Once they reached his factory again Heisenberg turned towards Yelena. "I didn't think it would go that easy. I thought she'd kill you for sure." He smiled. Yelena stood still with her arm wrapped around her waist, clutching her shirt and chewing on her lip. It seemed to be a nervous tick she had. Her knees wobbled and she would have collapsed if he hadn't caught her with his arm.

She let go of her shirt and clutched at his coat. "She's so terrifying," she whispered. "I've been to isolated gulags, hunted by white bears, and hidden from the KGB. I've seen the horrors in the USSR, that I wish I never had witnessed, but that woman made me more terrified than any of it." her voice was fervent and her eyes wild. "Why?"

He put her on her feet, "It's the Mold, the Cadou too, she has a small amount of control. It's how she made the others practically worship her."

Yelena shook her head and pushed the heel of her hand into her brow, "So what, I was being controlled?"

"To an extent. She took your actual emotions and amplified them." He said. "You were nervous and afraid of what was going to happen." he put his hand up to stop her when she opened her mouth to protest. "You were also shocked by Miranda's appearance. She just twisted it into terror and awe. Your acting at first though, top-notch."

They entered the lift together, "This will open us up to another slew of problems." He took off his hat and lit his cigar again. "She didn't just let you go for no reason, she is planning something."

-/-

In the following weeks, Heisenberg would give her a list of areas in the factory to repair and maintain, usually at the electrical and manufacturing levels. She would pull herself onto the ceiling or walls to reach areas that normally would have been impossible.

He would spend days creating and tweaking his Soldat and Haulers. Tinkering with receivers, and breathing apparatuses. Occasionally he recorded his progress into a tape recorder. Other than his morning drop-offs they rarely spoke except for in the evenings when she would update him. They didn't speak much though.

That night Yelena came into his office to see him with his boots on the table. She laid the paper in front of him. "I'm out of argon for the welder," she said.

He nodded and sat straight. "Sit," he said softly pointing to the rickety chair across his desk.

Once she was sitting he pulled an old bottle of Berchakova out of his drawer and a couple of glasses. "I'm curious," he started, "what was your end goal?" He poured and then slid one of the glasses to her. "Why did you want so badly to go to Miranda? If it was to escape, it was the wrong fucking move. You're stuck here now."

"I had nowhere else to go, and I was tired of running anyway." Yelena sighed. "I really didn't know what I'd find here, I've told you this."

"You tried to escape from here," his words were slurred slightly, he had been drinking before.

"I was trying to escape from you, you psychopath." she grabbed her glass and downed it. The spiced liquor was sweet and bitter on her tongue. He laughed and poured her another.

"I didn't want Miranda to find you. I was hoping she'd give you up for dead," he said, finishing his glass. "You know my Soldatin? She doesn't know about them," he wagged a finger at Yelena, " Oh, no, She knows that I have used corpses to make workers for the mines, but she doesn't know about the Soldatin."

Yelena sipped at her second glass and eyed him over the rim. "Are you raising an army?" she asked.

He pointed his finger at her and closed one eye, then jerked his hand back like he was firing a gun. "She isn't just able to appear wherever she wants, she's powerful, almost immortal. She can heal faster than you and she can change into whoever she wants. On top of that, there's the other three of my siblings," he shot a glare at her, "They are all incredibly powerful with their own mutations. I mean Alcina can turn into a fucking Dragon!"

Yelena froze while reaching for the bottle. Heisenberg pushed it into her hand, "Yeah, and Moreau, big fish!" he puffed up his cheeks and made Yelena snort softly.

"What about Donna and Angie?" Yelena asked.

Heisenberg sat back. "Now she is interesting. Insane- Don't give me that look!" Yelena started to smirk and arched an eyebrow. Heisenberg slapped a hand down on his desk but he was smiling. "She had a tragic childhood and she isolates herself more than I do. She uses that doll to interact with everyone, except Mother Miranda."

Yelena shook her head, "She doesn't sound dangerous, neither does Moreau, honestly."

"Donna's power is different. I don't know the specifics, but she makes you see things. Hallucinogenic flowers grow around her home and she controls what you see."

"What about you?"

"I can, but so haven't." he shrugged, "I don't know if I can change back."

"So why didn't you want her to find out about me?" Yelena asked.

"I'm strong, in time I can make my army, but you could have been a secret weapon." He leaned toward her, standing and getting close to her face. She tried to lean back but his field was holding her in place. "Together our powers could amplify and be twice as strong. Not to mention with you working on the factory, I can focus on improving my designs."

Yelena hadn't noticed the scars that crossed his face before. His gray eyes were bright, filled with a mix of emotions. Her mouth had gone dry, and her breath caught in her throat. The field dropped, but they didn't move for a second. Heisenberg's face grew dark and he sat back down, Yelena felt frozen.

"That's useless now. I lost the advantage. She'll also be keeping an eye on me now, to watch you." He filled his cup again and drank it all.

"Why do you want to go 'Viva La Révolución' on her?" Yelena asked when she could breathe again.

"She forced me to become a member of this little family." He slammed his cup down and stood up.

Yelena knew the conversation was over and stood up to leave. "can I ask one more thing?" He looked at her, "Why did you let me meet them?"

"I couldn't keep watching you try and kill yourself to get free," he said quietly and then left the room.