A/N Another update! Let me know what you think.

My fingers flexed and my knuckled cracked. With nothing to do but sit in this chair and stare at my own reflection, I'm beginning to grow restless and agitated. Looking over as the door to the room opened, I was greeted by an unexpected guest. Her long brunette hair is flattering and straight, her form is petite and her brown eyes big and beautiful. She wears a lot of red.

"My name is Wanda" she spoke with an accent as she stood by me, but not too close "I'm here to help you, but I can only do that if you let me"

I didn't answer. The two way mirror faded to clear and I was allowed to see through to the other side. Steve and the Soldier stood behind the screen with a poised look "Stay out of my head" it was directed to all of them. I've had enough people prying and poking inside of there.

Wanda glanced from me to Steve; silently asking for permission. The captain nodded his head and she sucked in a breath before emitting a red glow from her hands. It creeped toward me and I could feel that same warm tingling feeling worm its way into my brain. Unlike before, it hurt as she began to sift through my mine; searching for something I don't have. All of a sudden memories began to flash up like old recordings I used to watch in the Facility classroom.

Flash Back

We were young.

The girls all stood around watching us roll around on the cement floor. Blocking the girl on top of me as she swung her fists down. I don't remember how I'd gotten here or what I'd done to cause such a fight. All I know is that my body ached and the girl on top is relentless.

Punching her in the nose, she gasped as it broke upon impact. Clutching the wound with her hands, she wiped away the stream of blood before I tossed her off of me "Get back!" called the angry voice of Madame "What are you doing?" she made her way over to us "Explain yourselves this instant"

We both rose from the floor and the crowd of girls backed away. I could feel a gash on my brown and a sting on my bottom lip. The girl beside me had blood all over her shirt and along her nose "It won't happen again" I said.

Madame shook her head before doctor Krupin walked in "What's this? Another fight" he tisked and wagged his finger at us both "Your causing trouble again Katya" turning his head, he nodded to the guards behind him and they grabbed both me and the girl by the arm "Take them to level two"

The girl beside me squirmed as she glared at me with hate. Going to level two isn't a punishment were normally dealt in the Facility. They strip us of our clothes and they leave us in cramp cell with no lights. It smells of mould and rust. For days we'd go for little or no food before were finally released back to the others.

For a reason I don't remember, it was my all my fault.

"Get out! Get out my head" I yelled as the red mist hovered around me. Wanda held a perplexed expression on her face. What did she except? What did she think she was going to find?

My head lowered to stare at my lap. My chest panted as a light sheen of sweat formed on my brown. Steve spoke through from the other side of the screen "Keep going" my hands squeezed into white knuckled fists.

"Please" I whispered "Please, Bucky. It's hurts"

There was a pause of silence. I couldn't hear anyone talking "Keeping going, and don't stop" came the Soldiers voice. He didn't sound convinced. He knows too much. He knows how things work.

Flipping through my thoughts and memories, Wanda saw more of my life than I wanted anyone to see. She dug deeper and deeper and resurfaced things I barely recognised; moments you wouldn't normally remember. When I first learnt how to walk. When I lost my first tooth. I was helpless as I watched my whole life play before my eyes. I admit, it's painful and uncomfortable.

"Do you remember the day your brother died?" I asked wonder through the pounding headache that swelled in my brain "Do you remember how it must have hurt – to feel him die?

Wanda stopped and took a step back. Her doe eyes are wide as she looked at me "How do you know that?" she stuttered.

"Do you think about it? During the day or at night when your tossing and turning in your sleep? Do you hate yourself for killing the only person you had left?" I looked right into her eyes "Now you're all alone. He's buried in the ground because you were too weak to save him, even with all that power"

"Don't listen to her Wanda" said Steve with a stern tone "She's trying to get inside your head"

"It's only fair, isn't it?" I retorted with a quick glare toward screen.

Wanda shook her head "I didn't kill my brother"

"No? And what about all those other innocent people, if not your brother. Think about all the hundreds of lives you destroyed. Sokovia. Lagos. You're nothing but a murderer. If anyone should be sitting in this chair, it's you"

Wanda stormed out of the room with tears welling in her eyes. I watched from the screen to see Steve leaving to catch up with the brunette. It was silent for a moment "She didn't deserve that" replied the Soldier.

"Apparently no one deserves anything" I sighed. No one can handle the truth.

Wanda held a shaking hand up to her forehead as tears streamed from her eyes "I can't do this. I'm not going back in there" she spoke with a trembling voice "How does she know all of this?" demanded Wanda.

Steve took her hand in his for comfort "Look at me. You can't let her get you, no matter what she says. I know you don't want to go back in there and I won't force you, but this our only chance" pleased Steve "Without you we might not be able to help break free"

Wanda took her hand from Steve and gestured back to the room "She doesn't want to get better. She isn't like your friend. She doesn't feel guilty about the things she's done. I saw what was inside of her head. I saw the torture – the hell she's grown up in"

"I know" replied Steve. He bowed his with a sigh "But there has to be something. She's only a kid. She doesn't know what she's doing. We need to help her Wanda"

It's been a week since they sent the enhanced to sift through my brain. Each and every day Wanda would come into my room for sessions. Sometimes it's for an hour and sometimes it's a lot longer. I still don't know what she's looking for exactly. Hope? Goodness? Something she can bring forth to make me have some sort of epiphany. I know that it's starting to hurt, the more she scrapes at my mind. I'd get these hot flushes and I'd be drenched in sweat by the end of it.

What I hate the most is the confusion she leaves behind.

I can feel myself slipping away and coming back all at the same time. It makes me nauseous. There's days when I don't know where I am or who I am. Those are the times when he feel completely lost, like right this very moment.

"Katya" echoed the faint voice of the Soldier. My head tilted down as I felt weak and sluggish. I was barely awake "Katya. Look at me" he brushed away a few strands of wet hair "What happened?" he asked Wanda.

"I don't know" she replied with a concerned tone "Everything was fine. I don't know what I did"

I can feel the calming cold of the Soldiers metal hand as he pressed it to my cheek. Snapping his fingers near my ears, my eyes fluttered as I began to wake up a little more. Shifting forward in my seat, my brows knitted together as I felt sick to my stomach "Where am I?" I asked.

"You're in a remote facility in Wakanda" he replied.

It doesn't feel right. Leaning away from his touch, I stared down at my lap. I don't know what's going on. The restraints holding me down feel eerily familiar. The walls are closing in and morphing. I can feel the swell of pain splintering inside of my skull. I can hear the faint wiring of a machine "It's happening again" I muttered. They're going to make it all go away.

"Katya" I struggled in the chair as the world around me twisted into my old reality. The cold concrete walls. The sea of doctors and guards. The metal chair they'd strap me into when I wasn't doing well enough. It's all coming back to me now "No one's going to hurt you" spoke the Soldier. He looked deadly; dressed in black military gear and half his face covered by that mask he always wore.

"Get away from me" I don't want him near me. I looked to see Doctor Pavlov walking into the room. He was talking but I could hear. He's coming straight for me, holding a needle. I screamed as it punctured my skin. My body is going numb and my vision hazy. The surroundings of the Facility had all faded back to the clinical white and advanced room – and then darkness shortly followed.

They stood in the corridor of the medical bay, peering through the window to see Katya peacefully sedated. Her unconscious body lay still as a beeping from the heart monitor echoed from the room. Steve looked to the doctor "What happened?" he asked.

The doctor held a clipboard "In laymen's terms, the brain can only handle so much strain. When your friend used her gifts, it became too much for the body to handle"

"Will she be alright after she wakes up?" questioned Bucky as he stood beside Steve with a worried look. Maybe they took it too far. May they should have found an alternative solution.

"We won't know until she wakes. Even then, the part of her brain your friend was tampering with is one that controls memory. I speculate Katya won't remember anything from after she was taken from cryo" explained the doctor before sighing "As bad as this may look, you may have solved your problem. If she can't remember, then you can start over. Let her form new memories"

The doctor was right in a way. This is what they wanted. Steve just wished it didn't go quite like this "Thank you doctor" spoke Steve. Nodding his head, the doctor excused himself and left the two super soldiers to talk with each other in private "He's right. This could be it" said Steve "It'll better that she doesn't remember what happened"

Bucky thought about the situation for a moment. He agreed with what Steve was saying, but there's something else "What happens after all of this?" he asked "Say she gets better and we can help her. What happens then? I doubt S.H.I.E.L.D's going to let her out in the world"

"Well, I guess we'll have to cross that bridge when we get to it"