"How was it today? Any better?" he communicates to me.

" Well, it was a bit better than yesterday. The Stark's came to visit." I say out loud.

"Ah, how was little Peter? He hasn't come here for a while."Rupert replies.

I smile, leaning down to scratch his ear. The great thing about a telepathic dog was that they always cared about what was in your mind.

" The lad was fine. Had some fantastic pictures from the Avenger's battle."

"That's good to hear."He yawns."Well, I've got to head to bed soon. Don't stay up too late."

" I won't, ya mother hen."

He snorts before turning towards the office where his bed was, tail slowly wagging.

It was good that he was trying to sleep. The nightmares are helping that much, but at least he tries. That is the best you can do after all, isn't it?

I walk up the stairs and stop in the landing, looking at the white door to my right. It'd been almost six months since she died, but I can still hear her screams echoing in the night when I sleep. Placing a hand on the door, I can almost exactly remeber it.

Flashback

"Just tell me where the codes are, and she will live," White Death says, grinning, his hand almost touching her forehead.

" Sarah, don't listen to him! Please, I'm just one life amidst thousands of others!" my mother chokes out, tears staining her cheeks.

"Shut up, let your daughter decide your fate," he snarls, still staring at me.

" Mum," I choke out." Please forgive me,"

She looks directly into my eyes and nods, smiling softly. Then the smile turns into a scream as White Death's hands touch her forehead, giving her a electrocuting shock.

"Mum!" I scream, struggling against my bonds as I watch the light in her eyes fade away.

End flashback

Pulling my hand away, I silently walk to my room on the left and open the door.

The room is softly illuminated by a single candle, displaying flickering patterns on the red walls.

I walk over my wardrobe and open it, showing my old suit to the world.

Letting my gaze run over the black and purple outfit, I spot that the sword was covered in dust. Sliding it out of the wardrobe, I give it a few swings, for old times sake. Faltering a bit as I remember what I used to do, what I am.

Placing it back in the dark, I flick my hand at the door and it closes softly. Another flick of my hand and the unlit candles that line the room ignite, banishing the dark memories that haunt my mind.

Sliding my sweater over my head, I look down and see the harness that holds my wings back. Unbuckling the straps, my wings come out with a swoosh, revealing russet brown colors.

I roll my shoulders back to get the stiffness out and change into my pyjamas and climb into bed, giving a wave at the candles and they go out one by one.

Agent Coulson looks down at his phone and sees that Fury is calling.

" Agent Coulson here," he says, cautiously waiting for a response.

"Couslon? The Winter Solider is loose."

Well, hoped you all liked this chapter! Sorry for not updating sooner, just that school is really busy and some weird things in life. Hope to see y'all soon!