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Sienna's POV:

I walked through the now empty, partially destroyed castle, frowning.

As I began walking through the room that held the lab and our old sleeping chambers.

Old memories began to swarm my mind as I made my way around, looking at the computer suspiciously, as a low hum reverberated throughout the room.

My left wrist began to burn as I moved. I gasped at the sensation, and bit my lip as I slowly concealed myself in the shadows.

I checked my wrist once the sensation passed, and found a small silvery white star with the flag inside of it placed on the inside of my wrist.

I could feel annoyance bubbling at the situation. Shaking my head as I felt the annoyance and worry from everyone back home as I checked in with them.

I scanned the dark corners, ignoring the fact that I could feel someone's emotions, meaning that person probably felt mine, as I continued to walk.

I was about to go into another room when I heard a creak and something else.

I was knocked to the side as the ceiling collapsed. My head hit the ground with a sharp crack and I felt myself lose consciousness as I heard multiple footsteps rush in my direction, just before I lost consciousness I sent a message to my brother. The correct coordinates are about two to three miles off-course.

When I came to, I was lying in a familiar cell and cot. 

Strucker stood smirking from the outside, "Well, well, well. Look at what we have here. Looks like we've caught ourselves a little jailbird." He said smirking as he made his way around the cage.

I looked up unsurprised. "Strucker, how've ya been?" I asked, casually.

He looked at me unamused. "This is not a time for pleasantries. You have something of mine. I want it back." He growled.

I raised a brow at him, "Which would be?" I asked as I walked over to the sheets that were tied to the top of the cage.

Many would think it was to kill myself but in reality, I grew so bored of his constant ranting that I taught myself aerial acrobatics. And other amusing exercises.

"You took the flash drive with the codes and information I need to reactivate the Winter Soldier programming. I want it back. Now." He growled.

I laughed, "Yeah, I didn't take it. Tony, my brother, did, he broke it a long time ago. You're shit out of luck." I told him, smirking as I wrapped the sheets around my wrists and began to lift myself into the air.

No need to tell him I remembered and knew most of the codes and information on that flash drive.

"You're wasting your time." I chanted as I spun myself as he continued to drone on and on about me ruining his plans for world domination.

An incoming call stopped him mid-rant and he quickly went to get it.

I smirked knowing who it was. I could feel their fast approach as I wrapped the sheet around my thigh and hung in the air, contorting my torso and arms as I did.

"Where is she, Strucker?" My brother growled.

"She is fine," Strucker says with a smirk.

"I want to see my sister." He growled as I heard Steve ask the same thing.

The screen panned out to my location as I unhooked my leg and waved at them amused.

"Sienna!" Steve gasped.

"I'm fine, big boy, just hurry up I'm getting bored," I told them, amused.

"On it, Tiny. Just don't do anything to piss off—" the call cut off.

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