I have a huge freaking surprise that you all will probably love that comes at the middle of this chapter.
I give you, Chapter II.

I didn't need an alarm clock, I woke up at 7 on the dot. Hydra had taught me that skill somewhere along the line. I was on day 4 today, they hadn't wiped me yet, but I knew it was coming. I always remembered strange things on day 4s.

It was an odd thing to do, but I always grew nervous before a wipe. What was wrong with me? This was my job. I was saving people right?

If Hydra was erasing my memories it was for a good reason... Right? I shuddered, the questions bothering me more deeply that I thought they would. I took a deep breath, heading for the kitchen to inject myself with nutrients again. I went back to the bedroom, sitting on the bed. I had nothing to do until I was given an assignment.

I closed my eyes, feeling a cold chill settle into my body. I felt myself drifting to sleep, and for some reason, I let myself. I was trained not to sleep other than on my schedule, but my eyes were drooping.

A searing pain branded itself in my head, but I stopped myself from crying out. I didn't want to alert Hydra to anything. Another odd thing, I was experiencing all sorts of defiance.

My head continued to burn, it was like thoughts were trying to enter my head but I couldn't grasp them. The pain continued to build, images trying to break through. I squinted my eyes shut, trying to see them in the darkness.

Tumbling, falling, pain, darkness. A smoking wreck around me, a bloodstained car. Ragged breathing sounded in my ears, and I heard my voice cry out, but it wasn't me. It was dark in that memory, and my eyes snapped open.

I pulled the gun from under my pillow with record speed, shooting any cameras I saw. I worked quickly, grabbing the cash and clothes in the safe house and dumping them into a backpack I found. I dumped my uniform and weapons into the backpack as well, knowing the clothes I was in would be less noticeable. It wasn't even 8 in the morning, put I heard the pounding on the apartment door.

I didn't break a sweat, kicking the window out and scaling down the apartment complex. At about three stories high I dropped into the alley where I'd hidden the motorcycle, jumping onto it in another second. Memories continued to burn in my head, and it was all almost instantaneous.

I felt horror rise in the pit of my stomach, spiraling up to grip my heart. I sped away on the motorcycle, fleeing the situation. They would be coming for me. It had been easy to remember, quick even. I knew that ...Bucky, i wasn't sure what to call him, had had much more trouble remembering than I had.

It had been only a year since I'd been abducted, that wasn't a whole lot of remembering to catch up on. I sped away from rural Chicago, as fast as I could weave through the streets. I knew what direction New York was in, I had to get there.

My... Father should be there. It felt so odd to say that. I hadn't noticed when I'd woken, but this must be why Hydra had tried to scramble my brain so often. They knew I would remember fairly quickly.

I had to make it to New York before they could catch me. It might take a day or two, but I could make the trip on minimal sleep. It kind've scared me, but I didn't need to stay in a hotel. It was like I was the same me as I started to remember, but now I could do insane things. I could disappear in some woods where they couldn't find me, and keep driving. I had several hundred in cash, Hydra safe houses always had some money for operatives that had to go undercover.

I let my body go on autopilot and drive out of the city, heading for the highway. I didn't need to worry until I encountered traffic, that's when they could easily intercept me.

[...]

The lack of resistance surprised me greatly, or perhaps I had just evaded their attempts with the route of chosen. Hydra had trained me to take back alleys and country roads, so they probably wouldn't check for me on a freeway first.

I had to stop for gas after about a day, and was glad for a pair of gloves that I had found. I was able to hide my metal arm, and I had changed into sturdier clothes an hour or two ago. I bought gas and food, knowing I would need to eat sooner or later, the pangs of hunger were already affecting my stomach.

I went fast, getting back on the road quickly. I was in Indiana, nearing Ohio. From there it was Pennsylvania, then New York. I was nearing halfway, due to my incredible speeds and little need for sleep. I had a helmet, I'd picked it off of someone's unattended motorcycle a few miles back. I didn't want to get pulled over and asked about the lack of a helmet by some stupid police.

It felt like forever, but I drove through the day and night, stopping when I spotted a promising forest around daybreak. Hydra wouldn't search through a forest in the middle of the day. I could sleep for a few hours. I ripped open one of the candy packages, it would give me plenty of sugar to keep me going.

I had exited the highway, and driven until I reached the forest. I drove right off the road and into a densely packed forest area, stopped, and covered my tracks. I made sure the cycle was covered, and proceeded to climb up one of the sturdier trees in the area.

No one was going to spot me sleeping in a tree.

I closed my eyes, which was easy. I was more tired than I had thought. I tried to relax, trying to think of nothing. My thoughts were hectic, and I didn't think I wanted to think.

How was I supposed to cope? I had been stolen and turned into a weapon. I had been forced to kill people, I had actually killed people. I could not believe it. Those deaths would weigh on my soul for the rest of my life. I felt the tears wet my cheeks, but I made no noise. I was a monster.

Those thoughts somehow brought me to sleep, and I never wanted to wake up.

[...]

"A tree? Really?" I heard the words, but couldn't process them. I fidgeted, not wanting to awaken. I groaned, eyes popping open. I jumped up into a defensive pose, ready to shoot the person who had found me if they weren't someone I deemed friendly.

"What are you, Katniss Everdeen?" Came that voice again, and I whirled around, looking all over.

"Down here sweetheart."

I looked down, guns in my hands. Staring up at me was an oddly familiar guy in a red suit.

"Santa Claus?" I asked sarcastically, a sneaking suspicion of who this guy was implanting itself in my head. I had met him once... On a hydra mission. I tried to mask my horror at the thought, I had decapitated this guy. Deadpool. He had tried to stop me once.

He was probably not someone that I could count as friendly.

"Very funny, Katnip. You know who I am, and why I'm here."

"Actually I don't know why." I frowned at him, the memory itching at the back of my head.

"Ohhhh right. Sorry, I forgot that the author used the easy way out and brainwashed you. Well, sweetheart, I'm your friendly neighborhood Deadpool, and I'm here to get some good old fashioned revenge." 'Deadpool' spoke all cheerily, and I stared at him, his words odd to say the least.

"For what?" I said weakly, already completely done with this conversation. I just wanted to find my dad, and get help.

"You killed a friend, which I'm guessing you don't remember. But I don't really care, so I'll just go ahead and start shooting if you don't mind." He pulled a black handgun out of who knows were(I certainly didn't want to know).

"Who?" I asked bleakly, almost afraid to hear the name, afraid that I would remember them.

"Someone marvel doesn't have the rights to, you don't know 'em." He spoke nonchalantly, cocking his gun.

"Look, I wasn't really in control of myself-"

"I know, and I don't care."

"I just want to find my dad!" I exclaimed, anger filling me. Who was his asshat to get in my way too? Was the whole world trying to stop me.

"Oooo watch your language, kiddo."

I stopped and stared at him for a moment, shocked. I shook my head, hopping down off of the tree.

"Hey, you didn't do the superhero landing! Good for you." He mocked, leveling his gun at my forehead.

"Do you know Tony Stark?" I demanded quickly, trying to think of anything I could say.

"Well of course I do, but I'm really not supposed to. You know the whole Fox vs DC vs Marvel thing."

"Wha-? Look, he's my dad. I need to get to him so that he can undo whatever Hydra did to my head."

"Hydra? Tony Stark?" Deadpool seemed to perk up with interest. "Wait do you know Steve Rogers?"

"Yeah."

Deadpool squeaked with excitement, and I stared blankly at him. "Alright kid, I'll get you to Stark, and you gotta get me a meeting with Steve."

I hesitated, this was probably my best shot. "Fine."

"Oh goody, a road trip story. I mean Thor and Hulk are doing it but-"

"You know them too?" I blurted out.

"Stick to the point, speaking of stick, I need to call our ride." He pulled a phone out of another 'who knows where spot' and hummed a somewhat familiar tune as he navigated the phone.

He brought it to his ear, tapping his foot as he waited. I watched impatiently.

"Hey Pete! Listen, I've got someone you'll want to meet, Stark will probably want to meet them too."

"I'll bring them to you, just get Stark in Queens." He said after a moment.

"I can't go back to Queens! Hydra's looking for me there. It's suicide!" I started to panic, the thought of falling into their grasp again terrifying me.

"Chillax, kid. You're with me." He said confidently, ending his call. "And really? The Suicide Squad reference?"

"What?"

"Just DC stuff, don't worry about it. We better hustle to Queens though, your dad will be there within a few hours. Plus the author wants to get this scene moving along."

[...]

Deadpool had a truck. Or rather, he stole a truck and we loaded my motorcycle onto it. There was (as Deadpool(he told me to call him Wade) said) a plot convenient tarp that I managed to cover the motorcycle with. I didn't know what the hell that meant, but I didn't care much.

I just wanted to find my dad.

Deadpool-Wade hopped into the passenger seat, which made me pause. I hadn't expected him to do that.

"Dead-"

"Call me Wade, or Ryan, or Green Lantern. Wade because that's my name, or Ryan because that's my real name. Green Lantern is just this lame guy I had to play a few years ago."

"Fine, whatever, Wade- I don't even know. I have no idea where we're going, shouldn't you drive?"

"Get to Queens, and I'll give you instructions." Dead-er Wade, said impatiently, pulling a few pieces of paper out of nowhere, as well as some crayons.

I hot-wired the car, not sure what to think at this point. This guy was crazy, but he somehow knew my dad, so I'd have to deal with him. I started the car, a nervous queasy feeling filling my stomach. I had no idea what was about to happen, or what I was going to do once I found him.

I stepped on the gas, knowing that the sooner that I got to my dad, the sooner that I would be safe. I fidgeted nervously, hoping that this would go smoothly. The last thing I needed was to run into Hydra before I found my father. I looked to the side to see a ball cap, sitting atop of Wade's head.

I reached over and snatched it, pushing it down atop mine. I pushed it backwards, thinking that it might help. I wasn't trying to hide my face, I was trying to look more... Not like a trained assassin.

"Please tell me that you aren't some sort of hipster." Wade quipped, and I rolled my eyes.

"Hydra won't look too closely at a seventeen year old in a backwards baseball cap." I said bluntly, entering the freeway. "I just need to do something with my hair..." I mused, the cap should be enough.

I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel as I drove, exhaustion probably showing on my face.

"So, what's your story?" I asked after an uncomfortable silence. Normally I didn't mind quiet, but this guy was somewhat off-putting. "Why the swords?"

"Have you ever stabbed anyone before?"

"I don't know." I thought about it. "Maybe with a knife at some point, but Hydra liked guns, less messy."

"Then you don't know the pure pleasure of stabbing someone to death with a sword." Wade said mock cheerily. I glanced over at his papers. He was drawing stick figures, his current picture was one of him slicing people's heads off.

"Lovely." I muttered sarcastically. Of course my only ally was as much of a maniac as I was. Maybe he was even worse. Wade started humming as he drew, and I sighed. Definitely more crazy. I flicked the radio on, music beginning to fill the car.

It was a song I had never heard before, but I guess that that was to be expected. I had been unplugged from society for over a year. I'd probably have a ton to catch up on.

After the song's initial chorus was over I started humming with it, the music calming my frazzled nerves. I glanced down at my hands in the steering wheel, the glinting silver of my right hand unsettling me, returning me to my jumpy state. This was going to be a long trip.