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Her mother was screaming. Anna was trying to push her towards the door. George had the shotgun in his hands, standing in front of the men in black. Tears were pouring down Anna's face as a shot rang out, but she couldn't see. Anna was blocking her view. Another shot rang out and her mother was screaming again.
"Tippy, run!" Anna was pushing her out the door. "Tippy!" A hand shot out, grabbing Anna, but she turned, burning the man's arm. "Go, Tiphanie!"

She ran, heading towards the pond. She looked back, watching Anna's body fall. She didn't know if she was dead or alive. She just had to run, because that's what her Nabelle told her to do. And she would always listen to her Nabelle.

Her eyes fluttered open, listening to the sound of machines beeping. It was bright, making her wince slightly. Her head hurt...well, all of her hurt, but her head hurt the worst. There was someone near her...someone full of rage. She turned, looking over at the figure. Medium height, dark hair, lab coat. And rage. Dark, black, twisted rage. But there was also a light burned around the edges. Kindness. Goodness.

He turned, taking his glasses off. "You're awake." He smiled at her. A kind smile. "How do you feel?"

"Like I was hit by a truck."

"You've been through quite the ordeal, Tiphanie."

"Where's my sister?"

"She's...safe."

She sat up a little. "Where is she really?"

Bruce didn't say anything, instead looking at his shoes.

"Fine." Tiphanie sat up, pushing the blankets from her. "I'll find her myself."

Bruce steadied her as she stumbled, making sure she didn't fall. "I don't think that's a good idea right now."

"I need to see my sister." She could feel his rage slipping into her as she held his arm. "Now."

He let her go, letting her lean against the bed as he felt the Other Guy starting to probe at his brain. He took a moment, breathing, trying to calm himself, before looking at her again. Tiphanie had felt the rage, watching as the light around the edges disappeared. She held her breath, waiting for his skin to turn green, but it didn't. The light reappeared, and he looked back to her.

"I'll get Captain Rogers. He can take you to her."

She sighed in relief as he left, taking in her surroundings. There was a figure in the bed in the room next to her. She felt...sad, looking at it. Like it shouldn't be there. She wanted to go to the figure, comfort it. Let it know everything was okay. But the doors slid open, Captain Rogers walking in. He was strong, determined, but yet, there was unease and...fear...under that facade.

"Captain Rogers." She said, looking him up and down, admiring him a little.

"How do you feel?"

"Like I got hit by a train, in a 16 wheeler, and then a plane crashed into us."

"That's understandable." He fought a grin. "It's amazing, the recovery you've made in such a short time. You were in a rough state when I found you in the base. I...I didn't believe Anna had a sister at first."

"Where is she? Is she okay?"

Steve was silent for a moment, trying to figure out how to tell her. "Can you walk?" She nodded, grabbing the IV cart. "I think it's best you just see for yourself."

He led her to the elevator, taking them down underground. Tiphanie could sense the small sense of nervous energy he was giving off, and she couldn't help but mirror it. She was just as nervous as well. She hadn't wanted her sister to see her like that. So beat up. Helpless. But she also couldn't help but feel a little nervous being so close to Steve as well. She had always had a crush on the soldier, just like the rest of the female...and some male….population. But they had good reason. And now she was standing next to him. What was she going to say? Should she say anything at all?

The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, revealing a hallway made of metal. Steve began walking, at probably what was a slow pace for him so she could keep up.

"The walls are solid vibranium. Nothing's getting in, or out." He stopped at a door, punching in a code, scanning his thumb as well. "She's in here. You'll need one of us to access this room, unless I can talk Tony into getting you put into the system. But he's…" Steve rubbed the back of his head.

"Hard-headed?"
"Exactly."

"Same thing's been said about me."

The door hissed open, the entryway dark, but there was a dim light inside.

"There's a barrier a halfway into the room. It's got a long technical name, but touch it, and it will hurt you."

"You mean...my sister is locked up?"

"I tried to fight it. I did, but Tony is insistent."

"My sister is locked up?" She yelled. She wanted to punch him. She probably would have, if she had felt better. Had more strength.

Steve held his hands up. "I'm trying to get her out. But for now, she's lucky she's still here. Tony wanted to move her off site, but I swayed him to keep her here. For now."

Tiphanie stood taller, despite the pain in her back and ribs. "If she goes, so do I."

"I know. You're not the first person to say that. But sadly, where she'd be going, wouldn't be very pleasant. But I'm trying."

Tiphanie nodded, relaxing a little. "I know. You won't let anything happen to her. Thank you."

He nodded, before stepping away from the door. "There's controls on the wall. It won't open it, but it can soundproof it, electrocute the floor, block you from her sight, cut off oxygen. But I doubt you'll need any of those."

"Thank you." She said, before moving through the doorway.

Anna was sitting on the small bed, flipping through a book. She looked up as Tiphanie entered the room, coming close to the barrier.

"Tiphanie!" She said, but the soundproofing was up.

Tiphanie hobbled over to the controls, looking for the right button. She pressed one, Anna falling to the floor twitching.

"Shit." She looked through them again, pressing another.

"Anna?"

"You bitch." She coughed, still twitching a little.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"No you're not. You did that on purpose." Anna sat up.

"I did not...okay, maybe I did. Because you were stupid enough to get yourself locked up by the Avengers! What the hell were you thinking, Nabelle?"
Anna got to her feet, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I was thinking I needed to keep you alive. I couldn't lose you too, Tippy."

"I know. I watched your every move, over the years. HYDRA made me watch, so when you betrayed them...when you slipped up...I would know why I had to die."

"Tippy…"

"Nabelle, it's okay. It's not your fault. It's HYDRA's."

"That's what everyone keeps telling me. But yet, I can't believe it."

"Annabelle…

"Tiphanie…" She stood up, pacing the cell. "I hurt people, Tiphanie. People I wanted to care about. People I…" She sighed. "That's all I ever do. Hurt people. Get them killed." She sat back down. "Maybe I am better off locked up." She laid down, curling up so her back was to the door.

"Anna." Tiphanie stood up, stepping as close to the barrier as she could. "Annabelle, listen to yourself. That's not my sister talking." She sighed. "Look, I know you've done bad things. In this day and age, who hasn't? But I'm not going to give up on you. Captain Rogers isn't going to give up on you. Please, Nabelle."

Anna didn't move, and Tiphanie sighed, turning and walking towards the door. She stopped a foot away, turning back to look at her sister.

"I won't give up. I'll get you out. No matter what it takes."