Returns.

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There was a knock on my door. It woke both Bucky and I, and we both reached for our weapons at the same. Bucky crept to door and grabbed the handle. I watched as he swung it open, and immediately drew his gun. I had three arrows drawn and ready to fire, but i dropped my bow at the sight of her standing at my door. It was Caroline. She raised her hands up and placed them gingerly on the top of her head, and fell to her knees.
"Grace, your father has been after you this whole time. He created a fire form of me to kill you. I promise."

She proceeded to tell Bucky and I how my father had kidnapped her and threatened to kill her if she dared to escape.
"So, you expect us to believe you?" Bucky said, tossing his gun from hand to hand. Her eyes lowered to the floor. "Please. This is all i have left"
I walked to Bucky and stepped between them. "Look," i whispered, "i think we should keep her here. Not saying i believe her, not saying i don't. But the least we should do is keep her, just in case." I turned to see her looking up at us. "You can stay here, but if one LITTLE thing seems out of place about you, i'll kill you." i said. She nodded at me and bowed her head.

Bucky and Caroline watched as a placed a chair in the center of the room. I motioned to her to come and sit in it. She did as follows, and i tied her to it with a belt. "You need to tell us everything. Including who shot Hawkeye." i said, my face darkening.
I was fairly sure that she was the one who killed him. Or her "fire form" at least. We sat down in front of her as she started to tell us what happened.
Nothing seemed true, but it had to be. Unless my father created another copy of her. Minutes turned into hours of her explaining.

But only the last thing she said caught my attention.

"He was your fathers target since you two were reunited."

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