The Violetta Voin

1.2

S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters
Washington DC
March 2012

"My name is Doctor Thomas Winters, and I will be conducting a psychoanalysis on you today."

Iola was cuffed to a chair in a small interrogation room, with a mirror on one wall and nothing on the others. She knew it was a two-way mirror so she could be watched, leaving her gaze to linger for a moment, looking at her reflection stare back at her.

"Your name is Faye correct?" The doctor peered at her over his glasses.

She stayed silent.

"This will be a lot easier if you talk to me."

She glanced down to her hands. She pressed in her head for a name. Any name. But she was met with nothing.

"I don't know."

The doctor looked at her incredulously. They found her over an hour ago on the roof of the Stark Tower, and now all of a sudden, she doesn't know a thing?

Iola stared blankly ahead. The thoughts were racing through her head faster than she could comprehend them. What happened? Who was she? What was this place? How did I get here?

The doctor started up on numerous questions, when was she born, who her parents were, etc. But they were all met with the same answer. She had no clue who she was.

Nick Fury stared at the blonde girl through the glass. Something wasn't right about this, either she was lying or being entirely genuine. Something told him she was being genuine, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was he should do.

"I didn't shock her for that long if that's what you're thinking."

Natasha was stood next to Fury, watching the girl through the glass as well. He held a hard look on her face, but she was curious, panicked. She was a big lead on the mission she had been focusing on, sure that she had seen the woman before.

"That's not what I'm thinking." Nick replied.

Natasha shot him a look; he was lying.

The doctor stopped speaking. Iola finally looked him in the eyes, the endless questions finally drawing to a close.

"Thank you for your time."

He pushed back his chair and left without another word. She sighed, knowing she was hopeless in this situation. She wished she could answer all the questions he asked, but anytime she pressed her head for any form of knowledge, she was met with nothing.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror again. Her eyes were sunken, bags under her eyes darker than the nights sky. A beautifully bloody cut travelled through her left eyebrow, stopping just outside of her eye. Her lips looked grey, cracked, damaged. She looked like she hasn't slept in years, she did not recognise the face that stared back at her. It scared her.

The door opened gently, the thud of Fury's boots on the concrete floor interrupted the silence.

He watched her as her eyes darted from the mirror to him. He watched her analyse who he was, hoping that there would be some form of emotion behind her darkened eyes. But as he thought, there was nothing.

"Going off of the information we have on you, Miss Hyde- "

Hyde. My last name is Hyde.

"- which is very little might I add, we're just going to have to keep a close eye on you for now. You're going to stay here, since I assume with zero memories, you have nowhere to go."

She looked up at him. He wasn't wrong. But for someone who looked so cold and mysterious, she couldn't understand why he would let her stay.

"Well?" Fury pressed.

All the blonde could do was nod her head.

Without another word, Fury spun on his heel and walked out of the room.

***

Days passed as Iola was monitored each day, any trace of any memory resurfacing needed checked, but all they got was Iola waking screaming from her sleep at ungodly hours, but never explaining why she was screaming.

Her head was all over the place. Days turned to weeks; weeks turned to months.

The nightmares were always the same, but she knew better than to voice what they were. Something inside her told her not to trust anyone, to keep her guard up. But as time passed, she let her guard down. She started to tell the doctors little parts of her dreams.

How it always started with her face down in snow, and how it always ended with the feeling of electricity shooting through her.

Fury kept a close eye on her, in hopes that these dreams would explain something about this girl, but to no avail was he granted what he wanted. He knew he couldn't justify keeping here without a purpose much longer. So, this is when he decided to allow Natasha to train her.

Iola was shocked at the revelation that she was actually allowed out of her room without being escorted by a group of people. It made her feel like she was dangerous, like she was a threat.

Natasha couldn't help but blame herself for Iola's inability to remember anything, especially when she heard about her dreams.

Walking into the training room for the first time, Iola couldn't help but feel a sense of edge settle inside her. But the more she entered that room, the more she realised that it was a safe place.

Natasha then taught the blonde everything she knew about fighting, only to be shocked that she knew it all already. Not consciously of course, but complex thinking that should take months to become a natural instinct came to Iola in seconds.

Fury's suspicion grew, but he knew from every test and every question that the girl had no clue of who she was before she was brought before him. It was then past the point of just Natasha training her. He brought in Clint, Agent Hill, Agent Carter, the majority of the STRIKE team, and she took them all down with ease.

Rather than releasing her back into a world she knew nothing about, he decided to recruit her. She became one of the best, equally as talented as Natasha and Clint, more talented than STIRKE.

Iola was not surprised at the ease of tests and the increase in training. She knew nothing else, this was her life now, she had to deal with that.

Whether she knew that deep down inside that there was something wrong or not.