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Catalina Jacqueline Porter, Steve Roger's granddaughter and Avenger, was originally a HYDRA experiment. Her father injected her with a serum he'd been working on. A serum that contained alien DNA. A serum that gave her powers. However, she was taken from her home when she was just a child. At least, in your universe, she was.

In this one, she grew up normally. At least, as normally as a girl with powers could.

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1977

Gerard Porter looked at his toddler daughter, a needle in hand. "Don't worry, darling," he assured her. "This won't won't hurt a bit."

Two-year-old Catty sat on their kitchen table, chewing on a wooden spoon. She was oblivious to what her father was about to do to her.

She didn't cry when the needle pierced her skin. She didn't make a sound, only chewed on her spoon. The foreign liquid entered her body, leaving a soft glow in her veins. Her eyes glowed as well, a soft blue light filling her small body.

"It worked," her father breathed. He touched his daughter's face. She felt his emotions pouring into her.

Pride.

Greed.

And somewhere, way in the back...

Guilt.

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1980

Five-year-old Catty sat on her front porch, eating a popsicle. In her mother's rocking chair, she swung her legs. She would've sat in the swing, but she'd broken it the week before trying to jump onto the roof. She was lucky she hadn't fractured an arm or leg. She'd gotten through it mostly unscathed, just some scratches from Hannah's rosebush.

It was then that a black van pulled into the drive. Catty stopped rocking, watching a group of men get out. She noticed a logo on the side of their van and dropped her popsicle. They were with the people her father had worked for. The people that had been looking for her for three years.

HYDRA.

Within moments, Hannah was scooping Catty up in her arms and putting her inside. "Stay in the house," the woman commanded, slamming the door shut.

Gunshots rang out, followed by the sound of bodies hitting the ground. Catty hid behind the door, shaking. The fear she felt was all her own.

A few minutes later, Hannah burst into the house. "We need to leave," she said hoarsely. She held a handgun in one hand.

Catty nodded and pulled on her shoes. She followed her mother out the door and to their car. As she passed one of the fallen agents, he grabbed Catty's ankle. She could feel his emotions and shivered.

Pain.

Regret.

Fear.

Guilt.

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1985

Fifteen-year-old Catty shook her new manager's hand. She was getting her first job. But as her skin made contact with the woman's, she felt all her emotions. She was getting used to it now.

Annoyance.

Tiredness.

Catty forced a smile, hoping the annoyance wasn't because of her. 

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1991

It was Catty's twenty-first birthday. She was in a bar alone, drinking a margarita. A man came up to her and put his arm around her.