Sooo sorry for the long wait, but I'm determined to finish this! Just a little ways to go. This one's a little shorter, but I promise it's a good one. And I'd like to thank my sissy Tippy for writing like 90% of this chapter because I was a loser and couldn't write.

Tippy: Yes! Together for now! So many questions, but I'm gonna tell you what I do every time. You'll find out eventually!

inperfection: Aww thanks hon! I'm glad you're enjoying it. And yeah, she'd gonna be soo upset!

Hannah: It's okay, it's been a while since I updated! I'm doing okay. Busy, but okay. I am glad you're enjoying the story, though!

abstract0118: Thanks, hon! I'm glad you like it!

Enjoy!

"Where is Sam? Is he okay?"

"He's in a coma. You put him in one when you hit him."

"Is...is he going to be okay?"

"We don't know. So far he's stable, but we're not sure if that could change or not."

"Let me see him. Please."

"Why in the hell would I let you see him if you put him in that coma?"

Anna sinks down on the cot in her cell, looking to the floor. "Because I didn't mean to. I just...I wanna see for myself if he's okay."

"I told you, he's fine." Tony turns, walking towards the door.

"I can help him!" Anna jumps to her feel, yelling. "Please! I put him in it, I might be able to pull him out, please!" Tony walks out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him. "Please!" She screams. "Please I need to see him!" She hits the barrier keeping her in, yelping as it shocks her.

She sinks to the floor, sobbing, holding her hand. Everything had gone wrong so quickly, and it was all her fault. She had brought this on herself.

"Nabelle?" Anna didn't move. "Nabelle, please. Steve's talking to Tony, trying to get him to let you out. Let you see Sam." Tiphanie is silent for a moment, gazing at her sister, feeling the anguish and guilt wash over her. "I know you blame yourself, but it was an accident. I know Stark blames you too. But he'll just have to get over himself. You'll be able to see Sam. I have hope Steve will pull through. Just hold on a little longer Nabelle."

"What is hope anymore Tippy?"

"It's when-"

"Look where hope got us! Locked up in Avengers Tower! Caged like animals! Literally! I'm stuck in this cage! I can't even touch Sam without hurting him and..."

"And?"

"It's pointless Tippy. What are we even doing here anyways? We can't be normal. I'll only hurt Sam worse staying here, and you still haven't found your soulmate yet. Hope is for people who can afford to have happiness."

"You deserve happiness too Nabelle."

"No. I don't."

"Yes you do. And I'm not arguing with you on this. We both do. And dammit Annabelle, you're gonna get it if I have to fight to get it for you. You're not alone in this."

"Thanks Tippy."

"You're welcome. Now just be patient. Steve is going to get Tony to come around. You'll see. I can feel Tony slowly accepting Steve's words. Sam will be okay too. He's still alive. He might even wake up soon."

Anna shakes her head, turning away to face the wall, waiting there in silence until Steve came back.

"You can see him, but Tony's only giving you five minutes. Then you're back in here."

"Thank you, Captain." Tiphanie says, offering him a small smile.

"It's nothing. I can only imagine what it's like. And she at least deserves to know he's okay. For now."

Steve leads the sisters up to the med bay, letting Anna in Sam's room. He was still on the bed, but breathing on his own, giving him the appearance he was only sleeping. But Anna knew differently. She knew what she'd done. She took slow steps, approaching his bed, scared she'd hurt him again somehow. Scared she'd only make it worse. He looked peaceful, but she knew that blow could take out super soldiers. And Sam was only human.

Anna fell to her knees in front of the bed, leaning her head against the side, letting the tears flow. The pain in her chest, the knowing ache of what she'd done filling her. Tippy watches sadly from the doorway, the overwhelming grief from her sister filling her.

"I hate it. That she has to go through this."

"You really love her, don't you?" Steve asks, glancing down at the younger woman.

"She's all I have left. I thought she was gone for the longest time. That I was alone. And now...I find out she's only endured a world of pain, and I can't do anything about it."

Steve goes to reply, but stops as footsteps echo down the hallway.

"Five minutes is up. Bring her to the lab." Tony says, before walking away without saying anything else.

"Anger, and slight apprehension." Tippy says, watching the red and orange ball disappear around the corner.

"That's nothing new." Steve says, watching him as well, before turning back to the room. He goes to enter, but a soft hand stops him.

Tippy enters, walking up behind her sister. "Nabelle, it's been five minutes."

"I don't want to go. I should be here by his side." Anna turns, looking up at her sister, tears still streaming down her cheeks. "Please, Tippy. You have to let me stay."

"I can't, sugar. Tony wants you in the lab." A wave of fear washes over Tiphanie, coming from Anna. "I won't let him hurt you. I'll be there with you, okay? And so will Steve."

Anna hesitates, before nodding, letting her sister help her to her feet. She takes Sam's hand, pressing a soft kiss to the back, before gently setting it back down on the bed. She lets her sister guide her from the room, missing how Sam's hand twitches, seeking out his soulmate again.

Steve takes them up to the lab, Tony, Bucky and Natasha waiting for them. Tippy holds her sister's hand, soothing away some of the bright orange ball of anxiety.

Tony has his back to them, leaning over a lab table. "I knew something was fishy. I knew there was something wrong the second I saw your face." Tony turns, slapping an old file down on the table between Tippy and Anna, and him. "1953. The war is over and everyone's moving on. Timothy Dugan is the leader of the Howling Commandos, who on occasion assist Agent Carter and the barely formed SHIELD at the time. Timothy Dugan comes home to find his wife and son dead, and both his daughters missing. Timothy Dugan searched up until the day he died for his daughters. He asked my father for help. My father searched for years for Annabelle and Tiphanie Dugan, but always came up empty handed. When he died, I sorted through the files in his office, and came across this one. I didn't pay much attention to it. Until Annabelle Hanover breaks into my tower and claims she's here to help, then leave." Tony looks up at Anna. "I knew there was something off about you. Because Timothy Dugan wasn't your great grandfather." He drops the file on the table, showing the grainy picture of her 21 year old self to the room. "He was your father."