Dom.

I stood up from my seat and grabbed the bag Bobbi had given me. I quickly walked to the front of the plane. "Is there a restroom I can use?" I asked quietly.

The Ravenette turned to the redhead. "You got this?" She gestured to the plane. Redhead nodded and flipped a few switches on her side of the panel and gripped her steering.

Ravnette stood and quickly moved past me and lead me to the bathroom. She had me stand outside as she pulled a small basket from the room. It held shaving razors and shampoos. I rolled my eyes at what she was implying. As she came back she went back in and grabbed a couple more things.

"Alright. Feminine stuff is below in the cabinet, along with extra toilet paper. Don't try anything funny." She spoke with a glare as she positioned herself infront of the wall next to the door. I nodded and walked in.

After doing my business, I washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror. I still had a few bruises under my eyes from lack of sleep and a few on my cheek from the beatings. They avoided the eyes due to my work. Not wanting to anger the higher ups with delays.

As I changed clothes I thought about my dream. Memories. Queenie reminded. Well what am I supposed to do with them? Find them. I sighed and exited the restroom.

The ravenette looked me over. Stopping at my ankle. "You seem a bit young for that." she commented in a surprised tone.

I looked over at her. "Yeah, I was also a bit young to be turned into a soldier. Yet here we are." I turned and walked back to my seat across from Phil. He looked a bit surprised at my snark with the Agent. I strapped back in and leaned back. I crossed my arms over my chest and wrapped them in the areas of the straps that were loose.

I looked out the window to my left. It was dark out, the clouds looked like a sparkly blanket of tulle. The occasional break in them allowed for a few glimpses of either the city or rural areas we passed. I felt my eyes drift up to my solace of many years. The only one I had before Night. The moon.

I recall one night Nina had had a nightmare. She came crying to my cot. Night had been on a mission and I was left in charge of guarding the pack. I was a little unsure about being left in charge of a small child, but I knew that regardless Nina would need someone there for her. I woke from a restless sleep of my own and felt a weight on my chest, after the initial panic left me I noticed how Nina was shaking and her eyes were glowing in her duress. I had rocked her back to sleep and sung her a song I don't remember learning.

"If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Uh oh uh oh

Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when
She stands under my colours, oh and
Life ain't always what you think it oughta be, no
Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby
The sharp knife of a short life,
Well, I've had just enough time

If I die young bury me in satin.
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life,
Well I've had just enough time

And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger
I've never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand
There's a boy here in town says he'll love me forever
Who would have thought forever could be severed by

The sharp knife of a short life,
Well I've had just enough time

So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls
What I never did is done

A penny for my thoughts, oh no I'll sell them for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'"

    By then Nina had fallen asleep and was curled into my chest, her slumber only interrupted by slight sniffles. I decided to finish the song.

"If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Uh oh (uh oh)

The ballad of a dove
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save 'em for a time when your really gonna need 'em oh

The sharp knife of a short life,
Well I've had just enough time
So put on your best boys, and I'll wear my pearls"

    I looked back around the ship and notice Phil had fallen asleep with his tablet about to fall off of his lap. I subtly got up and went to his side and placed the tablet on the seat next to him and covered Phil in a small on-board blanket. Then walked back to my seat and laid down with my head in Bobbi's lap again.

    Quickly sleep overcame me and I was soon standing in the dark expanse of my mind where Queenie and I occupied. There I spotted her laying across the blood red lounge chair thing she had materialized after seeing one in an agent's office.

    I quickly walked over to her and jumped over and onto her stomach. She quickly folded over and went to hold her stomach. I giggled and moved away before she could get me back. However Queenie stood and grabbed my shoulder before I could escape, leaving me floundering for a way out of her grip. She laughed in her deeper voice and sat back on the chair, pulling me next to her. I curled up on her side as she held her arm around my shoulder.

   My shoulders drooped as I remembered what I needed to discuss with Queenie. I sat up and looked at Queenie. She lifted her head and kept her eyes on me.

     "That memory, who were those people?"

    Queenie laughed. "You have to figure it out on your own. That's the only way to get answers."

    Realizing that I was getting no where with Queenie, I decided to ask the other questions that are nagging at me. I leaned back in the chair thing. "What do you think the others are doing right now?"

   Queenie sighed and leaned against me. Waving her hand she turned the dark expanse around us into a replica of the view from our shared cell with the others. "Do you want the truthful version or the hopeful version?"

"Truthful. I know it's not gonna be pretty, but we need to remember that at the moment they are with Hydra. No amount of hopeful thinking will solve that." I sighed.

  Queenie gave a small nod and laid her head on my shoulder. "If I know Night like I think I do. I'd say that the instant she heard of our departure--or more realistically hearing that we died--she'd revolt instantly. This first revolt would have no practical thinking. She'd do what ever it takes to escape,  effectively making everyone suffer. Most likely they will be wiped, separated, or both. So we need to try our best to get the trust of shield and save them before we are too late."

   I took in her words and looked up at our sky. "Then we better get to work." I sighed and then closed my eyes and allowed myself to rest.