Natasha sat at the kitchen table staring into her cup of coffee pondering. Clint noticed the silence that had filled their morning routine and he took the seat beside her. He scooted the metal legs against the tiled floor gently making little noise and sat as well. One hand on his mug he reached across the table to take a napkin off the center to clean a small spot he'd spilled. Nat glanced in his direction as if annoyed by his movements. He stilled catching the glare raising an eyebrow.

"What?" he asked.

"The girl." She sighed out annoyed. He knew because her hand gripped the mug a little tighter as she looked down into it.

"What about her?" he asked bringing his own mug to his lips.

"She's not really been around the tower. She's keeping to herself." Clint did see her point. To be honest, he thought she was just trying to avoid Bucky at the moment, because anywhere Bucky was Steve was following.

"Do you want me to go check on her?" he asked calmly. Anya didn't trust Natasha. She didn't like other females at all. It was an almost venomous reaction which made him wonder why she disliked those of the same sex so much less than men.

"Yes." Was all she stated. Clint assumed at this point that it was his job to finish his coffee and go hunt down the kid. He yawned gently and got back to his feet taking in a long breath before letting it out. He sort of felt like he was being a father; he sort of felt like Nat was being the mother.

"Just check on her…if she's fine, let her be." She whispered. He nodded and exited the kitchen.

It had been a few weeks since Bucky had come home and Anya was not adjusting well to finally having him back. Mostly because she rarely got to see him and when she did he was never alone. Tony had given the girl a relatively normal guest room to stay hidden away from the rest of them. The psychologist working with her had said that something around less noise and with less people would work better. Tony had sound proofed the bathroom as a sort of safe room for her since she would sometimes go into shock and need to leave. Clint was the only other person who knew that when she would just get up and leave that she was going to the bathroom connected to her bedroom. Tony had told him. She'd shut herself inside and scream until she was calm or turn the cold water on and sit underneath of it until her breathing was calm. She'd punched the mirror once and they'd had to drug her to get the glass out of her hand. He approached her room with caution. She didn't like people near her bedroom, mostly because he assumed it was the first time she'd had her own personal space in her entire life. His handle on the knob to open the door he paused hearing a noise from inside.

"Stoppen…nicht…bitte…nicht…bitte…" ("Stop…no…please…no…please…") a shaky voice whispered from just inside the room. He didn't know many other languages but being around Natasha enough he'd started to pick up bits of Russian and German. He understood what she was saying. He wedged the door open softly, trying not to be loud, and was surprised to find her curled gripping the sheets against her body until her knuckles turned white. Her face was contorted and a mask of pain eyes still screwed shut.

"Bitte lassen sie mich nicht…ihn verletzen bitte…" ("Please don't make me hurt him, please…") then a name slid past her lips as she jerked in the bed biting her lower lip.

"Soldat…" she groaned out miserably. In that exact moment she jolted upright, eyes wide, a scream ripping from her throat. Clint gripped the door handle watching. He wasn't sure what to do. Her breathing was ragged and sharp with quick intakes rising in pitch. It was a panic attack. Clint knocked on the door to signal his being present. Her eye snapped in his direction and she reached for something under her pillow.

"Hey, you don't need that." He eyed the small hand knife she was now gripping. "Friend, remember?" he asked softly. It took several moments that passed silently between them before she dropped the knife. It hit the bed bouncing slightly and he finally came into the room. Her breathing was still not controlled. Clint neared the bed staying in her direct line of sight. He made sure to push the knife onto the floor before sitting on the bed beside her. She flinched back from him staring down at the white sheets. Her back plied against the headboard, Anya wouldn't look up at him. Her arms crossed over her chest where she gripped her arm trying to hold it together. Her knuckles were turning white. She was a mess.

"Did….did I wake you up?" she was fighting to control her voice to keep it from shaking.

"No." Clint said shaking his head. "Romanoff wanted me to check on you." Slowly her eyes slid up towards him. He wished they hadn't. Her face was sweaty and pale, dark circles standing out under her eyes, and she was tired. She looked like she was about to throw up.

"I'm fine." She said as a shiver went down her body.

"You don't look fine." He commented gesturing to her gently. She looked away again.

"Bad dream." Her voice sounded far away.

"You mean memory?" she didn't respond. Clint started to reach forward for her shoulder, to give her something to ground with, to keep her locked into the here and now. He knew from Natasha that keeping someone grounded when they were reliving a memory was the best thing. She tensed as his fingers reached for her.

"Don't." she said through gritted teeth. He stopped.

"Alright." He whispered letting his hand drop.

"I want to try the machine." She whispered. "The one Tony asked me too." Clint raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not sure…"

"I want to now please." She said with determination. Clint sighed and nodded helping her get out of bed. She wouldn't remove her arms from herself, so he detached the sheets from her body.

Tony stood in the lab quickly hooking up one of his newer inventions. He glanced back at Anya who was standing in the far corner of the room near Clint. She was a mess. Her arms wrapped up about her body she stood in only a white tank with black fitted shorts. Her thin frame was washed away under the clothes that should have hugged her body but instead were slightly too loose in places. Her hair was hanging about her shoulders in a tangled mess. If it was one thing he was sure of, she needed Bucky, but she wouldn't admit it. With Steve at his side the Winter Soldier had been doing pretty well. He was definitely faring better than she was with a friend there for him. Anya had done what she knew how to do best, blend in and disappear. She didn't want to do anything that would hinder Bucky's process of healing but in the process they were afraid she was hurting her own. She needed something to rely on and someone to talk too. Tony had come up with this. It was a machine that would be capable of working with the chip imbedded inside her skull. It would connect and allow access into her brain, perhaps access the memories and make them visible to others like a video. Tony had imagined that the chip had been used to connect to her brain anyway and control her, so why not reverse the process and attempt to help her? He didn't know that it would work. He stood back and motioned to the chair set up in a juncture of computers and monitors. He felt bad to an extent that it had a head piece she'd have to trust him to put on.

"Ready." He said nodding to her. She paused before starting to walk towards him. She glanced back at Clint nervously.

"It's your call kid. If you want to go ahead." He told her.

"I do..." she whispered before sitting back in the silver medical chair. Tony stood over her beginning to position the head gear sliding it up at the base of her neck. He felt around pressing the pad of his finger at the nape of her neck to connect the chip to machine.

"Does this hurt?" he asked stopping to make sure before putting the gear to the chip.

"Yeah…it always does…it's ok." She told him eyes flicking up to meet his. "Just do it." He pursed his lips before nodding and he finally clicked the metal to metal. There was a hard intake of breath and she squeezed her eyes shut in pain. Seconds later Tony put a needle in her arm pushing a liquid in that would induce a deep sleep. She'd told them that she wanted to record the memories if it worked, as evidence against Hydra, but that she didn't want to be awake as they replayed them. She didn't want to relive them awake.

"It'll be very short now Anya. Go to sleep." He didn't let go of her arm as he watched her pupils dilate. Her eyelids began to droop.

"Thank you…" she breathed out as the drug took effect. Her body became languid and relaxed. The monitor to the left blinked on.

"We are ready to access the memory cortex sir." Jarvis announced. Tony and Clint raised their eyes towards the screen as the first memory began to play. Tony wasn't exactly sure he was ready to see this. Clint made a face as it began.