"Anything yet?" I asked FRIDAY from my desk.

"I'm afraid nothing has come up." Tony and I decided that FRIDAY would take on the hospitals further away and work towards New York while I started in New York and worked out. Even with this great strategy we found nothing.

I was in another hospital database and searching up my name. For every single website so far I had typed in the exact same thing. 'Reyna-Rose Silva.' Nothing had popped up on any site and I was getting worried.

As I typed, I put in my first name and accidentally clicked 'Enter' too quickly. "Whoops," I mumbled and went to edit the search, but stopped when I saw the result.

There was only one birth certificate listed' with a birthdate matching the one in my Hydra file- May 8, 1950.

Was it possible this was me?

I got up from my desk with my laptop and hurried out of my room. "Where's Tony?" I asked FRIDAY as I hurried out.

"His lab," she answered. No surprise there. Picking up the pace, I hurried down the halls and made it to the lab.

I pushed open the doors with my metal arm to really open them up for me, scaring Tony and Rhodes in the process. The two of them looked at me, confused as hell, as I walked up to them with the laptop in hand.

"Would it make sense if Hydra would change my name? Maybe not the full name, but the last name?" I asked.

The two men looked at each other and then back to me. "I don't know why they'd only change your last name, but maybe. Why, what'd you find?" Tony asked. He and Rhodes followed me as I walked over to one of the lab tables and set my laptop down. They came over and looked at the certificate I had pulled up.

"'Reyna-Rose Thompson'? You think that's you?" Rhodes asked. I nodded eagerly. "Are you sure it's not another Reyna-Rose?"

I nodded my head. "The birthdate in my Hydra file and the birthdate on the certificate match up," I said.

Tony let out a breath and shook his head lightly. "Maybe, kid, but there is a death certificate listed as well. Maybe it's just a coincidence," he said as he tried to lightly tell me this wasn't it.

"Or maybe that's there as a Hydra cover up tactic," I argued. "That date listed could be the day I was taken by them and that's just what they used as a death date. It's easier to keep someone hostage if everyone else thinks their dead. It's what happened with Barnes."

Anger flashed over Tony's face when I mentioned Barnes' name, but I decided not to pry at the moment. When neither of the men spoke, I sighed. "Please? This is all I've got right now. If it doesn't end up being me then I'll stop and take a break from all of this. I just really want to know who I was."

Tony looked up at me and smiled. "Go for it. Don't get your hopes up anymore, though. I don't want you to go down this path and then realize it was for nothing," he warned.

I smiled lightly and nodded. "I'll try," I answered, that being the most honest answer I could give.

~~

Searching around the internet this time with the name 'Reyna-Rose Thompson' was much more successful, and confirmed my thoughts even more.

Several articles dating back to the 50s and some true-crime stuff from today popped up when I typed the name in the Google search bar. I started reading through them and quickly found myself writing a bunch of information down. It was exciting.

Well, the fact that I have information is exciting. The information itself... not so much.

Hurrying back to the lab, this time holding my journal, I was elated to see Tony still in there. Rhodes wasn't, so he must've left a bit ago.

Tony looked up as soon as I pushed the doors open and saw the look on my face right away. "Okay, what'd you find?" he asked, pushing aside the other thing he was working on and making room for me to stand next to him.

I placed the journal down on the table on my first page of good information. "There were a bunch of articles written about Reyna-Rose Thompson because she was kidnapped. An article from 1952 said how her parents- unnamed- came home after work to find their nanny dead on the couch and their two year old missing. The other article said the same thing, however the more recent ones dove into conspiracy theories."

After getting through the background information, I started to pace as I thought out loud. "All of this fits for me! If I was kidnapped at a young age, say two years old, I wouldn't have many pre-Hydra memories, right? Even after all the memory wiping, Barnes was able to recollect some stuff after being out of there for a while. I haven't yet, and maybe that's because I was too young to remember anything!

"I also think the parents are something to look into because they were specifically unnamed so maybe they were part of the government and didn't want this getting out. Maybe that's why they were targeted, too."

Tony stared at me wildly as I spouted out my own conspiracy theories, but didn't interrupt. "And it's possible Hydra changed only my last name because as a toddler, you get used to your name pretty quickly and suddenly being called something else wouldn't be very successful. It also could help because if anyone ran into me while I was outside and got my name wouldn't get very far in figuring out who I was really."

I finally stopped pacing and looked at Tony directly. "Serious progress has been made. Do you think there are any physical SHIELD files I could look at? The only ones I could find online were, at the earliest, from the 60s."

He cleared his throat. "Yeah, yeah, I can go look in some storage closet. At first I was really worried this was just some rabbit hole, but... it makes sense," he said, mumbling the last bit to himself as he started to walk away. "Follow."

After grabbing my journal, I hurried after him. We walked to the basement of the facility- a place I had never ventured before because I've had no reason to.

Tony flipped a switch and I got to see what this room of the basement looked like- the storage area for old files. There were lots of shelves along the walls and some in the middle of the room. Boxes were on every single one, and they looked pretty neatly organized.

"Do you think if they were SHIELD they'd have a report on the kidnapping?" I asked Tony. That's what I was really counting on, but now that I was here I was worried I'd come up from my search empty.

I saw him nod from the corner of my eye. "Yeah, for sure. Especially when they had so many enemies at the time."

Copying his motion from earlier, I stepped forward and started making my way over to a box to see the date on it. "Do you want any help?" Tony asked.

I shook my head and turned back to look at him. "No, I think this is something I want to learn about on my own. Anything happens, I've always got FRIDAY," I said. Tony nodded and with a small smile, turned to leave.

Turning back to the box, I sighed and began my search for a box labeled '1952' or 'Reyna-Rose Thompson' or anything linking to what I wanted.

For an hour I slowly perused the boxes. Part of me was truly interested in everything in this room. There were boxes dating back to 1945 and that was extremely interesting to me, but I knew I couldn't spend all day in this stuffy room, so I focused on finding the box I needed.

Of course, about 45 minutes in, I had started getting worried that what I wanted to find didn't exist, that this was just some wild goose chase. 15 minutes after that, my panics were gone and I just looked.

An hour and a half after starting my search, I found a box labeled "Incident reports from 1952" and smiled out of excitement. This box would hopefully house a file on what happened that sad day where I may have been kidnapped.

I was most likely too hopeful. The thing was... if this was really about me, then that meant I had a past. It would be something that wasn't tainted by Hydra. It would be me.

There was a table and chair back at the room entrance, so I took the box and carried it over there. When I dropped it on the table, dust flew up and caused me to sneeze. "Damn, this place is really untouched, huh?" I thought after my sneezing fit.

Now, it was time to search.

The first few files weren't all that interesting, just some reports on missions that didn't go well or issues between agents needing to be reported. It was typical SHIELD stuff. There was one report on an assassination attempt on the then Director of SHIELD, but then it went back to incidents between agents.

Near the bottom of the stack was when I found it. The front of the file read 'Reyna-Rose Abduction.' A victorious smile was on my face in an instant and I pulled the file out of the box carefully as to not lose a single thing inside.

I set the file on the table and carefully placed every other one back in the box. Rather than putting it away now, I just set the lid on top and pushed it aside. My attention was on the file holding information on (hopefully) my family.

I drew in a deep breath and opened the file.

The first things I saw were some black and white photographs. Looking at them closer, I saw they were photos of the crime scene. My heart stopped as I looked at them. The first one was of the nanny on the couch, covered in blood. Her eyes were wide open with the last bits of fear lingering in them. She was sitting on the couch in the living room, surrounded by her own blood.

The other photos were of the damage done to the house. The front door and front windows were the entry and exit points it seems, seeing as how the front door was split in two and the windows were shattered. There wasn't much destruction anywhere else other than the nursery where I was taken from.

My heart ached at the sight of all of it. Of course the newspaper article softened the blow, but I never expected it too be this heartbreaking.

I set the photos aside with the more gruesome ones on the bottom. The next thing I saw was the more official incident report. This would go into much more detail than any other article on the internet.

This would be even worse than the photos, I concluded, and started my reading.

It was basically the same thing as the articles, except much more in depth, just like I thought. The gritty details continued to break my heart. The nanny was named Rosemary Abbott and was 26 years old when she was murdered so brutally. The report said that she was most likely caught by surprise by the intruders and didn't have enough time to process what was happening before getting shot 12 times in the abdomen.

There was evidence that there was a struggle in the nursery, which doesn't surprise me. A two year old being taken by big, scary people she doesn't recognize? No surprise I'd fight back. At first I thought I got taken injury free, but then I got to the part that said there was blood in my bed.

I was slightly confused, because the way describe the blood patterns makes me think I was shot or something. As far as I know, I don't have any scars that match a bullet wound like that.

Once I was done reading the report, I was ready to stick it all in the file and then put it all away. However, a small note written on the inside of the back cover of the file caused me to stop. I set the innards of the file off to the side and picked up the folder to look at what was written.

"File number A113, T.T. and J.T. found by M.C," I whispered out loud. My face held all sorts of confusion as I set the folder back down on the table and stared at the pile of other things. "File A113..." Of course part of me was confuse don who wrote these, but that part was currently being overshadowed by curiosity.

My head moved and I looked back at the rows of boxes with files. None of the boxes I had searched had file numbers like that. In fact, none of the boxes were organized like that. I reread the message and knew that I hadn't read it wrong the first time.

When I looked back over at the rows and rows of boxes, something else caught my eye. The wall opposite of at the complete other end of the room had a small gap in it. I dropped the folder from my hands as I got up from the table.

My eyes didn't leave the gap in the wall as I slowly walked towards it. I had my guard up but my interest was just a little higher. When I got to the gap, I knew my fingers wouldn't be able to fit so I couldn't pry it open like that.

But if I had the right sort of tool to pry it open...

I looked around the room for anything sturdy and thin enough to fit in the gap and pry it open. There wasn't a lot other than paper down here, but I did find a thin, metal ruler in a box of old office supplies.

My right hand held onto the ruler as I sprinted over to the gap. I shoved the ruler in (thank god it fit) and started to open up the wall. It wasn't difficult, and soon the small section came swinging out. There was another shorter shelf with a few boxes on it.

I saw the labels and noticed they were numbers as well as alphabetically labeled. "C. Dan., A.O.S.- aha!" I pulled the box I needed off the shelf and used my foot to close the wall section, the ruler sitting on the ground by it.

The box wasn't the heaviest, making it easy to take it back to the table and get searching. I took off the lid and peered inside, anxious to see what all of this was.

A few files were stack on top of each other, none of them labeled on the front, so I decided to read through them all.

Just like with the other box, I got the files out and then pushed the box off to the side.

The first one revealed information on two agents' return to duty: Tiffany Thompson and Jack Thompson. My heart sped up at the last names, and as I continued to read I figured out that it was their child that was abducted and pressured dead. I found my parents.

Tears found their way into my eyes and I continued to read through the report on their 'Welcome Back' mission, as it was dubbed. They did excellent and were cleared for duty.

The next file was an incident report on Jack Thompson. Apparently during a mission a few years later, he was shot in the chest and was no longer able to be an active agent. The details on how he got injured were few, only mentioning it was a skilled shot and skilled timing, so they suspected a Russian assassin.

In the back was a handwritten noticed from him, stating he would be retiring to focus on his children. "Children..." I whispered. Did I have siblings that could still very well be alive today?

I set that one aside and then moved onto the third file. It felt a little textured and I assumed their were smaller papers of photos in there.

I opened up the file fully and found another note written in on the back of the front cover this time. It was a bit longer, so I skimmed to see what I needed. "Incident of 1952... alive... sent to- sent to kill parents..." The last sentence caused me to stop.

My heart plummeted. Did Hydra really send me out on that mission? I was sent to murder my family? I couldn't feel anything as I started to read the first visible paper. It detailed an account of how it was discovered. The account was from Margaret Carter, a well known name in SHIELD and Hydra alike, so I recognized Peggy Carter instantly.

The report was incredible detail heavy, but there were other reports behind it from agents and forensics that went in after Agent Carter discovered it. Jack Thompson was found on the couch, and they assumed that he was caught completely off guard. Tiffany Thompson was found after following a blood trail from the kitchen to the children's' bedroom.

Out of the two children, one was found in his bed. The other was never found, and they presumed she was killed after running away. The soldier never takes prisoners. I never took prisoners.

I couldn't stop my hands from shaking. The papers fell from my hands, and I moved them to my face to cry.