E_Erasteon
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Persephone Iodannis was raised in a house of glass; brilliant, suffocating, and always watched.
Her parents were gods in the halls of academia, renowned for their groundbreaking work in mythology, psychology, and neurobiology. But behind their glowing reputations was a childhood devoid of warmth, where motions were weakness and meltdowns- punishable.
Her mind was a puzzle to be solved; her body a vessel to be measured.
Now Persephone finds herself under scrutiny again-this time by HYDRA. She's been taken, relocated, tested. Again. But something is different now. The world around her is starting to bend. People speak of her in whispers- sometimes with fear, sometimes with reverence. And Persephone wakes with gaps in her memory, blood beneath her nails.
She tries to be optimistic, upbeat and joyful-
But something in her is changing-something powerful and terrifying.
Because Persephone Iodannis was never meant to survive what was done to her.
And yet, here she is.
Waking up.
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The Winter Soldier was silent, quiet, deadly. He did not speak unless he was told, he did not breath until they told him to breathe. The Soldier lived for HYDRA and would die for HYDRA. Perhaps that's why they placed him here, to guard the one they called "Persephone". They told him she was highly volatile, dangerous, a serial murderer.
But she spoke to him like he was human.
That was their first mistake- putting him here.
She'd talk about the weather, about dreams she half-remembered, about colors she missed from her childhood. She'd offer him half a sandwich with no idea how strange that was. He never took it, but part of him wanted to. Wanted.
He didn't want things.
And yet, when she smiled-like he wasn't a monster-something warm flickered in his chest. Brief. Dangerous. Inconvenient.
Still, he stayed near.
Because she made him feel human.