Joelle lay on her new bed, sighing. She had been with the Avengers for nearly two months, and they trusted her now, but she had gotten a very subtle warning from Strucker that she needed to hurry up and finish the mission, and she needed to do it fast. But there was something...She couldn't make herself actually do it. For some reason, she felt safe with the Avengers. She felt like, for once in her life, that Strucker and Hydra wouldn't be able to reach her if she just stayed there. She took a deep breath, deactivating the holographic mask, and changing back into her old suit, her metal arm now on full display. She picked up her black mask, and slipped her gloves on.

         "Jarvis, I.... Which way is Tony Stark's lab?" She asked, her voice shaking as she headed out of the room.

         "On the 34th floor, Miss Buchanan. Is everything alright?" She turned a corner, finding one of Jarvis's control panels and opening it.

          "It's fine, Jarvis. Everything is absolutely fine." She hissed, the assassin side of her coming back.

         "Miss Buchanan, what are you-" She ripped out the wires, cutting him off.

           "I'm not Joelle Buchanan, Jarvis. That's not my name. And I'm doing what I was trained to do. Now I need you to **** off." Jarvis sputtered, his wires sparking, and he disappeared. She put her mask on, and started heading up to the lab. On her way, though, she stopped, claiming two guns and a set of eskrima sticks to use, but then headed back up. She entered the lab, and Bruce didn't pay any attention to the girl as she entered, but Pietro looked up.

            "Who are you? Vhat are you doing here?" She pulled her pistol out in half a second, firing a single shot at him. It slammed into his side, and he dropped to the ground. Bruce took a step back, raising his hands, and she turned towards him.

               "Простите, доктор баннер." (I'm sorry, doctor Banner) She said softly, raising the pistol again. She sent off a single shot, and it slammed into his shoulder, knocking him backwards. Then, her heart started pounding as she saw the green tint appearing. She sent a second bullet into his chest, and took off running, just as he shifted into the 'other guy'. She slammed through a glass wall, and turned a corner, seeing Natasha and Steve at the end of the hall. Steve froze, his face paling when he spotted her, but his demeanor quickly changed when she pulled out the sticks. Natasha sighed, handing Steve the tablet.

                 "Really? How did you get in?" She tilted her head to one side, simply watching Natasha, who shrugged.

                 "You're Hydra. Sorry about this, since you've got to be a kid, but I have to do this." She didn't hesitate, just simply charged towards Natasha, sticks ready. Natasha blocked her first couple shots, but then sent a shot at Steve. It buried itself in his shoulder, and he dropped the tablet, right as Natasha landed a punch that knocked her to her knees. She blocked Natasha's next punch, but then felt an arm wrap around her neck, trying to get her to pass out. She forced herself to stand, flipping herself over Steve's head, and knocking him to the ground. He groaned slightly, forcing himself back up. Clint and Wanda came around the corner, and she nearly cursed, realizing that she was now surrounded. She took a deep breath, shaking her head slightly.

                 "Если ты собираешься убить меня, тогда просто Поторопись и сделай это, и выставь меня из моих страданий." (If you're going to kill me, then just hurry up and do it, and put me out of my misery.) Natasha shook her head, looking up to see Bruce coming in, back to his normal self, and saw a syringe in his hands.

                "We're not going to kill you. We need you alive." She turned slightly, seeing Bruce, and slammed her elbow into Natasha's chin. The woman groaned, stumbling back, and she went at Steve again. This time, however, he was ready, and she hit the ground, rolling, but the mask slipped off. She looked up, not seeing Bruce behind her, and she saw the shock on their faces when they saw her real face.

             "Noelle?" Steve asked, and her eyes darted to him, staring him down.

             "Who the **** is Noelle?" She hissed, and then she felt a small prick in her neck. Her head rolled back, and she slumped to the floor, unconscious. Steve stood, sighing, and Natasha looked at her.

            "****. She looks like Barnes. Flawless Russian, too. It has to be Hydra." Steve nodded as Bruce knelt down, taking a blood sample.

          "I know. Can you get a DNA test on her?" Bruce noded, standing back up and looking down at her.

            "I'd bet anything she's also been brainwashed, but for now, we have to lock her up." Steve nodded, almost sadly, and gently picked her up, carrying her down to the cell. He laid her on the bed, leaving, and a few minutes later, she woke up, and started screaming.

              "hei! Scoate-mă de aici! ce faci?" (Hey! Get me out of here! What are you doing?) Natasha shook her head slightly.

              "Romanian. That's not Russian anymore. That's one language I'm not fluent in. I imagine she's mad, probably cussing us out." She looked over at the window, her eyes now wide with fear, and finally sat down. Steve sighed, turning away.
         "I'm going to get Bucky. He knows Romanian." Natasha nodded, and he took a shaky breath as he headed up. Seeing her could crush them......And that was the last thing he wanted to do.