The blur that effectively saves my tail from Captain America while essentially kidnapping me turns out to be another enhanced. It's a surprising revelation when you think you're the only one to come out of HYDRA's tests alive. Especially considering I'm the one who completely decimated the original base and all the files on the tests. Yet here we are. I mean, honestly, if the superspeed wasn't indication enough he's enhanced then I don't know what to tell you. Nobody can be that attractive naturally, right? Anyways, considering the Avengers are attacking a HYDRA base, it's easy to put two and two together.

I may not be the best at estimating distance when you're moving at nearly the speed of light, but I'm almost sure that he's carried me at least two miles out from the main action. It's only when he suddenly lays on the brakes, quickly drops me to my feet, and then puts a good amount of distance between us that I get a chance to visualize my mystery savior. I narrow my eyes at the well-built male. He's certainly attractive. He has the physique of an athletic runner, black-rooted silver locks, and paralyzingly gorgeous blue eyes. Not to mention his hair's got more volume than a hot air balloon. Perhaps if I hadn't an ounce of self-control I'd want to run my hands through it.

"You know, I may not be well-versed in European laws but I'm pretty sure kidnapping is an international crime." I say without attempting to mask my accent. I'm hesitant about this male. He may have saved me from questioning from the Avengers, but that didn't mean he was my frickin' fairy godmother here to save me. Oh no. I've come to understand that anyone in association with HYDRA doesn't do anything for free. There's always a price to be paid. Besides, for all I know he's here to kill me for past transgressions that I've made against HYDRA. Not that I'm sure the organization even has files or information on me anymore.

"You didn't see that coming?" The Sokovian accent shatters my thoughts. The speedster stands with his arms crossed while looking down at me with a smirk. Do all attractive males have to be so cocky? Or do I have a type?

"Of course I didn't see that coming, I'm not physic you moron." I huff and run a hand down my face in exasperation. I really don't have time for this. I need to get off this continent before the Avengers shut down the airports in their search for me. Europe's nice and all, but I'd rather be back Stateside where I know I'm secure. "Wait, did I not see the kidnapping coming or the..." I pause and wiggle my fingers in his direction before continuing, "that business." He looks a bit confused for a second, eyebrows knitted together as though I had just spoken gibberish to him, before his smirk promptly returns.

"How about all of it at once?" He lifts a brow at me with a broad grin.

"How about thanks for getting me away from Spangles and leaving before I start thinking you're here to murder me." I begin to inch away from him in the general direction of town. He doesn't seem too fazed by my bluntness and starts moving toward me, only to disappear in a blur. I roll my eyes.

Show off.

I sigh and allow my shoulders to deflate as tension leaves me. This is just too easy. There's absolutely no way he'd just leave. I'm sure there's something he wants from me, otherwise why get me away from the Avengers?

Just as I come to this conclusion, I can sense him standing behind me. I slowly turn around and come face to face with the Eastern European whose name I don't yet know. "You know, most girls thank me for saving them." He informs me with a half-grin. I purse my lips into a straight line as I look at him flatly. The male seems to sober up, seeing his tactic of attempting to charm me is failing. "You have a heavily Russian accent, yet you speak English. Why?" I roll my eyes at his question.

"You have a Sokovian accent, yet you speak English. Why?" I fire back with a lifted brow. He smirks at me. "What do you want with me?" I inquire, ready for this encounter to be over so I can get a move on.

"You're like us." He states, staring directly into my eyes. They're intent and fascinated. I must have forgotten to put in my colored contacts, otherwise no one looks at me like that. I lift one shoulder nonchalantly. "Strucker talks about you all the time." I take a step away from this man.

The hell did he just say? Structer?

"Strucker's dead." I tell him defiantly, not ready to believe that there may be one person out there who knows just who I am really. Well, more than one person now if this speedster knows who I am. Wait a second. He said 'us.' Does this mean there are more enhanced people? People who were given abilities? Not Inhumans? How many more people know who I am?

"I guess I'll just have to let him know that then." He chuckles at my scrunched facial expression. That's when an explosion not far off causes me to jump and him to turn around. Something's just happened at the old fort. I can see smoke rising in the air where a hole in the fort's wall was just created.

Taking a last look around, I adjust my molecular structure and allow light particles to pass through me. This makes me invisible, but also blind. One's eyes cannot function unless the light is reflected off the cornea. Therefore, if light passes through it, as must be the case with invisibility, sight is no longer possible.

When I sense the male turns back around, I'm 'gone.' Just like that. I manage to stand still until I can hear an audible huff and then a 'whoosh' that signals the speedster has left. I guess he doesn't know the extent of my abilities.

When I'm sure he's gone, I return to my normal state. My sight and appearance return. I assume he's gone back to wherever he came from to report back his findings. Or maybe he's headed back into the thick of battle. No matter, now I can get out of this forest and out of this country.

I cross my arms over my chest. That enhanced is quite a character if you asked me. I turn away from looking up at the smoking HYDRA stronghold and walk at a controlled pace away the now infrequent explosions. Despite my situation, I decide to enjoy my walk back to town. The air here in Sokovia is chilly and crisp and I quite enjoy it.

A movement out of the corner of my eye makes me turn just in time to see the infamous Black Widow leap from a low branch directly onto me. Before I have the chance to fight back, she digs her knuckles into both sides of my neck. Her Widow Bites send a quick jolt through my body. It isn't a lethal dose of electricity, but it is enough to render me unconscious.

Now you're probably thinking 'why didn't she just absorb the energy?' Well, it takes conscious effort to absorb energy. So, when an assassin leaps out of a tree one isn't thinking about absorbing energy. You're more focused on staying alive.

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  What the enhanced girl hadn't known was that Natasha had been sent after the two of them once fleeing Steve. The red-haired assassin had seen almost everything. Considering that the two of them were only about a mile to a mile and a half out from the main fight, it didn't take Natasha long to track them down.

Romanoff had seen the female's invisibility trick and she had seen the male's speed-based abilities. All of this aside, after putting the enhanced girl under, she called the jet over to pick the both of them up. When the aircraft finally managed to maneuver around the trees, Captain America was sent out to pick the golden-eyed girl up and bring her along.

Natasha, once the Quinjet landed, made a b-line for Clint. After the Iced Americano got the unconscious girl aboard, he laid her down on the floor of the jet closer to the right wing. Once she had been set down, Stark closed the lowered ramp before the team was speeding back to Avengers HQ. For the first two minutes, the Asgardian stood staring down at the unconscious girl. He was mildly curious as to her abilities wielding energy given that he was a mild energy manipulator himself. There was certainly some form of childish curiosity in the demi-god. 

It was a few hours ride back to the tower and everybody was on edge every time the girl moved or shifted. The ride seemed longer than going to Sokovia. Once they did finally manage to get back to NYC and land, Helen Cho and her assistants wheeled the injured Hawkeye in with Natasha on their heels. Thor and Bruce also followed, but not at as intense of a rate. They seemed more relaxed but no less worried for their friend. On standby with Agent Hill was a guard there to take the still unconscious girl to a holding cell on one of the lower floors of the tower. Hill, on the other hand, moved directly to speak with Stark and Rogers. The two of them hung back in the jet instead of chasing after Helen Cho.

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  It's a splitting headache that I return to as I surface. There isn't a single combination of words in the English language that I could string together to describe just how excruciating those Widow Bites are. I might be an energy manipulator, but when you can't absorb the energy...it hurts just as it would hurt any other human.

My muscles are stiff and achy due to the sharp voltage that had run through my muscle fibers not too long ago. Not to mention, I'm sure whatever odd position I was in during my ride here didn't help.

But where exactly is here?

I crack my eyes open as I release an extended exhale. I squint at the obnoxiously bright light overhead and quickly take care of it. After absorbing a fair amount of emanating light from the fixture, I move to sit up. I can't stifle the groan that escapes me as my protesting muscles plead with me to lie back down. I feel like someone just hit me upside my head with a brick. I do not recommend the feeling.

I gently pat at my jacket, noting that my phone must have been confiscated. On the plus side, my passport and European currency appear to have remained. Guess they did find those. After all, they are in a more hidden pocket disguised by stitching.

"I'm glad you've finally awoken, Miss." A British-accented computer abruptly declares. The voice sounds like it comes out of the walls itself and not from anywhere specific. I had forgotten about Tony Stark's AI.

"Ummm..thanks?" I hesitantly reply, not sure if this is how it works.

"You are quite welcome. I shall alert Mr. Stark to your consciousness after his party." The voice politely responds.

"Oh no no, just wait until way after the party. I don't think I'm ready for an anything less than sober Stark down here questioning me." I chuckle and lean back against the wall behind my cot.

I, for the first time after waking, take in these new surroundings. White tiled floors, white painted walls, white sheets, just white. It's so sterile looking. Except for the almost transparent green energy shield blocking the way in and out of this cell. I mentally cackle. They have no idea what exactly I'm capable of. This is great. "Computery voice AI thingy, do you have a name?" I question, unnerved by the silence in the room.

"My name is J.A.R.V.I.S., Miss." It replies quickly after.

"Jarvis, huh? Cool. What do you do? Obviously, you aren't here to just talk to us prisoners." I muse aloud, smiling.

"I am Mr. Stark's personal assistant. I do anything and everything he requires of me. Talking to the people brought down here is one of the things I do for him." If an AI could sound amused, I'd say JARVIS sounded amused.

"Well, I'm glad I have someone to talk to. Personal assistant or not." I chuckle to myself and rest my hands in my lap.

"Glad I can be of service, Miss." The robotic voice states.

"Mind if I ask why you call me 'Miss?'" I ask seriously as my eyebrows scrunch together.

"We do not currently have any information on you or your abilities, Miss. Not even a name." I smirk. Well, it's nice to know that Nick kept his word. It's also nice that I seem to evade facial recognition, which I'm sure they've run multiple times. I technically don't even exist in the system. Sweet.

"Oh...well, that is a good reason for you calling me 'Miss' then." I hum, tapping my fingers against my leg rhythmically.

"Of course, yo-...-n...-ways..." The AI's voice is clear and crisp at first but becomes gargled and static-like at the end. In fact, he didn't even finish. That's highly suspicious in my book. Something must not be right because this AI must run this whole building if he's Stark's assistant.

I feel myself growing more and more anxious as the seconds slip away into the silence without the return of JARVIS. Is this a test? Am I being watched? I don't see any cameras. However, that doesn't mean there isn't any surveillance.

When the lights suddenly dim, shut off, then come back to life a couple seconds later, I know somethings up. Sighing, I stand and approach the energy shield. Throwing caution to the wind, I begin to absorb the system's energy as I push my way through the barrier. I arrive on the other side unscathed. With quick steps, I manage to find my way to an elevator at the end of the hall of cells. I hit the '^' arrow and the elevator arrives within seconds. Once the doors open, I step in hesitantly. I sweep my eyes over the list of levels and notice that the lowest it goes is level 16. I grumble to myself. There's no way to reach the ground floor, aka my way out of this building, without taking a stop on the sixteenth floor. No doubt there's a guard's station on that level considering this elevator services a holding center.

I sigh and lean against the railing, resting the back of my head against the elevator wall as I think. I've come this far. I'm literally standing in the Avenger's Tower. This is the closest to the team I've ever been. I haven't done anything wrong, they have nothing on me, and they know nothing about me. There's no reason for me to run. Not now. They now know I exist and they won't just let me go. I'm sure I'd just end up right back here again.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

Taking a quick second to sweep my eyes over the available levels, I finally settle on the top floor. If Stark was hosting a party...the penthouse would be my first guess as to which floor it was being held on. After I press the button the elevator lurches before smoothly gliding up.

Here we go. There's no turning back now.

Once on the top floor, it takes a moment for the doors to open. But when they do, it looks like hell had been cracked open and its horrors were sprouting from it.