Whilst Steven Rogers was fixated on finding his best friend, he had overlooked the signs to find his sister.
Amara had spent decades confined to darkness, lost in time. Now she must find her footing in the light and hope not to be left blinded.
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A dull routine had surfaced as the days dragged on. Amara felt useless. Never had she stayed awake for so long, never had she not had a purpose. No matter the amnesia, she knew she had at least been useful to HYDRA. That for whatever reason, she had been an asset.
Here she was a burden. Medical checkups were routinely scheduled each day as they investigated her genealogy. Meal times were nothing more than forced familial interactions with her 'saviour' Steven Rogers. Amara no longer knew if she should be grateful.
Who were they to decide if HYDRA were bad, if SHIELD were truly good. All she knew had been taken from her without remorse. Darkness was stripped away by the light, her one safety net taken by those pretending to be good. Maybe HYDRA was bad, but were they any better? Amara was starting to question it.
The only resolve had been an annoying boy who took the time to listen. Patience wasn't his strong suit, even she could see that with his bouncy stance and quick quips. But still, he waited and he listened. His sister, although hesitant to accept someone new, had begun to join them as they trailed the grounds or raided the kitchens. She brought with her a chaotic nature not too dissimilar to her brother.
Wanda wanted mischief. A small kind of humour that must of come from her love of sitcoms. Soon enough the red head had made Amara sit through a travesty of 1980 sitcoms, reminiscing of a time she used to do the same with her family.
Amara didn't mind. It was nice to have someone not prod her for information. And almost mind numbing to sit for hours in front of a TV screen. Others did not agree.
"Cmon, Wanda. Your stupid TV bores me." Pietro whined as he hung off the back of the sofa. He had sighed dramatically and pulled at the girls arms as the next episode aired, begging for them to switch it off.
"You love the Brady Bunch, Etro. Don't pretend you don't." She quipped back smugly, barely glancing up to watch his frustration.
"You cannot do this to me. I'm bored and you're taking away my new friend." Pietro huffed at his sister, although silently admitting defeat as he slumped down into the sofa next to them. Amara smiled at that, pushing him away from her with feigned disgust.
"Who said we were friends?" Amara smirked toward the jittery boy. He gasped in horror, blue eyes widening in shock.
"You wound me." He cried, collapsing onto her shoulder with a dramatic sigh. The girls couldn't help but laugh, suddenly forgetting about the tv running in the background. Amara felt happiness trickle into her thoughts.
She no longer felt so alone.
There was a reason she was sent here.
Amara could feel it clawing at her bones, begging her to realise her purpose. Something had led Steven Rogers to her Cryo-chamber that day. There had to be more than pure luck pulling the strings.
Amara wished her memories would flood back, in one tidal wave of clarity so she would finally see the answer. Nothing was helping trigger them. Not old foods, or favourite books. Not anecdotal stories Amara had to pretend to understand.
Amara no longer wanted to take the passive approach. Surely a little bit of pain was worth regaining her memories?
"I'm not too sure about this." Pietro murmured as Amara sat across from his sister. She had a determined stare, goading them to dismiss her idea.
"It'll work. You said Wanda has telepathic abilities? This will help me, I know it will." Amara declared, reassuringly squeezing Wandas hands as the red head hesitantly nodded.
The idea had sprung from mindless chatter about their powers. They were thinking of ways Amara may have been useful to HYDRA as the twins had been for a time. Amara had begged for hours, pleading with her new friend to try and salvage what was left of her broken mind. Blind faith was enough to support her theories. And an avid desire to avoid a certain super solider patrolling the building.
"If you are sure. But I am still training, and I cannot promise I won't make things worse." Wanda cringed, eyes wide and doeful as she blinked towards her new friend.
"See? Let's stop this. Now." Pietro interjected, already trying to pull Amara to stand. She shot him a sharp glare, shrugging off his hands before he could force her to move.
"I want to do this. I want to know who I am." Her words were final. A slight chill settled into the air as the small group fell silent. There was no swaying them now.
This would help, Amara repeated like a mantra as Wandas eyes shimmered red. This would fix everything.
She waited with baited breath, allowing her friend to edge closer with red tendrils of power creeping towards her. Any pain would be worth it. The answers would be worth it all.
Wanda pursed her lips, glancing once more up to her brother before finally letting her power reach out to Amara fully. She could see the worry in his face, set deep within each crease burrowing on his forehead. She wouldn't forgive herself if this went sideways.
"If this goes wrong, Etro. I need you to get Mr Rogers. Okay?"
Before Amara could argue, both girls were plunged into darkness.
