Decades (A MCU Story)

Choices

"I am so sorry." My father, Abraham, hung his head over the desk where my medical files were laid out.

"It's not your fault. It's theirs." I stood next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I was supposed to protect you. Zola had no right to inject you with the serum." He stood up and knocked everything off the desk. I stood back, my father was not an angry man. I was 18 and had never seen him lose his temper. "We are done here."

"What?" I frowned at him. Was he dismissing me?

"With this, with HYDRA."

"But...we can't just leave. They won't let us. And where would we go?" He had been a scientist for the organization since I could remember.

"We're going to America. I was contacted by the Scientific Strategic Reserve a while ago. The direction they are taking my work here...I can't stand by it. And now I find out they were experimenting on you. They stole my files, all of your confidential information." He took his glasses off.

"I'm sorry. Sorry that I'm different." I chewed on the inside of my cheek.

"I'm sorry that they look at you and see something to be used. Your differences are meant for more than a lab rat." He walked out and I sighed.

I started to pick up the contents of my medical files. The top sheet is what triggered this whole situation. Mostly the scribbled note at the bottom:

Subject: Avaliese Marie Erskine

DOB: 12/9/25

Subject presents with preternatural attributes incl.

Mentality Based

Innate capability/exceptional mentality- Can know and/or understand subjects without research or prior experience with subject. IQ is far above genius level.

ESP Based*

Empathy- Can sense and control others emotions (Most likely connected to level of IQ
Psychometry- Can sense details of objects and locations past (Possibly connected to latent emotional energy connected to objects and locations)

*I have administered the test serum to see the reaction on subjects natural abilities. Subject resists any mind control, brainwashing, memory manipulation when chemically induced-Z*

I shuddered to think what his next step in tampering with my mind would include. I didn't even know that's what Zola had given me. He said it was a vitamin shot, I had been so tired lately. Sensing others emotions got exhausting after a while. Trying to conceal the fact was worse.

Days passed, Abraham kept me in a sort of isolation. HYDRA would get no more of me. One evening he told me we were going out to dinner and a show. Instead we met soldiers who ushered us to America. They settled us in Queens. He went back to the project, the SSR had outstanding equipment. After a few years he began working with a very interesting man, Howard, on the mechanics needed to accompany the serum.

Eventually it was complete and we were ready for trials. I was considered father's nurse. Being a woman in the SSR wasn't easy. No one considered me my father's equal, little did they know I helped him and Howard through every step of the planning. I probably knew more than they did. But I hated the feeling. Still, it would've been nice to have some recognition. Really the only other women were secretaries. One day, a new recruit was making suggestive comments to me. A brunette overheard and joined us.

"All I was saying is a dame like you should be out looking for a good man to take care of her. Make her a good wife." It took all my effort to not roll my eyes into the back of my head, or make him suddenly feel like he needed to skip away like a schoolgirl. He reeked of sexual emotions, I could handle from the men as long as it wasn't directed at me.