The Goddess of Wisdom

I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a nice day in Sokovia, I was walking with Father. I loved my Father dearly, so I didn't want to leave his side. I was 17 when it happened, and could never forget what my mother and brother looked like when the Avengers destroy our beautiful home. My father was so angry and sad. Even if I was sad and scared I knew what we both needed. I hug him, with tears in my eyes. My father pulled me in so tightly and said, "They would pay for this, and I will keep you safe. No one will hurt you, Moja dcéra." You see my father's name is Helmut Zemo.