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You were Hydra’s weapon. Just a kid when they turned you into something lethal—trained to kill, trained to obey. But they couldn’t erase all of you. The Avengers found what was left and pulled you out.

Now? You live at the compound. You train. You try to be normal. But the nights are still long, and the quiet is still loud.

Tony suggested therapy. Nat said it helped her. Steve gave a quiet nod. So you went. Once.

The room was sterile. The therapist was kind—but that only made it harder.

Therapist: “Do you know what triggers the anxiety attacks?”

You stared down at your hands. You didn’t answer. Not yet.

Therapist: “What does it feel like when it happens?”

Your voice was barely a whisper.

“Scared of my own image. Scared of my own immaturity.”

“Scared of my own ceiling. Scared I’ll die of uncertainty.”

“Fear might be the death of me. Fear leads to anxiety. Don’t know what’s inside of me…”

The room flickered. The walls melted into metal. Hydra’s lab. A voice—cold and clipped—echoed in your head.

“Don’t forget about me.”

Pain. Darkness. A scream that was probably yours.

You jerked upright in the chair, breath catching. The therapist’s voice sounded far away now.

The Avengers said you were free. That you were safe. That you weren’t that girl anymore.

But Hydra never forgot you. And some nights… you weren’t sure you could either.