Second Sphere

They knew

"And everything after that wasn't just sunshine and daises was it?" Dr. Raynor says more than asks.

At this point I was hanging off the side of the chair instead of sitting on it "If it was we wouldn't be here would we."

"Now, you didn't just move to Atlanta after this did you?" Dr. Raynor continues.

"No. I was in upstate New York. The at the time new avengers facility was built there. Tony let me have more control over my quarters. We built it to accommodate my wings more. And that's also where my first therapist was," I look at her, "you're the third by the way. But I stayed there as part of my 'forgiveness' conditions. Austria didn't really want me back at that point. And the United States forgave my many war crimes and other crimes with a few conditions. The usual terms; therapy, a preset living arrangement, mentors to facilitate my training." I wave my hands around as I talk.

"Now you started your story around the time Ultron appeared. Your soldier, Bucky, would have already been free of Hydra for about a year or so before this. When did you find out about that?" Dr. Raynor asks. I can feel my feathers fluff up in annoyance at the question as memories flooded back. Dr. Raynor raises an eyebrow, "So that is why you don't have your wings out."

I glare at her and smooth down the feathers I could reach, "It's annoying."

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I had finally gotten into a good routine. There was training, a lot of training.

Therapy every Monday. Dr. Torres was nice. Talkative, but nice. After therapy I would find Steve and we would walk. It was really a way to blow off steam and reminisce. Steve was born in 1918 and I was born in 1923. So for both of us pretty much everyone we knew is dead now. For Steve that is a lot harder, he still remembers the people he grew up with. That is still a mostly blank slate.

Tuesday's through Fridays I kept mostly to myself aside from any forced interactions. I spent my time figuring out who I was when I'm not forced to murder others. And weekends I explored. Mainly libraries. Tracking down any bits of mythology and theology that had winged beings. Zola was crazy, but he was also a genius. There had to be some method to his madness when it came to my creation.

Today was a Saturday, a day for research. The flash drive Fury had given me was all but forgotten, until now. I plugged it into my laptop and read through each file. The first was one on myself. It covered most things I already knew.

'Name: Magdalene Lore de Laytha
Nationality: Austria
Date of birth: May 5, 1923
Parents: Otto Wilhelm de Laytha (deceased), Lore Elisabeth de Laytha (deceased)
Known Alias's: Throne
Associations: Hydra, KGB, The Winter Soldier'

It wasn't until I started to go through data on the winter soldier that I felt my blood run cold, and then hot. There was footage, and a lot of it. Of Steve, Natasha, and Soldier- no Bucky, his name is James Buchanan Barnes, all fighting. And this was recent, dated back 2 years. His status is unknown, Bucky got out. My soldier he's free of Hydra.

I lean back in my chair as tears of relief run down my face, this whole time I felt horrible. It had been almost a year since I was freed from Hydra and even after taking down several bases and outposts with Steve I wasn't able to find anything. Then the realization hit. Steve knew, Tony knew, Natasha knew. They all knew that Bucky was out, that he was free of Hydra. And none of them told me. The tears turn hot on my cheeks. Grabbing my laptop I storm out yelling for all of them.