Controlling the Timeline || MARVEL ||

Chapter 7. Back Tattoo

"We're gunna try some exercises." Powder from Nats gloves dusted into the air as she smashes her fists together. The look on her face decieved me as if she had become someone else. Perhaps she had, but I still don't know her, anymore at least.

"You're gunna hit me arnt you?" I instinctly took a step back and my fist flew infront of my face. A grin painted hers and she nodded.

"Just a little experiment."

Experiment.....

I again thought about 2 blurry figures using their own children for science. I survived but how many didn't? A feeling grew in my chest and then behind my eyes. Anger filled my blood and I feared who I was just for a moment. Who were they to think it was ok to do what they did? As much as I call them my parents, they were nothing more than psychopaths.

"Do it." I felt my bare feet clench the hard cold floor. I drop my hands to my sides and wait for her. She winds back and my mind clears at the last minute. Almost too late, I duck down and her hands passes over me.

"The fuck?" She faces me again but gives me no time to think. As I stand back up she jumps at me slamming her glove and her power right into my face knocking me down on the floor. The floor feels colder with my face than it does my feet. I turn to my back and cough from the powder surrounding my face.

"What's going on?" I hear voices and multiple footsteps run into the room.

"Experiment." I hear Nat chuckle and I sit up on my elbows. I struggle to open my eyes and I feel as though I'm back on that beach when I woke up. "Did it help any?"

I moan slightly and I feel 2 sets of hands pull me onto my feet. The floor isn't cold anymore. I rub my face and open my eyes fully to see Natasha, Steve, Sam and my dad looking at me.

"You throw a harder punch than I thought." They all let out a sigh and look disappointed.

"This is what you were talking about when you said Nat could handle it?" Steve turned to Dad and he just chuckled.

"Maybe we should try another method." Sam came closer and lifted my head up by my chin and analyzed my face. He took the sleeve of his shirt and rubbed off the powder. When he stopped, he just starred at me with concern until he smiled. Stomach butterflies. Always in the wrong times.

"Actually we had a couple different methods. We just figured we could get this one out of the way." Dad mailed at me.

"You had other methods!? Why was this a method in the first place?" I stare at him and he just laughs.

"Hypothesis. Anyways, let's try some word association. Sit down over here." Dad brings me over to a table and makes me sit in a creeky chair. As I sit I feel my cheek tingle. "One method we had was to tell you an event in your life and maybe a work with trigger it. You tell us the first thing you think of."

"Ok let's try it." I sit fowards and place my hands on the desk. Breathing in and out somehow made me more nervous.

"Ok so the first thing I wanna say is last mission you were wearing a black suit and a white button down. The top 4 buttons were undone even though I begged you to button them up you said that you couldn't breath."

I searched my brain with my dad's words filling my head but I couldn't find anything. I tried picturing myself in a suit and I could but nothing triggered a memory.

"It was an undercover steak out mission. You and Barnes were sent to keep an eye on some 4rth class criminals who got on SHEILDS radar."

Still nothing. I shake my head and I hear him sigh.