Steve stood from the table instantly. Fury moved to block him from the doorway but Natasha shook her head. They all knew how incredibly hard that would be to see happen. He reached the doors and hesitated taking a deep breath. He gripped the handles before turning to come back. There was nothing he could do but stare at the table. Tony cleared his throat looking up to Fury.

"Can we continue?" Fury glanced to the captain one more time for the go ahead. He barely made eye contact before nodding silently. They'd have to let him come to terms with this on his own. There was no telling if there was footage of Bucky on here in detail as well. He obviously was used in part for her training. Fury started the next video.

The track skipped a few rolls before settling back and the grainy image came into view. The girl had grown. Her hair was sloppily pulled back, tied into a knot at the base of her skull. She was again in the white walled room but there was a table in front of her. On the table were several weapons. Her arm, which was now much tighter with fully adapted trained muscles, picked one up off the table. It was a black steel short blade that fit nicely in her palm.

"Good choice." The voice spoke over the intercom. "Use it."

She turned gracefully, crouching as she did, and threw the knife with precision. It hit the wall with so much force that the blade wedged into the cement blocks along the cocked seal between the bricks. She slowly stood back up and turned back to the table to select another weapon.

"Soldat." She paused waiting for a command. "Pick a weapon." She stood straighter now and took her time staring over the table. It was like she was sizing up the opportunity to pick exactly the right one. Her fingers grazed over several guns, fingering their grips, before they settled on another hand held knife. Her fist curled over the blade as she plucked it off the table. The door to the left of the room opened and she gripped the knife tighter. Bucky stood facing her down.

"Soldats, use your weapons." Bucky didn't have to pick one. He was already built with one.

He charged her catching her about the waist. He picked her up and slammed her back into the table knocking the knives and guns to the floor. Metal clattered over the tiles but this time the girl didn't give up. She screamed as Bucky punched her knocking her head to the side. It wasn't until he stumbled back that they realized she'd not only dug the knife into his metal arm at the elbow but she'd also aimed her foot hard enough into his stomach to kick him off. This time she charged pulling her arm back punching him in the jaw. It did not have the same effect that his blow had done to her, but it shocked him none the less. He growled ripping the knife from his metal arm and flipped it swiping it at her throat. She stepped back sucking in a breath before ducking another swipe and kicking her leg out to catch his calves. He anticipated her, catching the leg. He meant to swing her into the ground but she used the momentum to twist her body and switch kick his face. She rebounded back flipping backwards breathing hard. She raised her arms defensively. In the heartbeats that passed, the intercom spoke.

"Enough. That is enough for today. Soldats shall return to their cells." It clicked off. For a moment, a brief moment, the girl glanced at Bucky. They all saw it. She smiled softly at him before wiping at her brow where she sweat. He eyed her for a long pause before nodding to her. There was no response other than that from him but it had been enough. It had been what Steve was hoping to see. Somehow this girl had reached Bucky too. They watched as she quickly grabbed another knife turning to face the wall. She scrambled to make two small notches into the bricks. Bucky sighed and did the same thing quickly on another wall. They had both dropped the weapons just before the scientists came in with armed soldiers. They took both by their arms, winding them behind their backs, and led them out of the room.

-(later)-

"I do not think this is a good idea." Bruce said calmly watching as Tony continued to load a CD into the observations room's computer. He was willing to bet that she was trained to respond to classical music like they'd watched in the video. Anger would produce something real. It was one of the most realistic emotions your could invoke within someone.

"I want to see what's behind that mask they built onto her. I want to see the real human inside her."

"So, you're going to piss her off until you crack her? You realize that never goes well. It didn't go well for me." Tony turned to smirk at him.

"You turn into a giant green monster. She is a trained killing machine behind bullet proof glass. She's a spider in a kid's box."

"This is a horrible idea. It's not…" Stark hit the play button. Music started to fill the glass box. They watched as the girl stopped rocking in the corner. She tensed, her back rigid, as she sat up listening. The music seemed to drift into her, pouring into her brain, and she became more hollow. Stark watched her eyes stare straight ahead wide and empty. Her hands twitched shaking before coming up over her ears. Within the minute she squeezed her eyes shut screaming. It was a strangled sort of scream, desperate in nature, and it wouldn't stop. She kept screaming. At first Tony thought it was jibberish but after listening a moment he heard it. Bruce reached for the switch to turn off the music but he swatted his hand away yelling over her voice.

"LISTEN!" he snapped.

"ZWEI MARKEN! ZWEI MARKEN! ZWEI MARKEN!"

"Jarvis! Translate!" Stark snapped.

"Two marks sir. She is saying, Two Marks." Bruce and Tony stared at each other as the realization sunk in. Earlier on the tape she and Bucky had made two marks in the cement bricks. It was something, as they'd watched throughout the rest of the footage that night, that the two did after being trained together just before they were separated. They did it each time. After a while on the tapes they had realized also, that Bucky had started to trace his fingers over the two marks as he'd enter the room and glance directly at the girl. She'd touch them as well. It was like a secret way of communication for one another. It was like they both knew, they knew their memories would be taken from them, so they resorted to finding something, anything, that they could do to keep them intact.

"Turn it up Jarvis." He whispered. The music began to get louder. She screamed louder gripping the sides of her head so tightly that it seemed as if she would rip her skin off. Psychiatrists rushed in screaming at Tony to stop at once. Her sentence changed.

"ER IST HEIR! ER IST HEIR! ICH BIN NICHT ALLEIN!" she was screaming at herself trying to tell herself something as she shook her head.

"Translate Jarvis!" Tony shouted again.

"He's here sir. He's here. I am not alone." Bruce slammed his hand over the stop button. She continued to scream for several moments before getting up.

"She's trying to remember him. She wants to remember him. She knows that when they would do this to her eventually they'd make her train against him. She wants to find him." He grinned at Bruce. "She needs Barnes to keep herself sane."

"Well that's great Stark! We don't have him and you just set her into a rampage!" He yelled back.

"WHERE IS HE!?" there was a sudden smashing noise behind Tony. He turned to see the girl pounding her fist so hard into the glass she was actually making cracks. He stared wide eyed.

"I don't…" she hit the glass again and it began to shatter in that spot. She kicked the rest of it ripping pieces away to crawl out from the hole.

"WHERE IS SOLDAT**?" She screamed grabbing Stark by his shirt hoisting him up.

"We don't know!" Bruce feared having to unleash. She was unstable.

"We need your help to find him…" Steve breathed out running into the room. The girl stiffened turning her head to face him. She dropped Stark and started a path for the captain.

"Not another step." Fury leveled a gun at her. Natasha took the other side doing the same. She eyed them both before rolling her eyes.

"Where is he?" she asked directing her voice at Steve.

"We don't know." He saw her eyes grow smaller again. "We know that you can help us find him."

"He's not dead?" she whispered suddenly. He watched the broken fissure in her anger. She sunk down to her knees.

"No. No, he's not dead." She leaned her head back staring up at the ceiling.

"I am not alone." She repeated before looking down at the ground. Several men surrounded her and wound her arms behind her back lifting her to her feet. They started to cuff her but Steve stopped them.

"No. You're not alone. Let her go. She doesn't deserve that." He whispered. "She won't hurt us."

"She just tried to rip Tony apart!" Bruce sighed out running a hand over his face.

"She's broken." Natasha replied gently. "Look at her…she's not going to hurt anyone. She just wants to find Barnes." The girl stood there being held as a prisoner calmly.

"Barnes?" she asked looking up at them. "His name…Barnes?"

"Bucky Barnes." Steve nodded to her. She smiled. He saw that gentle smile of the girl from the video. It was the smile she'd flashed at Bucky.

"I am not alone." She whispered before her eyes rolled back into her skull.

** : Soldat- soldier (The only name she knew Bucky by.)