When I saw the lift doors close, I made my way from my spot in the living room to the hall way. Feeling like I needed to hide away from the world that was unfamiliar territory I chose the very last room down the hall. I pass at least doors before I got to the room that I felt would make me the most comfortable. With a gentle push on the handle I opened the door. Inside was as beautiful as the rest of the floor. Pristine white bedding, marble floors, grand lights on the ceiling.

I almost felt too dirty to step into the-my room, but I did. I took a look through the drawers and closet. I found all types of clothing, man and women. I think Tony wanted to be prepared for either gender of guest in his rooms. I'm glad he did, I really wanted to get out of this hospital gown and into something comfortable. Although I wasn't fully awake or aware of the times when I was being held with Hydra, they brought me normal time appropriate clothes when I was awake. I could always tell it had been awhile because of the style of clothes they brought me. The last time I was awake, they brought me high waited jeans and a neon top.

You see the key for me to do the missions I was sent on was to always blend in. What's a more perfect way then to give me civilian clothes? It never mattered if it was a dress, pants, or lingerie they would put me in time appropriate styles of each of them, so wearing the clothes of this time period wouldn't bother me at all. In fact it was one of the only things I looked forward to when they woke me up for a job. I went back to the dresser drawers and picked out some underwear and shorts and a t shirt that read STARK. Tony would be the one to have his guest wear something like that.

These clothes were a little bit different than the ones that Hydra gave me before. I walked to the other door in the room, which I could only assume was a bathroom. And it was, but the shower looked very complicated. It looked like I'd have to touch the screen to activate it. So I asked the only person, well thing, I could.

"JARVIS?"

"Yes Ms. Rogers?"

"Um well first, can you see me?" The thought of that made me nervous.

"No ma'am there are no cameras in the private places. I can only observe people that are in the public areas, such as the elevators. Everywhere else is off limits."

"Right one more thing. Can you operate the shower? I really don't know what to do with it."

"Of course Ms. Rogers. I'll set it to a medium temperature for you." In the blink of an eye the water was turned on and steam started to rise up quickly. Seeing as it was already hot I entered the shower. It was exceedingly relaxing, but before I knew it the events of the day suddenly caught up to me. I felt weak in the knees and my breath was caught in my chest.

I slid down the wall of the stall slowly, trying not to hyperventilate. I reached the floor and pulled my knees to my chest, staring blankly at the wall. I felt a warm tear fall on my knee, I didn't even realize I was crying. I didn't move to wipe them away, I just let them fall freely. I don't know how long I sat there, but when I came back to my senses the water was cold and I was shivering. I stood up from my place, and grabbed at towel to wrap around myself. Drying myself off, I put on the clothes that I grabbed. I turned around and saw a mirror.

There was a girl there in the reflection, she looked surprised. I raised my hand to move my hair, so did she? I didn't know this girl, she had dark circles under her eyes and a dead look in her brown eyes. Her hair was an unnatural black. There was a thin but jagged scar running from her neck to her shoulder, another one subtlety under her left eye, you couldn't really see it unless you kept staring. I took me a minute to realize it was me in the mirror. Not a she, but me. It was like looking at a total stranger, this wasn't how I remembered my reflection.

It had been years since I looked in a mirror, the doctors never let me look at myself. It was a way to strip me of my identity. As was dying my hair black, I was a natural brown headed girl from what I remember. I couldn't stand to look at the reflection anymore, I only saw the girl they made me into, the monster. I walked away and into the bedroom, deciding to just sleep instead. I was more tired than I initially thought, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillows.

I stood in the middle of a large room. There were people around me talking, having a normal day. Children smiled at me and mothers talked to me about the weather. Men where reading newspapers and drinking coffee. I felt a tug on my pants, a little girl handed me a picture. I brought it closer to my face to look at it, it was her and her family under the sun.

'How sweet'

When I looked up again the room was gray. Red splattered on the walls, wailing was heard from behind me and you could hear blood dripping off the ceiling.

'What? What's going on?'

I didn't scream or talk. I turn my gaze to the floor, and there laid the bodies of everyone I the room. They were splayed all around me blood running down their throats were a knife cut them, grotesque and mouths opened wide. Their eyes staring at me, blaming. I started to shake. I felt another tug on my pants, this time I was hesitant to look down. My head turned to look down. A little girl had blood dripping down her neck, throat sliced. Her face pale and eyes black. She opened her mouth and a gurgling sound came out.

"You. Did. This." It started out as a whisper.

"You. Did. this!" she spoke with volume this time.

" .THIS." she screamed at me at the top of her lungs, screeching while she did so.

"NO! I didn't, I wouldn't!" I shook my head to her, tears rolling down my cheeks, my body shaking. I look down at my hands. There was blood on my left hand, and a knife in my right, blood covered that too. Snapping my head back to the girl, about to yell at her again. Except there wasn't the little girl anymore, it was me. The old me with a 30's dress and hair pinned, blood splattered on her dress and face, knife in her hand. She spoke three words to me with a great deal of conviction and a broken tone.

"You did this."

I shot up from the bed, sweat covering my body; gasping for air. I slipped my legs over to the side of the bed, needing to feel cold wind on me. Bending over I put my elbows on my knees and head in my hands. It was so real. Did I do that? Or what is just a dream? I stood up from my position and made my way to sit on the chair by the window checking the clock on the night stand, it read 4:14 AM. There would be no more sleep for me tonight, yet I didn't want to think of anything either. So I settled in for a silent thoughtless stare at the wall.

Eggs sizzled in the pan, making a popping sound every few minutes. I sat the spatula down next to the stove on a paper towel, and moved to butter my bread. If I couldn't do anything else, the one thing I always knew how to do was cook. It never seemed to leave me, no matter how many times I was put under. Cooking was somewhat comforting and reminded me of simpler things.

I plated my food and turned off the stove, sitting at the high top table in the kitchen. It was so quite with me since yesterday, and although it felt nice to actually be alone, I didn't know if I was comfortable being alone with my thoughts. They scared me more than anything else, they threatened to tell me the truth, to remember all of what happened to me. I didn't want to deal with that yet.

"Good morning Ms. Rogers" I grabbed my fork in my hand as a weapon, ready to attack the surprise voice. Suddenly I realized it was just JARVIS talking to me and relaxed my hand.

'Well that's going to take some getting used to.'

"Good morning JARVIS." I dug my fork into my fried eggs, cutting up a small piece.

"Mr. Stark has requested to see you on his floor as soon as you're up and ready."

"Alright I'll be up there in a moment."

"Very good ma'am." I gulped down the rest of my breakfast, not wanting to keep my host waiting for too long. I already got dressed early in jeans and a white t-shirt, so I went straight to the lift to go meet Tony. As I walked onto the top floor I see tony sitting on the couch, a show playing in front of him on a screen. I stood over to his side and waited for him to see me. He spoke without looking away from the screen.

"You are definitely a fast one Ara. You don't mind if I call you that do you? No? Well good, even if you did I was going to call you that anyways, Arabella is too formal for me. So! I called you up here because I'm going to take you out and show you the 'new' New York, per request of S.H.I.E.L.D, and then I'll show you some party fun, per my request" a frown came to my face, why would he help me like this? He didn't even know me.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"Going out of your way and taking me in. What do you get out of all of this?"

"Can't a do something out of the goodness of his heart?"

"Yes, but you don't seem like the type of man to do something out of the goodness of his heart."

"Ouch. That kind of hurt." He placed a hand on his heart, pretending to be wounded. "Look Ara. Let's just say I owe someone a favor and leave it all at that. Get ready to go, were leaving in ten." He stood up and went to into another room. The answer he gave me wasn't satisfying, but I didn't want to push it anymore. I stood by the elevator, waiting for Tony so we could get this outing started.